Make Me

»happiness

"Lydia, I love you." Those three words repeated in my brain and I couldn't stop thinking about how close we were and how beautiful he was and just how everything was perfect; as if we rehearsed this many times.

Stiles was still looking at me, waiting for something to happen, I could feel his eyes loosing hope and I didn't want that to happen.

"Lydia, say something, please," he whispered and I fell down on my knees and started crying. I know that Stiles didn't expect it since I could hear his "holy shit" as he went down and hugged me, telling me that it's okay.

I cried on his shoulder, pounding on his chest, and balling his shirt into my fists because of how much I have dealt with in this year, this fucking depressing year.

"Where the fuck were you when I needed someone to tell me that it's going to be okay? Where were you?"  I screamed out the last words and started sobbing. Tears that I held for so much weeks of being numb started spilling out and I couldn't stop them.

I could feel that Stiles was shocked at my response, he thought that I'll fall into his arms and tell him that I love him. My eyes widened and I gasped, how could I be so stupid.

"You just want to get into my fucking pants, don't you? Fuck off Stiles," hurt flashed through his eyes and it suddenly turned into an expression that I couldn't read: it was a mix of anger and betrayal.

"Don't you ever realize that nobody even touches you because they know that if they will I'll kill them? Don't you realize that I keep looking at you in school, waiting for you to finally get that I loved you since the beginning? Don't you realize that I'm absorbed into you, your face, your personality, your very art itself. I'm fucking in love with you Lydia,"

I started at him, dumbfounded and unable to speak. It's true, since Stiles came to high school again, people just stopped bullying me; I never realized it until now. I looked straight into his eyes. They were clear, full of emotions but I didn't see any mean and arrogant Stiles. I saw the real one, the one who I knew years ago. The one who was my best friend. The one who kissed me when he left.

"Is it true?" I quietly ask and he looked surprised but it got changed into his true smiled and he said,
"Yes Lyds, I really do love you,"

We stared at each other for a long time until I finally told him to come with me. He looked startled but obliged. We went out of the house and deep into the forest. It was beautiful at noon, when the light shown on the trees and it was full of shades of color green. Birds were singing and the dried mud mixed with new grass crunched under our feet. We held hands as we walked, in comfortable silence that made us think about everything for a while. Stiles was looking around, shocked by how magnificent everything was.

I smiled.

I'm happy. I have to be happy. I'm happy.

We reached the grave and I closed my eyes, praying and thanking God for landing my grandma a long live to live in and see. Silent tears spilled down my cheeks and I looked at Stiles. He was staring at me, completely shocked that I showed him my grandma's grave, my favorite person in this world.

"I miss her so much," I whispered and he hugged me. My arms circled his neck and kissed the top of my forehead.

"She's proud of who you have become, Lydia. You're a beautiful and wonderful human being. It's a shame that you and other people can't see it. Because what I see is a broken person who covers up her depression by being sarcastic and  mean, and I think that this person needs someone in her life to help her go through this, because no one needs to go through this alone." His eyes were searching mine, waiting for an answer and my breath hitched.

"I didn't know that you are good at speeches Stilinski," I whispered and he bent down to kiss me. It was slow and full of emotions that we couldn't tell each other. His lips and his tongue collided with mine and I deepened the kiss, wanting to feel more of him. We tried to be as close as we could to each other, trying to minimize the space between us.

Here we are, kissing, in front of my grandma's grave. She probably enjoys watching it right now. I smiled in our kiss and opened my eyes to look at him up close. His moles, his chestnut brown hair, his long eyelashes and his nose. Everything about him was beautiful. I can't believe that this guy in front of me loves me.

And I am falling for him too, fast and hard.

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hey guys, whoa two chapters in the same time?? This has to be a dream.
What do you think about stydia's romance at the moment? Is it too fast? Or do you think that Lydia deserves someone better?

I love you guys,
Shah