teen wolf preferences and imagines

Derek Hale x reader part 2

  My bedroom became the only place that I wanted to remain after that night. My bed was the only place I went, aside from the bathroom and the floor or my desk. I barely changed out of my pajamas unless there was a dire emergency - but no one came to me for that. No one entered my room unless they were attempting to feed me food or were wanting to speak with me. Allison and my dad were the two people that did that the most.

I lay curled up in a ball, my back facing the door and my eyes fixated on the large window by my bedside.

Derek used to climb in through there when he knew it was impossible for me to leave my house or I was feeling ill or had accidentally broken a limb. His hard outer shell would always break down when he came to visit me. Some nights he would wrap his arm around me, allowing me to rest my head against his chest as we lay in silence until I fell asleep. Other nights we would sit up until early hours of the morning talking, well it was more of me talking and him listening, and he would kiss me sweetly before exiting through the window again.

I choke on a sob that has crept up my throat. I wipe my dry eyes before the tears have a chance to spill.

That's all I've been doing, crying. I have to stop. Crying isn't going to solve anything. It isn't going to help me win him back. It isn't going to help me protect him from my family.

Using the minimal amount of effort that I have, I push myself out of bed and change into a pair of jeans, a tank top and a thin jumper that's sleeves are a little too long. I grab my shoes and slide into them before jogging down the stairs.

There doesn't seem to be anyone home, at least, that's what I thought. Allison comes out of the kitchen with a bottle of water in her hand. She's dressed in her jogging gear.

"Oh hey," She smiles. "You're finally out of your room."

I nod. "I finally realised how pathetic I was for crying over some guy that I'll probably never see again."

Allison nods in return.

"Well, I'm going out for a jog if you want to come with?"

"No, no it's fine. I don't need people keeping an eye on me all the time," Allison raises an eyebrow. "I am perfectly fine, Allison. I'll call you if anything happens, okay?"

"Okay," She begins to head for the door. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya."

The front door slams shut. The entire house is empty. There's no sign of my dad, my grandpa or anyone for that matter. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I enter the kitchen, pulling my phone out of my pocket and settling down onto a stool. Zero missed calls and zero text messages. My phone is usually blowing up from calls and texts. His number is the first one to appear when I search my caller history. My thumb hovers over the dial image.

No, I won't call him. If I call him he will only hang up on me or rant over the phone. If I appear in person he will only shut me out or run away. I'll probably run away.

No, calling him is definitely not an option. Now, that bottle of whiskey over there seems like a better option right now.

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"Derek!" I slur. "Hale, you better open the door or I will use the force to do it!"

I hit the door several times before it opens to reveal the tall, dark haired man that remains a mystery to residents of this town. He frowns at me.

"(Y/N)? What the hell are you going here?" He barks at me.

"I'm drunk and you're not..drunk.." I break into a fit of laughter.

"Get your ass in here before you do something stupid."

He grabs my arm and drags me into the loft. The door slams shut behind me.

"Mhmm, you're stupid. I could do you."

I cling onto his arm as I giggle to myself. Derek drags me further into his apartment, heading towards the mattress that lies on the floor.

"Oh," I say as he forces me to sit on the bed. "If that's how it's going to be you should have bought me a drink first."

He rolls his eyes before taking my boots off. My jacket falls off of my shoulders. I smile up at him. His expression is unreadable, as it always is. Derek pauses in removing pieces of my clothing that seems restricting to grab the duvet cover on his bed.

"Derek," I whimper. My eyes fill with tears. "I-I love you so much that it hurts. And I can't make the pain go away no matter how hard I try. I need you a-and I can't do this anymore,"

I cling onto his shirt. My head hits his chest and the tears begin to roll down my cheeks. The whimpers and sobs soon transpire into hiccups. My grip on his shirt tightens when he doesn't move.

"I ha-hate this feeling that I get when you're not around. I just, I can't do this anymore. I can't do this to you, Derek."

Dereks' arms wrap their way around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I release his shirt and wrap my arms around his neck, staining his shoulder with my salty tears. He rubs my back and kisses the side of my head.

Drunken tears and intoxicated confessions are never the way to realise that you've done something stupid. The same goes for walking all the way to downtown with alcohol in your system. But when it results in clinging on to one and other like this is our last night on Earth, whispering sweet nothings into one and others ears as we drift off to sleep; the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat improvising as my lullaby: it is completely worth it.