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XIII. Its You → Stilinski

Part 2 of Always Her

Warning; insecure reader.

Y/N's POV

Its been a week after our break up and I couldn't be any worse. When I go to school everyday, Stiles always wait for me at my locker, saying he needed to explain himself, saying that I'm making a mistake.

Am I making a mistake? all I want is to stop feeling the pain of seeing Stiles admiring Lydia. Sure, Lydia and I are bestfriends- basically sisters- but I can't help but feel jealous of her.

She have strawberry blonde hair while I have (Y/H/C) that didn't look flawless as her did. My (Y/E/C) eyes and sarcastic remarks are not as good as her bright green eyes and sassy attitude.

And I'm just a simple girl, who's always wearing a shirt with a flannel, jeans and a converse while she wore skirts, blouse, dresses with high heels. She's also a Martin, so.

Its Wednesday and I wasn't planning on going to school for the day. I have a common cold and a fever so my mom insisted that I should stay at home although we were supposed to have a quiz in Econ. I was wrapped in my comforter with my laptop infront of me when I phone vibrated, I checked it and saw that I recieve a message.

From: Stilinski.

Hey. Can we talk?

I can feel my heart dropping within me when I saw his name on my phone. Its 'Baby Star Wars' before, and I didn't even remember changing it in the last week.

Shrugging, I reply with a neat 'Can't. Not at school.', after replying I put my phone beside my laptop and I continue searching on Netflix of what show I'm gonna watch.

My phone illuminated with a message in the screen.

From: Stilinski.

I know. I waited for you in your locker earlier. I assume you're at your house?

To; Stilinski.

Yea. I'm sick.

From: Stilinski.

I'm comin' over.

To; Stilinski.

Don't have to.

From: Stilinski.

Still coming over.

I sighed and forcefully dragged myself out of my very welcoming room to go to the front door. As my feet pound against the wood in the stairs, the heavier my heart become and I don't know if its guilt or anxiety.

I was near the door when someone knocked, I slowly walk towards it and open it lightly to see who it was.

Stiles.

He immediatly look up at the creak of the door, bloodshot eyes with red nose facing me. I can see his adam's apple bobbled up and down as he swallowed his nervousness. He cleared his throat before he speak, "Hey." And the sadness laced in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

"You said you want to talk, then what is it?" I didn't mean to be rude but God so help me to contain my patience.

"A-About us."

"Stiles..."

"Please, Y/N. I can't do this anymore," he begged, " I can't keep waking up in the morning with an empty space beside me. I can't keep walking to my classes without holding your hand.
I can't live another day without you by my side, without the sweet kisses, without the cuddling, without the late night talks and late night adventures with curly fries."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continue his speech that makes me guilty about everything I've done.

"I just want you. Not Lydia or anybody else, just you. You're the one I want to be with, the one I'm in love with and the one who I want to marry. I love you, only you. And there is nobody's ever going to change that fact. I want you snoring quietly beside me in our bed, with kids running around in our porch while the both of us is preparing breakfast. I want-"

I can't hold it anymore, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pull him close to me so I can kiss him. I can feel him hold his breathe but eventually relax as the kiss maintain. He placed his hands on my waist as I tangled my fingers in his soft brown locks.

Our lips moves in sync, breathes exchange while moans are barely contained. When I feel the burning in my lungs, begging for air, I slightly pulled away and look at him.

Eyes closed, cheeks tinted pink with a smile in his lips. He tighten his hold on my waist, forehead pressed against mine. I whisper a sweet 'I love you' to him.

His smile turns into a full grin as he opens his eyes, showing me his eyes that I love dearly. He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose after he whisper an 'I love you' back to me. And-

I love every second of it.

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-lys.