Stydia one-shots

Unspoken Connection. (Part 2)

"He still likes her doesn't he? Yeah. Yeah, but it's different now. I mean, you should've seen the way he used to be around her. Was it bad?
Kind of obsessive, but not all bad. You know, Lydia used to pretend not to be smart?
Our Lydia?
Yeah, Stiles was the only one who knew.
How?
He paid attention.
He listened to her.
He remembered..."

Stiles' stumbled before hitting the wall and slid down as he put his head in his hands. He wanted to cry. Would anyone remember him?
His dad? Liam? Scott? Malia?
Lydia?...
He stopped as he could now only think about the strawberry blonde.
"Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?
Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year. Sophomore year? Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?
You saved my life too.
Just remember..."
The conversation ran through his head over and over and over again. Would she remember those last words he spoke to her?...Does she even remember him? The thought of the girl he's had a crush on since the third freaking grade not remembering him left his heart broken.
He loved her so much...he's always loved Lydia. He tried to move on from her but he came to the conclusion that he would never be able to. It would always be her. Just the thought of him possibly never seeing her or any of the others ever again frustrated him.
Opening his eyes looking down as a droplet hit the floor.
He hadn't even realized he'd been crying. Hot tears rolled down his face. He began to wipe them away.
It grew quiet, the only thing Stiles heard was sniffles and the sobs of a girl. Her name left his mouth without even thinking about it.
"Lydia?..." he whispered to himself.
Standing up, frantically looking around for the girl. Her crying grew louder and louder as he continued to search. After a while he turned around and froze. There, sitting against the wall was the petite strawberry blonde. His breaths became shaky as he eyed the fragile girl.
He ran towards the wall, at first he delicately touched where the back of her head was resting on the wall.
Hoping that maybe, just maybe he could touch her and hold her. He wanted to tell her she had nothing to worry about and that he was there, that he would always be there...but all he felt was the concrete of the wall. Vexation took over him. He began to hit the wall screaming at the top of his lungs. "LYDIA! LYDIA! COME ON. YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME. LYDIA!"
Peter ran over to the screeching boy grabbing his arms and pushing him away from the wall.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get us killed?"
Stiles looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"Lydia was in there! I saw her. She was crying. I need to do something. I- I have to do something."
Peter turned to the wall before speaking, "No dumbass. She's not there. It's all in your head."
He looked towards the wall in hopes of proving the werewolf wrong...but he was right. All he saw was concrete.

Tears formed in his eyes as he put his head in his arms.

"Remember I love you"

Hello!
I decided to write a second part for my last one shot, but in Stiles' point of view! I hope you enjoy it! 😊💕