Derek Hale imagines

🌚Denial - part 1

Denial - Derek x Reader

by PandaExperience,

Sneaking out happened at least once or twice a week. If my father, or grandfather for that matter, discovered where I was disappearing to they would most likely rip me apart. I am old enough to make my own decisions, we've had this argument multiple times in the past. I may live under their house but that does not mean I will live under their rules. The only reason that I am here is because I want to seem useful against their so called 'problem' here. But that does not mean that I won't attempt to have a good time as well.

So, here I am: wandering the streets of downtown, trailing a path that I know so well. I haven't seen him in a few days. I deserve to see him. I hate having to sneak around though. We have to sneak around everyone's back; and I don't just mean my families.

Lydia, Stiles, Scott, Allison. Everyone.

The door leading to the loft creaks open. I ascend up the stairs, watching my back every so often. It isn't long before I am jogging up the stairs to rid the feeling of someone watching me. My fists pound against the door. Locks click on the other side. My stomach flips and my heart flutters when I see his face. His charming smile that could reel anyone in.

"Derek." I smile.

"Hello to you too." He smirks.

Derek grabs my hand and drags me into the loft. The door slams shut behind me. His hands land on my waist, his lips land on mine and my arms wrap themselves around his neck.

I don't want to let him go. I want to hold him close and never let him go.

We pull away from each other. He stares down at me, his well-known smile remaining on his lips. He leans forward down but I abruptly stop him, before his lips have the chance to hit mine once again, by setting my hand on his chest. Derek frowns, his head tilting like a puppy.

"I can't do this." I whisper.

"What?" His frown deepens.

"I can't do this to you, Derek. I can't do this anymore."

I push myself away from him. Being near him makes my heart clench. The look on his face makes me want to vomit.

"What are you talking about?" The tension is rising in his voice. I can hear it.

"I don't love you! Don't you get it?!" My voice screeches.

He looks like a puppy that's just been kicked in the teeth. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"I have never loved you," I spit. "I honestly thought you were smart enough to see through that. And you can listen to my heartbeat all you want to figure out if I'm lying or not, but I have never loved you, Derek. I never have and I never will,"

I turn around and head for the door. I swing it open. Derek remains where I had left him, standing there with his shoulders straight and his fists clenched. His jaw clenches several times as he watches me.

"See ya, Derek."

I slam the door shut and storm down the stairs. The cold air hits me once I've escaped the apartment block. I hug my jacket close to my body as I walk down the street, choking on the lump that is wedged in the back of my throat.

"Are you happy now?" I call out to the thin air. "I did what you asked. Now leave him alone."

"I am very happy, dear," Grandpa walks out of the car he is sitting in. "Your mother would be very proud of you."

She may be proud of me but I know that I won't be able to look at myself again without wanting to scream at my reflection. I've forced my feelings into denial, and for what? To keep him safe? He will never know, nor will he ever believe me, that I did this all for his sake.