Sterek Short Stories and One Shots

You might actually cry

"You might actually cry", Short Story, Young!Derek Normal!Stiles AU, no werewolves, Alive!Paige Bitch!Kate.

Young Derek's POV:

I didn't mean to look at anyone else, not after the heavy breakup with my long time girlfriend Paige anyways. I thought I was done with love, if she couldn't love me anymore, why would I love myself or anyone else for that matter? But I was wrong, as my uncle Peter loves to point out at any and all times. It was truthfully his fault Paige left me, and while I know I should hold a grudge I couldn't, he was just trying to help keep her interested. Apparently my steamy turn on skills weren't enough for her, she wanted someone who would go all the way with her no reservations, but I couldn't give her that, I wasn't fully ready. Ironic as it is seeming how everyone believes I'm such a "player" and "sex god". I guess I was thankful for Paige though, she might not have loved me anymore but she didn't betray or pretend what we had wasn't there. She kept her mouth shut everytime someone asked her what it was like to be with me.
  So I guess that's why it's so hard to admit that I had fallen again, straight on my damn ass for someone. Someone with gorgeous eyes and a bright smile. Someone who didn't mind my moody self and supplied quality banter. Someone who knew my fears and nightmares without me opening my mouth. Someone with a name so unique that they just prefer to go by a family nickname. Someone meant for me. Someone named Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles POV:
He didn't mean to fall, I knew that much. But something about him drew me to him, I mean besides the fact that his face screams Greek God, I think it was the way he shut everything out. I wasn't stupid, I knew something was bothering him, so I didn't mind his moodiness, and he didn't mind my playful jabs and comical banter. He was downright annoyed at first. Though I grew on him, soon we were glued to each other. But then things got difficult, people starting talking, asking questions and it drove him away.

Young Derek's POV:
I didn't think people would open their mouths, at the time I didn't even know what Stiles was to me. So when the questions came in I grew distant. It killed me, god did it kill me. He tried so hard to fix what was between us, to make me understand that we didn't have to define anything but I just listen. Slowly he starting giving up, though he never did fully. I know because while he was sneaking glances at me every now and then I was sneaking them right back. It didn't matter that I had fully shut him out, it didn't matter that if he was looking or talking I pretended he didn't exist. It didn't matter at all that we hadn't spoken a word in a full month and a half, because when I needed him, when the accident happened, he was right there.

Stiles POV:
Of course his phasing me out hurt. It hurt so fucking much. But I learned to accept it, even if I didn't fully agree with it. Though I'd always crack, looking at him here and there, studying his body posture and behavior to make sure he was okay. And I pretended I didn't see him sneaking glances back at me. Until he got hurt. I have never drove more recklessly than I did the night of his accident, I didn't care if I got pulled over, I needed to be there with him. At the moment I didn't even care if I crashed. Because I could be in the same hospital as him. He was so stupid for doing that to me. He knew the consequences yet that didn't stop him. He went anyways, and the cops, my own dad wouldn't disclose what happened in full, not even to his very own son who was losing it in a hospital waiting room. I stood in the middle of that room crying for hours. The words echoing in my head. "We don't know if he will make it son, I'm sorry."

Young Derek POV:
Everything had hurt, I knew Stiles was going to kill me if I didn't succumb to the wounds myself. But I had to go, I knew that Kate's, the woman I  was beginning to become interested in, party was in a sketchy place. I knew the stories of the happenings there. But I didn't care. I wanted to get drunk and fuck a woman to prove to everyone, though mostly myself in realization now, that I wasn't gay. It was so stupid, I shouldn't have been there. It didn't even matter. But what did matter was when I refused to give them the fancy watch. The watch with our initials carved on the back. The watch he gave to me when he admitted he liked me. The last thing I had that reminded me of him.

Stiles POV:
When they finally let me in, it was as if they had given up hope in him. "He's not fighting hard enough" I'd hear a nurse whisper to herself. But I knew he was, because despite what little strength he had, he was gripping the watch I got him for dear life. I knew he was trying, so I sat by him, for days on end until one day, the day he woke up.

Young Derek POV:
I was out for two weeks. The doctor said of all the hours in those two weeks Stiles had only left my side for about six of them. They told me there was a point they had pull up a bed beside me and induce him to sleep while hooked to an IV because he wasn't getting nearly enough sleep or fluids. They said he had held my hand even in slumber. I knew he would, that the second I opened my eyes he'd go off on me. That's what I had hoped for, what I excepted, but he has the habit of surprising me.

Stiles POV:
After the doctors left I said the only thing that came out. I wanted to scream at him, yell at him for his stupidity, but seeing how weak he looked I just couldn't so I said the only thing I could. "I love you." For once he didn't hold back, he didn't push me away, it was like he had finally come to terms and with a weak smile and a gravely voice he responded.

Young Derek POV:
I told him that I loved him too. I watched as he cried joyfully and then beckoned him closer ignoring the pain in my stomach from doing so. When I could feel his hot breath on my mouth I repeated myself, more firmly and put my lips against his.

Stiles POV:
He kissed me. It was full of love and longing. I could tell he was happy for the first time in a month and a half. And it sent me over the moon. He reassured me he'd be okay and sent me home to freshen up and get some proper sleep for the night. I didn't notice how his hands shook slightly or that he winced a bit after sitting up. I didn't hear his cry of anguish as I had closed the door. I didn't realize that would be it.

Young Derek's POV:
I was so extremely tired. Everything ached. Thinking of him brought a smile to my face and that eased my pain. Closing my eyes I slipped into a deep sleep. My dreams full of him and I together happy, and a bright, bright light.

Stiles POV:
He never woke up. And I can never forget him.