✨Stiles Stilinski Imagines✨ ON HOLD/REWRITING ♥️

If only I could be the one [Part 2]

*Y/N's POV*

My head hurts so bad. I pull the duvet over me and stretch under it. As the darkness grows around me, I try to remember all the events from last night. Lydia's party... Me getting way too drunk... Justin bringing me home... Wait, was it Justin? Must've been, he was the only one at the party who could've brought me back.

Still under my cover, I reach for my phone under my pillow. Once I have it in hand, I unlock it, the brightness of the screen making me squint. I have a million texts from Justin and the oldest one I received is from Stiles.

Stiles🙄☺️❤️:

Heyy I hope you're doing fine :-) Have fun tonight! And don't cry too much, you can survive without me ;-) Byyye!

Oh Stiles. I laugh at my boy – uh – best friend's text.

I get out of bed against my will. I scrub my face to wake myself up a little bit and walk lazily to my mirror. I almost jump at the sight of my reflection. I look dead. Okay then, time for makeup.

I pick up everything I need (including clothes) and get to the bathroom. I dress up and I start by putting on some foundation, then some concealer (VERY important) and some mascara. I also apply a bit of strawberry flavoured gloss on my chapped lips.

Once I finish fixing my hair, I quit the bathroom and walk down the stairs. I see my parents eating breakfast at the table together.

"Hey Mom! Hey Dad!"

"Hi, sweetie. How was the party yesterday?" My mom asks.

"It was fun! All my friends were there so... Well, not ALL of them, but still." I said, thinking about Stiles.

"That's great! But, where are you going like this?" My dad notices I'm actually ready to leave.

"Yeah I was wondering if you would mind me taking the car? I need to go see Justin, he brought me back last night and I didn't thank him."

"Oh sure, honey. Be careful though!" My mom says as I walk out the front door.

(The mom turns to Y/N's dad a few seconds later, confused.)

"... Wasn't it Stiles's jeep that was parked in front of the house, last night?" She asks her husband.

The man raises his shoulders, showing he had no clue, and continues reading his newspaper.

***

*Back to Y/N's POV*

I get out of my car and run excitedly to Justin's front door. I knock and wait. As I stand there, I notice none of his parents's cars are in the driveway, only Justin's. This is good news.

Surprisingly, my boyfriend didn't open the door. I knock again, but still no answer. I reach for my small bag and search for the key Justin gave me a few weeks ago. Once I have it in hand, I unlock the door and walk in quietly. I put my bag on the diner table and start looking for my boyfriend.

"Justin?" I almost whisper.

I get no answer. Again. He must be in his bedroom. That's where I'm heading.

***

I walk up the last stair and end up on the second floor. I tip-toe to Justin's room. The door is closed. Classic Justin. I press my ear against the door to check if he's sleeping or not. I hear nothing. I twist the doorknob and slightly open the white door. I sneak my head in the opening and see Justin laying in his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.