Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Nightmares

  I woke up to the sound of my ringtone. I groan and angrily grab my phone.

  "Hello?" I groggily ask, not bothering to check the caller ID.

  "Hey, y/n." It was the sheriff.

  "Not to be rude Mr. Stilinski but why in the heck are you calling me at three in the morning? I have to wake up in two and a half hours."

  "I'm really sorry but it's Stiles." I quickly sit up.

  "What about him?" I ask.

  "He keeps waking up screaming and won't tell me why. I kind of hope he might talk to you. He just sitting in his bed right now." Mr. Stilinski explains.

  "Okay." I sigh and get out of bed, heading downstairs. "I'll be right over."

  "Thank you." Then the line ended.

  I quietly stick on my shoes, grab my keys, and head out the door to the Stilinski household which was just a couple houses down from mine.

  I quietly knock when I find the right house and it almost immediately swings open.

"Thanks again, y/n." Sheriff says, letting me in.

  "No pro-" I was interrupted by screaming. Stiles. Sheriff bolts up the stairs and I follow. He swings open the door and rushes over to Stiles who is covered in sweat and freaking out.

  "Stiles!" Sheriff tries to calm down his son. "Shh. It's okay. It's okay!" When Stiles cools, his eyes meet mine.

  "Y/n?" He asks. Sheriff lets go and leaves the room, giving me a look as if saying 'do whatever you can'.

  Stiles moves and sits on the edge the bed. I sit next to him.

  "I don't want to ask this question because it's kind of dumb at the moment but are you okay?" I ask.

  "Not-not really. I don't know what's wrong with me." He mutters. "I have nightmares that are so bad, I can't sleep. I only get like, two hours every night. They feel so real."

  "Night terrors." He looks at me and nods.

  "Sometimes I feel like I can't wake up or like this life I'm living isn't real. I don't know if I'm really talking to you or if this is one of them." I grab one of his hands.

   "This is real." I see his shoulders relax. "I'm here. You can tell me everything if you want to or we can try to sleep."

  He looks at me and I see the bags under his eyes. "I don't know if I can-"

  "But we can try." He nods and lays back down on the bed. I lay next to him and he puts his head on my chest. He wraps his arms around me and I play with his hair to make him go to sleep faster.

  "I love you, y/n." I hear him say before he drifts asleep. I fall asleep smiling because of just those small words.