Signature-STYDIA AU

Confirmation

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Stiles was swinging Lydia's hand back and forth as the two walked down the stone streets of Barcelona. Lydia's hair was parted to the left with many of the longer strands of her hair touching the fabric of her bright blue denim mini dress. Her white tennis shoes popped out as she stepped on the different shades of stone. Like Lydia, Stiles was wearing sunglasses too. In addition, he was wearing a gray t-shirt and khakis. The young celebrities were strolling on the streets, completely amazed by the architecture before their eyes. It was like they were entrapped in a beautiful scenery, embarking on a new adventure on every street corner.

As the two strolled around, Stiles practically drooled over the music store's window. This led to Lydia dragging the music loving boy inside. Stiles' fingertips immediately began to softly strum the strings of an acoustic guitar plastered with a section of eloquently painted red roses. Lydia amusingly watched him play a few melodious notes. She knew that he played the drums, but him being able to play the guitar was new knowledge to her. Lydia clapped once he finished toying with the chords. As he set it back down on its stand, Lydia stopped him. "I don't think so," she shook her hand, grabbing the neck of the guitar. "We are not leaving this shop without this guitar."

"I don't need one," he argued, trying to put it back, but she held her grasp.

Lydia walked over to the register and spoke, "estoy comprando esta la guitarra. ¿Cuánto dinero?" Loosely translated in English, Lydia said, I am buying this guitar. How much?

"Cuatrocientos cincuenta y siete," the worker said. Lydia nodded whipping out one of her credit cards that the worker allowed her to use instead of paying in euros. Lydia held the guitar by its neck, leaving Stiles in complete shock as his mouth flew open. "Since when did you learn Spanish?"

Lydia shrugged, placing her credit card back in its designated place in her wallet.  "I got bored on set one day."

His eyes fluttered in disbelief. "Oh," Lydia nodded, handing him the guitar. "You didn't have to buy that you know?" He stepped in front of her.

"Well, I did, so what do you say?" Lydia playfully asked with a pearly white smile on her face, stepping to the side.

"Thank you." And just like the two were off to their next stop.

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Their day was directed by the heat of the sun. They tried to stay in the shade as sunlight began to devour every street, leading them to reside in a shaded courtyard encompassed by orange trees.

Lydia sat on the fountain rocking her feet back and forth as she ate the potato wedges that Stiles' had bought her from a vendor on a street corner. Stiles delicately plucked the strings of his new guitar as he adjusted the tuners. Lydia turned to face him with her big bug-eyed sunglasses and told him to, "play something." With a smirk, he began to play a song that he used to perform in Theo's basement with Lydia supportively listening to the young boys of the future band, Hysteria Division. She was with him at the very beginning of his music career. Hell, she was the reason why he started to play the drums again after a comment she made about musicians being hot.

Lydia was taken aback as Stiles began to sing "Naive." She assumed that he wouldn't sing, but he most definitely did the opposite. And what surprised Lydia the most was not once in all the years she knew him did Stiles sing. A sweet hum would escape his lips, but never actual words and Lydia was practically wounded by his intoxicatingly beautiful voice. His voice was indescribable as it was somehow like the sing-song voice of an angel, but also managed to have the rasp of a person that smoked a pack a day. It was as if his voice was balanced. She never expected Stiles to be good.