one shots | stydia

Stydia|| Home.

She looked at him, her heart warmed although her legs felt weak and her body wanted to give out. With her pulse racing and her head spinning as if she had a couple of shots, she swallowed the large lump that formed in the back of her throat.

She needed a couple of shots; she thought.

So that's exactly what she did.

Music was thumping loud as she pushed passed sweaty and hormonal teenagers sloppily grinding to the beat. The smell was horrendous: hormones and body sweat mixed with musty deodorant and way too much perfume.

She needed to get him out of her head. What has it been, 2 years? Maybe 3? Ever since they broke up, they haven't seen each other. They haven't seen each other since he walked out that very door.

Lydia had found herself staring at the door, recalling the memory in her mind. It was like a flashback in a movie, so clear and sight full it was like it was happening right there, right now. Which led to a tear to roll down her cheek.

Lydia wiped her eyes and straightened her back. What was he doing? She was the host! She plastered a smile on her face as she continued her way into the kitchen, chucking a shot down her throat so effortlessly.

And another one.
And another one.
And another one.

"Fuck, Lydia are you okay?" Kira laughed as Lydia stumbled while she was jumping to the drum and bass beat. She was the one sweating now, but she looked so perfect. He thought she looked so perfect.

She didn't know he was watching her. She hasn't changed at all since their break up. Maybe her bags under her eyes are more developed but was obviously covered up by her highly outstanding make up skills. Her hairs grown a few inches longer and curled more at the bottom. Her smile wasn't genuine anymore, it was just a smile. A smile because she was having a good time, but it wasn't a Lydia smile. She still danced the same. He doesn't know why he came, it's probably the fact Scott forced him out. Though he wasn't disappointed. He was glad, actually. He watched the tiny baby hairs lightly stick to her forehead and her hips moving perfectly in time to the fast beat. Heels still tremendously high, but made her legs look long even though she was only 5'3.

He was in a daze, he was in a daze because it's been so long, she's knocked the breath out of him. He finally blinked as his eyes burned, turning to Scott clearing his throat and chugging his bear to find himself glance one more time at the carefree girl dancing like a lunatic in the middle of her living room.

Lydia's mind was in a whirl, she turned to see Stiles for the hundredth time that night. Her brain was shaking its head persistently but her legs said otherwise.

"Hey!" Lydia shouted, taking a red solo cup out of someone's hand and chugging down the remaining liquid.

Stiles was baffled and confused, but couldn't help the goddamn smile that erupted his face.

"Hey you." Stiles replied.

Lydia tripped a little, causing Stiles to grab her arm and keep her upright. She smiled sloppily at the gesture. Although, he kept his hand on her elbow just in case. Or maybe it was to finally have skin to skin contact with Lydia Martin once more.

"Did you come with Scott?" Lydia asked, as soon as she said Scott's name, she couldn't help but smirk a little. They were best friends, they would take a bullet for each other. Scott looked around and landed his eyes on the old flame. His heart jumped a little as he tapped Kira and drew her attention to Stiles and Lydia.

"Yeah, I did." Stiles replied, staring her down like it was the last time he was going to see her. Lydia cleared her throat.

"Well, I hope you're having fun. I'll see you around." Lydia's voice cracked a little as she turned away and locked herself in her bedroom until the party was over.

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Lydia finally heard nothing but the sound of loud music echoing through her small, yet cosy home. She tip toed down the stairs and turned the music off. She was so used to it, her ears starting to ring. Her heels were finally off, letting her bear feet feel the times and it was an orgasmic feeling. She turned to the clock as it read 4:36am. She grabbed a black bag and started throwing red cups in it until the living room area was clean. Then she directed her self to the kitchen. Binning cups and disinfecting the sides until it was spotless. Lydia always liked cleaning at night, she found peace in it.

She started picking things up on the lower stairs and the rubbish scattered across the floor in the hallway until the door open and Lydia jumped. Her arms were out, ready to scream someone down with her drastic powers, but lowered them when she realised it was Stiles.

"SHIT, oh god you scared the crap out of me!" Lydia laughed, putting a hand to her chest. She was still a little tipsy, though the cleaning and waiting sobered her up quite a lot.

"I'm sorry." Stiles laughed out loud. God, she missed that laugh. "I forgot my phone."

"Oh, I thought I saw one on the coffee table."

Stiles nodded, directing his way into the living room and grabbed his phone.

"It's spotless in here." Stiles said. "You still cleaning at night? Oh god Lydia you still have that terrible habit!"

Lydia turned red and threw a cup at him. "It's not my fault!"

"Okay." Stiles mocked. He accidentally turned on the tv. "Oh I'm so sorr-Lydia? Why are there Chinese subtitles on your screen?" Stiles asked, as he raised his eyebrows, like he was already indulged in the answer.

"I can't figure out how to turn them off." Lydia shrugged and continued to clean the hallway. She smiled to herself a bit, he was back in her house like the old days. Him and her, exchanging flirty banter. Being lovers but acting like best friends. Ironic how they're not any of those options anymore.

Stiles stared at the remote with his tongue poking out. He clicked a couple of buttons until the subtitles were off. "There." He said proudly, neatly placing the remote down on the coffee table.

Lydia's chin started to wobble as her nose started to burn, she tried not to cry but she really couldn't. She walked over to him, quite fast actually, and hugged him from behind. Her cheek was firmly placed just above his lower back as their height difference was outstanding.

"I miss how handy you are." Lydia sniffed, wiping away her tear with his blue flannel.

Stiles looked down at their connected hands and sighed.

"You just..." Lydia stumbled. "You just remind me of...of home."

Stiles turned so his front was facing him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer as the other hand snaked into her hair. He smelled the same, he hugged the same. His heart always thudded that same beat which made Lydia smile so goddamn big.

He was her home.