Be Somebody- Stydia

Cuddling

*UGHHHHH THIS HUG GETS ME EVERY TIME! JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE AND HOW THEY HOLD EACH OTHER SO TIGHT... AND UGHH EVERYTHING (and how I want to see her face so bad to see how happy she is to finally see him again, ugh I can go on forever) Ok, back to the story, enjoy the double update :)* 

When Lydia and Stiles entered into the house, Stiles' dad immediately came in to hug his son. He did not think that his son would bring a guest. He was surprised that it was a girl. 

"Stiles!," Stiles' dad said as he hugged his son "and who is this we have here?" 

"Hi Mr. Stilinski, I am Lydia Martin," Lydia said as she put her hand out. Immediately, Stiles' dad ignored her hand and gave her a big hug. Lydia was surprised, but eventually wrapped her small arms around his frame. 

"So, how did you meet Stiles?" Mr. Stilinski asked as he directed her towards the small kitchen down the hall. She followed as Stiles trailed behind her.

"Well, Stiles here was being chased down by exciting fans, and I saved him by letting him in my car before the fans came and trampled him" Lydia said as she sat down. Mr. Stilinski had a weird expression on his face. He glanced towards Stiles, but realized that he was looking at Lydia with so much lust in his eyes. He knew that something was off with Stiles.  

Whenever Stiles would come home, he would always be sad. This place reminds him of his mother, and he misses her everyday. When he arrived with Lydia, he seemed more happy and excited to actually be here. He think he knew why, but he wasn't going to even question it. 

"Well I can tell that you make my son very happy, so make yourself at home" Mr. Stilinski said as Stiles put his head in his hands and sighed. 

"Thanks Mr. Stilinski" Lydia said as she glanced at Stiles, and giggled. 

"Call me Noah" He said as he got up from his chair, smiling before leaving the room.

"Thank you Noah!" Lydia said before he left the room. He simply put up a peace sign before walking out of the room. 

"He seems nice" Lydia said as she followed Stiles back to the foyer to grab their bags that were left for them. 

"Yeah, I guess he likes you, which is great" Stiles said as he chuckled and headed up the stairs. 

When they arrived upstairs, Stiles directed Lydia to the guest room, before he went off to his room. The guest bedroom was small and sweet. There were light green walls, with a white and grey bed. There was a night stand, with the necessities on a normal night table. There were green accent pillows on the queen sized bed. There was a little dresser, closet, and a small rug in the middle of the room. Lydia loved this room. She put her bags down and unpacked. 

She put the clothes that she packed in the closet, and plugged in her phone in the outlet. She then walked out of the room to find Stiles.

When she found his room, she saw him looking at the pictures on his drawer. She walked towards him and looked at the pictures over his shoulder. She was a lot shorter than him so she had to stand on her toes. 

"My mother has been gone for almost 10 years. She died from Frontotemporal Dementia. This house was hers. The car was hers. The room you are staying in is her's. Everything here is her's. I have no way to escape her. I try to not think about her, but whenever I am here, I can't not think about her." Stiles said as he stared at picture of him and his mother playing in the backyard when he was very young.

"Hey, Stiles look at me," Lydia said as she looked up at Stiles. He wouldn't look at her. She put her hand on his cheeks and made him look at her. " Look at it this way. Yes, everything here is her's, but it is a reminder of all the good times. I mean what would it be like if there was nothing here that was her's. It would make the house lose all of it's memories." Lydia said as she stared deep into his eyes.

He helped her when she was dealing with her grandmother, and still is. The least she can do is help him get over the fear of coming back home to deal with the memories of his deceased mother. 

All Stiles could do was pull Lydia into his arms, and rest his head on top of her's. He pulled her as close as possible. Lydia would never let go, and neither would he.

Over the course of 5 minutes, they would make their way over the the bed and would lay down. Lydia the small spoon, and Stiles the big spoon. 

"This house reminds me so much of you" Stiles as he repeated the same motion of a heart on Lydia's finger.

"Really? Why" Lydia as she felt small butterflies in her stomach. Here she was lying in Stiles' bed talking to random things. She didn't know what they are, but she really wanted to be something with Stiles.

"Well, if you haven't realized, everything in this house is green. The rooms, the exterior, the kitchen, and you can name even more. Green was my mother's favorite color." Stiles said as he pulled her closer to his body.

"And how does this relate to me" Lydia said as she turned over to stare at him.

"Well, your gorgeous eyes are the same color. When I first met you, I couldn't stop staring at your eyes. All they do is remind me of my mother, but in a good way, when she wasn't sick" Stiles said as he smiled a little bit.

"You fascinate me Stilinski" Lydia said as she stared up at him. 

"Why" he asked.

"Well I would of never thought that the Stiles Stilinski would be willing to open up to me about something so personal. I mean, you realize that you just met me like 5 days ago. And here I am cuddling with you, as we both open up about things we would never talk about with other people." She said as she laid her head down on his chest. 

"I do realize that we just met, but something attracted me to you. You reminded me of my mother, and I knew that you were going to be apart of my life romantically, or not" He responded.

"Well too late since you are stuck with me romantically" She said as she quickly pecked his lips.

"Do you see me complaining" He said as he gave her a long a passionate kiss. 

When Lydia opened her eyes, she stared at him with so much lust and admiration, he just wanted to kiss her all damn day. Do nothing more than kiss, I mean unless she wanted to do anything else.

"You loved your mother a lot didn't you?" Lydia said as she hugged him tightly, putting her arms around his waist. She could feel his abs through his thin graphic tee. She was getting a little tempted, but she was content just cuddling, kissing, and talking about random shit. Only for now though.

"Yeah, I miss her, you know" He said as he gripped her tighter, not wanting to let her go.

"Yeah, I am always here for you scruffy, if you need me" Lydia said as she closed her eyes. 

"I know buttercup" Stiles said before he noticed Lydia drifting off. He stared down at the beauty next to him, before shutting his eyes to get a long over nap next to the person he may or may not love. 

Little did they know that Noah was standing by the doorway, watching his son fall in love with Lydia, almost the same way that he fell in love with his wife.