The Wolf's Scream (Teen Wolf Scott/Allison fanfiction)

Chapter 23

STILES' POV

Lydia and I hadn't been to school in over two weeks.

Which was, in fact, perfect.

Her parents still weren't back from their trip and my dad wasn't bothering me. So everything was cool.

She got used to me touching her again.

I didn't want to overwhelm her, because what she went through was dreadful.

And I know she hates being touched at the moment.

But she lets me touch her.

We do only cuddle and kiss and hold hands, but I'm fine with that.

As long as she's comfortable, I'm happy.

She has nightmares, sometimes, though.

She wakes up screaming and I have to hold her and tell her it's going to be okay.

I knew how she felt, I had nightmares most nights, so I know how to deal with them.

I'd whisper things in her ear and hold her until she calmed down.

Things were rough, but I guess you have to go through the rough stuff to get to the nice stuff, right?

I do love her. I know I do.

Whenever I'm with her, I feel like I'm gonna vomit up my heart.

But when I'm not with her, it feels like my heart's already been vomited up and is being flushed down the toilet.

Weird analogy but, Scott agrees.

LYDIA'S POV

I am undeniably in love with Stiles Stilinski.

Right now, I hated people touching me.

But I let Stiles.

Stiles' touch was fine.

It was more than fine, really.

It was soft, meaningful.

Just beautiful.

Like him.

He hasn't left my side since that night and I adore him for that.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't even sleep, some nights.

He worries because I have nightmares.

It helps having him there, though.

He calms me down.

He understands.

And I love that.

I walk over to the couch and sit next to him.

He taps his leg, motioning me to come over and sit.

"I'll squish you, dumbass." I say

"Come here," he says, his voice so sweet, so, so beautiful.

Beautiful just describes him.

Beautiful.

I walk over to him.

I sit down on his leg.

He then gently holds me around my waist.

I relax at his touch.

He then pulls me down so that I'm lying on him.

I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

God, even his heartbeat was beautiful.

He kisses my head and keeps his arm wrapped around me, his other arm controlling the tv remote.