The bright light seeped through the gap between my curtains, illuminating the printed papers of the Juilliard ceiling that Stiles had made for me. I cringed at the harsh sun beams intruding my room, squinting my eyes and groaning, before tucking myself deeper beneath the covers.
"Good morning" A deep voice rumbled through my door. I slowly crept out of the duvet, peering at the familiar owner of the voice.
"Mmmmph" was my only response as I reluctantly sat up in my cozy bed. My eyes widened, adjusting themselves to the light.
Stiles propped himself next to me, leaning down and kissing me softly. The kiss was gentle and tender but it soon became more intense, causing me to pull his body closer. His hands crept their way around my waist, my own making their way to his hair. It was something I didn't realise I'd been craving. I smiled into the kiss, the touch igniting a fire deep in my belly.
As we pulled back, I realised that the door was still ajar and my parents could have seen us.
"Hi" I shyly mumbled, my cheeks hot and flushed from the moment we just shared.
"What'd want to do then?" He asked, his hair slightly ruffled from my touch. I readjusted myself, kneeling beside him to fix his hair. He continued to stare at me, watching my face as my hands combed through his dark locks.
"I'm so lucky to have you" He spoke so softly and quietly, I almost didn't hear it.
I leant down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, then his lips.
"And I'm lucky to have found you" the words came out as barely a whisper, but the small smile on his face told me he had heard them.
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If I Stay
FanfictionLydia Martin thought the hardest decision she would ever face would be either to pursue her musical dreams at Juilliard or follow a different path to be with the love of her life, Stiles. But what should have been a care free family drive changes e...
