Anchors and mates- A sterek fic

CHAPTER 3- The realisation

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DEREKS POV:
Derek was in that waiting room for what seemed like hours, after pleading with Scott and Stiles' dad to go home and get rest as they had work and school early in the morning. He thought about his feelings towards Stiles for the last 2 months of them being close. Derek thought about everything they talked about, everything he felt. When he was around Stiles, everything felt calm, perfect and he felt happy for once. Not to mention Stiles' smell sweetening more and more everyday. He was told story's and legends of something like this before and it was a sign of something amazing. But it can't be, it's so rare for werewolves and it's even rarer for humans and werewolves...
Was Stiles his mate?
A calming hand on his shoulder, broke him out of his entrancing thoughts as he looked up to Melissa standing there. "He's still asleep, but you can see him now." Derek's tired eyes, lit up immediately as he basically ran to Stiles private room, muttering "room 702, room 702" again and again to himself as he knew he would forget with all this stress. He finally found the room skidding on the floor as he stared at the door, wondering whether to go in, even though his mind had made that decision the second Melissa told him. Opening the door slowly, he crept in, seeing a paler than normal looking Stiles as he was sound asleep. Dereks heart sunk. The shear thought of Stiles being in any pain made a tear after tear roll down his face.

STILES POV:
Stiles' mind woke up before the rest of him, him just laying there with his eyes shut and body relaxed, it felt better than trying to get up and move. He felt so weak he didn't even think he could open his eyelids. Stiles heard a small click from the door but was still to tired to move a muscle. A muffled crying rang in his ears and a voice escaped the persons lips, "Oh Stiles, you always get yourself into such a mess" IT WAS DEREK, DEREK WAS THE VOICE, STILES KNEW IMMEDIATELY. Derek carried on with, " I know you can't hear me and it's probably better me telling you while you're unconscious anyway, to stop your constant blabbing." He pauses and gave a quick emotional laugh. "What I'm saying is Stiles, I realised that over the time we have been talking, you are my mate Stiles and I think I'm in love with you. I know you can't hear me, but I love you Stiles, with all of my heart! But I know you don't love me, you love Lydia and always will, so I... I need to leave town"Stiles wanted to cry and scream, hug Derek, tell him not to leave but he couldn't move, all his energy was drained. He heard Derek, give out a small sigh and quick footsteps approached the door. Stiles tried to say something, move, anything to stop Derek walking out but it was too late, he was gone and a hot tear pricked out of Stiles eye....
He loved Derek too.