When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

He sees you cry

You sat in your car in the school parking lot after the lacrosse game. After the game ended, your boyfriend of eight months broke up with you leaving with a different girl.

You cried softly to yourself as you sat in the empty parking lot. You wondered what was wrong with you, what made Matt break up with you.

You noticed someone walking beside your car, so you quickly wiped away your tears.

"Y/N?" The voice said looking at you through the car window. You looked up trying to cover your tears as much as you could.

"Hi Stiles," You tried your best to smile at the boy. You two were friends in middle school and the beginning of high school, but he started hanging out with Scott more and more and you hung out with Matt.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked noticing your wet cheeks and running mascara. "Yeah, fine," You lied hoping he would walk away and leave you alone.

"Then why are you crying?" He pressured you. "I don't need you seeing me cry right now Stiles, just go away," You said annoyed while wiping away more tears.

"Look you shouldn't be embarrassed about people seeing you cry," Stiles said calmly. "What?" You looked back up at him.

"I just think you look really beautiful when you cry," He said leaning against your car. You couldn't help but smile, but your heart still ached remembering your boyfriend.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He pestered once again. "We're not friends anymore Stiles," You say avoiding eye contact. "That doesn't mean I don't still care about you. Talk to me, please."

You rolled your eyes and unlocked your car doors. Stiles smiled and ran around to the passenger door and slid inside next to you.

"It's Matt. He-uh," you sniffed, "he broke up with me after the game," You said breaking down into a puddle of tears. Stiles wrapped his arms around you and you put your head in his chest, letting the tears soak through his jersey.

"Why would he ever do that?" He mumbled to himself. "I wasn't giving him what he wanted. It's my fault," You admitted.

Stiles unwrapped his arms around you and looked you dead in the eye, a hint of anger lingered in his eyes.

"How can you say that? How can you say it's your fault. Y/N you're freaking perfect and if that guy doesn't see that then screw him! He's the problem. You're amazing, he just doesn't see it," His voice grew louder and more angry with each word.

"Thanks Stiles," You smile but still can't bring yourself to cheer up.

"Sorry you have to see me like this. I'm a mess," You laugh while wiping your cheeks.

"You're not a mess, Y/N. You're beautiful."