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

stiles when...

You're home sick

Stiles quietly made his way up to your bedroom, hoping to surprise you. You hadn't answered your phone all morning and Stiles got worried before he called your mom who said you were sick.

He opened your bedroom door and peaked inside, seeing you asleep on your bed. He knew you were a light sleeper so he tried his best to not make a noise, but he failed once you fluttered open your eyes.

"Dammit," He said sitting down on your bed and setting down the paper bag he brought along. "Stiles? What are you doing here it's a school day," You said sitting up.

"You weren't at school and you weren't answering your phone so I called your mom and she said you were home sick so I wanted to come and spend the day with you," He said looking at the scattered, used tissues on the floor. "I hate you. You should be at school and I don't want you seeing me like this," You groaned covering your face under the blanket.

"Hey, I think would still be beautiful even if you threw up snails," He smiled and pulled the covers off of you and stroked a piece of your hair behind your ear. "If you get sick then don't blame me Stilinski," You threatened. "Wouldn't think of it."

He pulled out all the Star Wars movies from the paper bag and you two watched them all the whole day in your bed, cuddling.

Maybe being home sick wasn't so bad after all.