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You wanted to sink into your sofa, you wanted to sink into your sofa and escape your thoughts more than anything. You hated being by yourself.
It had been 5 months since you had decided to pack up and move away from Beacon Hills, away from your best-friends and your family. It had been 5 months since you had moved away from Stiles.
You thought that running away from your problems would make them go away, but they just followed you to New York however this time there was no one to talk to about your problems. It was only you.
They consumed you and you were scared to go back to the place you had once called your home.
The quietness in your apartment was almost tangible. You had been in silence ever since you had left, you had been alone apart from the odd phone call from Lydia and the rest of the pack.
After a while of sitting on your slowly sinking sofa the silence around you almost became too loud, it was piercing your ears.
You reached over to your coffee table, swiping up the remote control that lay in the middle. Your hands fumbled around for a second trying to find the right button, you let a breath that you didn't know you were holding in when you found the power button.
The sound of the TV erupted around your living room and a small feeling of comfort spread over your body making your skin tingle slightly.
It was 1pm so the sun was high up in the sky, sadly this meant that you couldn't see the television in front of you very well as you lived on the top floor of an apartment building.
You knew you weren't actually going to watch what was on the screen you just needed some sort of distraction.
You swung your legs over your sofa, pulling yourself up finally being able to make your way over to your wall length windows to shut the curtains. The only good thing about moving away was the view of New York City.
Stiles would have adored the view, you knew he would for definite. Every Friday he would drive you up to the Beacon Hills viewpoint in his Jeep Roscoe. The two of you would sit there for hours, right up until the AM, you would talk about everything and anything. You and Stiles would talk about your theories and you would make plans. 9/10 Scott or Lydia would end up saving you and Stiles from your own plans but everyone knew you and Stiles were just trying to help.
Sometimes you would both just watch the city and predict the future, sometimes you made bonfires and roasted marshmallows. There were no limits when you were with Stiles. You two were partners in crime, the only two humans in the pack.
You had a bond that no one else could match, you didn't even know what it was...
However deep down you knew that you were in love with the dork. And it scared you more than any supernatural creature could.
But it wasn't always there, whatever it was. There was a time where you and Stiles couldn't stand the sight of one another , there was a time when you and Stiles were in the same pack but it felt like you were on two different planets.
You got onto your tip toes as you jumped around recklessly, trying to catch the top of the curtains so you could pull it across, shut out the sun and watch that damned TV show.
As you looked up to see where the curtain ended but something in the clear blue sky caught your eye. The moon.
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It was shining bright at 1pm.
Your heart stopped, and you held your breath again, forgetting about the curtains you took a step back away from your window.
Squinting your eyes at the sky once more just to double check that you weren't seeing things.
This time your heart sped up, something was wrong. The moon. The moon shouldn't have been out, and you knew that this all came down to Beacon Hills. Something was so wrong.
You'd had that gut feeling, that gut feeling you had gotten every-time Lydia was about to scream, that gut feeling you had gotten just before your best friend Allison was killed. It wasn't good.
You rushed around your apartment, scanning every cupboard and corner for your mobile phone. When you couldn't find it you screamed out in frustration.
"DAMN IT!"you shouted angrily as you ran your hands through your hair. Your breathing was spiralling out of control.
There was only one other thing you could do now.
*1 day later* Stiles and the rest of the pack stood around the operating table, Chris Argent had ordered everyone to stay inside whilst he helped the rest of the adults figure out what was going on.
Just like your apartment, everything was silent. The pack often shared worried glances, they had a feeling that this was way out of their league. The moon had been glowing different colours for hours, the team thought that this was too big.
They couldn't help.
Everyone's head snapped towards the entrance of the clinic when a loud crash echoed through the walls. Scott, Malia and Liam were ready to fight immediately.
The door slowly opened.
You stood helplessly in front of the pack that you had missed. Your pack. Y/H/C hair covering your face from the fall that you had just experienced.
Stiles' mouth dropped open at the sight of your return. Lydia and Malia smiled at each-other with relief.
"Please tell me you guys have seen the freaky moon aswell"you sighed finally.
The sound of your voice put everyone at ease. Before Stiles thought that this really was the end of the world, but now you were back in Beacon Hills and he knew that everything would be okay.
