Teen Wolf One Shots and Imagines

Hold On (Stiles)

*death and trauma in this so if you're sensitive to that I wouldn't read*

(If you want a little something extra I listened to Hold On by Chord Overstreet which I put above so listen to that while you read this)

Stiles's POV

      I laid next to her, her dirty blonde hair draped perfectly around her, her plump pink lips standing out from her pale skin. The beeping of the heart monitor became so normal to me that it almost disappeared. I took her cold, limp hand into mine, rubbing soothing circles on it.

       "Hey baby." I looked up at her unresponsive body. "I'm still here."

     "Part of me still hopes you can hear me. But the other part knows you might not." I sighed. "But you're a fighter. Always have been. And when you win this battle, I'll be here to celebrate with you."

     I ran my hand across her cheek. "I promise. I'll never leave."

      A knock came on the door. "Stiles?"

     I turned around to see Melissa standing in the doorway. "How's she doing?"

      I turned my gaze back to my unconscious girlfriend. "Same as always."

     Melissa walked into the room, placing her hands on my shoulders. "She will be happy to know that you never left."

     I laughed. "Yeah, but she's also gonna be pissed. She always tells me to take care of myself, that I care too much about helping others that I forget to help myself."

     Melissa let out a small laugh. "She really does care about you Stiles."

      "Can I ask you a question?"

     "Mhm?"

    I let out a shaky sigh. "Do you think she's going to make it?"

     Melissa looked at the floor. "I don't know." A tear rolled down my cheek. "But we're doing everything we can to try."

     I nodded, unable to speak. I finally found the one, the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and she might be taken from me. My heart shattered, knowing this might be my last memory of her.

      The beeping of the heart monitor stopped, and Melissa and I snapped out of our trance as a long beep followed. She flatlined.

     "NO!" I said, standing up and lunging towards her as Melissa pulled me back.

     "Stiles get out!" She turned to call something out the door. "I NEED A RESUSCITATION TEAM IN HERE STAT!"

     "NO I SAID ID NEVER LEAVE!" I grabbed her hand as Melissa and another doctor dragged me out of the room. "I LOVE YOU!"

       Melissa shut the door and locked it, before rushing over with the others and performing cpr. I watched from the window, as the lifeless body of my girlfriend lied motionless except for the pulses of CPR. I felt tears stream down my face as I stood by the window. They all stepped away, and then it hit me. She's gone.

   *two weeks later*

    "Stiles?" A knock came at the door as my father opened it. "How you doing buddy?"

     I stared at my wall. "She's gone dad."

      "I know son. I'm sorry."

     My breath became shaky. "Me too."

      We sat in silence, before my dad sighed. "So her dad dropped by the station today."

     I stayed staring at the wall.

     "I don't know if you'd want this," he took a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "But they found this in one of her notebooks."

     I switched my gaze to the piece of paper, taking it from my dad as he put his hand in his pants pockets. "I'll leave you to it."

      As soon as he closed my door, I studied the folded piece of paper. It had a date on the front along with my name. 2-06-17. That was one week before we started dating. I unfolded the letter, and felt tears form in my eyes.

    "Stiles,

       I don't know if you'll ever read this, because I know I'll never have enough courage to give it to you. I'm writing this because I don't know what else to do. So I'll just say it, I'm in love with you.

      Now I know it's cheesy to fall for your best friend, but I fell into your trap. Every time your whiskey colored eyes look into mine, every time you laugh, every word you speak, pulls me deeper into your spell. And so I'll say it again, I'm in love with you Stiles Stilinski.

        God, what I'd give to hold your hand in the hall, kiss you before going to class, cuddle as we watch movies, take walks in the park with you, be able to call you mine. I would do anything to run my hands through your hair as I look into your eyes.

      Stiles, although you'll never read this, I want you to know that this isn't some kind of tiny crush. This is real. I've never felt this feeling that you give me with anyone else. So again I'll say, I'm in love with you Stiles Stilinski."