Lydia.
I woke up screaming. I had another nightmare.
"Lydia calm down, calm down. It was just a dream, it wasn't real." Stiles was holding me down as I was screaming. I realised he was right, it was just a dream, and I stopped screaming. "It's okay, you're okay." I was gasping for air despite the fact I knew it wasn't real. I slowly calmed down and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me closer.
When we pulled apart, I realised we were both on my bed, our study notes everywhere. "What- what happened?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"You fell asleep around 10," he answered, "you kept shouting in your sleep and I couldn't wake you."
"What time is it now?" I panicked.
"hey, hey, calm down." Stiles kept repeating these words over and over to me but I wouldn't calm. Suddenly he pushed his lips against mine and I was calm. He pulled away after a few seconds. "I read once that holding your breathing stop a panic attack. So, when I kissed you, you held your breath." He said, mockingly. I remember saying those words to him the very first time we kissed. "Come here." He pulled me into his arms and we both lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
