Anchor ✵ stydia au

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I laid back into my bed. I never want to move. Don't make me. I can't move. I'm not capable of doing anything right now.

"Honey..." My mom knocked lightly on my door as she stepped inside.

I turned myself over and pulled the blankets up over me. I haven't talked to anyone since Allison left me. No one. I've become mute. I don't talk, go out, or do anything. Is there something wrong with me because I don't think there is.

I felt the foot of my bed start to weigh down as my mom sat. "Lydia, you need to get up. It's been 2 months of you lying in here becoming unknown to the entire world. You've had several visitors, including the most frequent one Stiles, who is blaming himself for this. You can't let him ruin himself over you."

Stiles was the most frequent?...

But I thought he hated me...

A tear slips down my already splotchy cheek. I sink deeper down into my blankets and pull them over my head.

As my mom finally leaves I grab my phone off my bedside table. I haven't looked at it in a while. I have over 100 notifications, over half of them either from Stiles or related to him. I click on a Facebook message from him.

STILES STILINSKI;
Lydia. I can't not see you... It's all my fault... I didn't mean to do this to you. I'm sorry. I just can't live without you. It's been two months and I've given you space but sooner or later my instincts will take over. I just... I'm sorry.

Seeing this brings fresh tears to my eyes. He can't blame himself for this it's not his fault.

I put my phone down and cry into my pillow. Why did I do this to him... I can't let him believe this... My eyes eventually drift closed and I fall asleep filled with guilt.

He'll never forgive me.

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Clank

Clank, clank

Clank, clank, clank, clank

I block out the annoying continuos noise.

Clank clank

Clank

I stand up and walk to my window. Why is someone throwing pebbles at my window this late at night?

As I look down my heart stops.

There stands Stiles. He looks up at me and says after a couple seconds, "Can I come in?" I nod slowly and close the window briskly. As I pad down my carpet stairs to my door, I ponder the several reasons he may be here...

I unlock the front door and open it quietly. He stands on my doorstep in a rugged red plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white short sleeves shirt. He's wearing worn jeans and his hair is ruffled just the right way.

I step back allowing him into the house, gesturing up my stairs. He nods and pads up softly and I follow. Once we reach my room I quietly sit in a chair by my window. He sits on the edge of my bed after closing my door as to not waking anyone up.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before he says hoarsely, "Hey..."

I look up at him and it reminds me of Allison. She set me up with him for the dance. I- I can't think of anything without a memory bringing up her soft smile that I'll never see again.

I look back down and start crying softly trying to be subtle but failing. Stiles stands up and quickly envelops me in a warm hug that I have needed for at least a month. I sob quietly into his shirt and just let it out. After a few minutes I realize what I'm doing and step away looking at his soaked shirt. My hand automatically reaches up to wipe my tears away but then I remember another thing.

'Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry'

I remember another thing that sends me back.

I shiver and walk back to my bed to grab a small blanket that I wrap around myself as I sit back down in the small chair. He walks over and sits next to me and hugs me again. He knows I don't want to talk. I just sit there letting him hug me until sleep soon envelops me into it's warm arms.

Or maybe Stiles' arms...

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Okay so I have two other books right now but tw is like literally my life so I couldn't resist making a stydia fanfic because they're my otp.

Xx typicalbish