Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

There can be miracles....

Ello. I feel like blugh right now so I'm not gonna write much 4 author's note. Enjoy!....or whatever. *sigh*

Liam's P.O.V.

There's a knock on the door and I open it to see Stiles.

"Knock knock. Roommate approaching!" He says cheerfully.

He walks in and I shut the door behind him, a big frown on my face.

"Why so glum chum?" He asks, plopping onto the bed.

I sigh. "No reason. I guess I really don't know why,"

He smiles. "Well then, dinner's in 10 so best be ready,"

I smile back as he goes to get his stuff settled.

He kicks off his shoes and jumps onto the bed. "Ugh! I'm so tired," He yawns.

"Well too bad cause we still need to eat din-"

He grabs my arm and yanks me down onto the bed with him.

The shock takes over and I'm practically frozen as I'm yanked down voluntarily.

I land half on top of him half not and my cheeks flush of color.

He looks at me with his big, brown, adorable eyes and smiles slightly. "Please?"

"Well I mean I'm not really that hungry," I say with a shiver.

He gets himself comfortable on his bed, closing his eyes.

"Good," He practically breathed it out.

"Okay," I nod. I get off of his bed, kick off my shoes, and climb into mine.

I smile.

Eating is overrated anyway.

A few 'who the hell knows how many hours' later, I woke up looking into pure daylight.

I go into the bathroom and get ready. I put a towel around my waist once I'm done then think.

If Stiles is awake, that would be bad. So I put on the bottom half of my clothing and walk out.

I walk over to my bed and search for my shirt. I crawl onto the bed and look over the edge closest to the wall.

God, where the hell is my shirt? I swear to God if Stiles wakes up-

I hear a ruffling coming from Stiles' bed and shock takes over....again. My hand slips off the side of the bed and I fall to the ground, hitting my head in the process.

"Ow!" I whine.

"Need help?" I scream as I hear the sudden outbreak of noise.

Stiles apparently woke up and heard my whining. He was on my bed looking at me from above.

"Morning handsome," He smiles and my cheeks flush. He reaches a hand out and I take it, pulling myself up.

Or trying before Stiles' wimpy arms gave out and he fell.

On top. Of me.

His nose is touching mine as he breathes heavily and so do I.....

In the same rhythm.

As one.

I can't do this.

"Sorry," I mutter.

I try to get up but Stiles doesn't budge. So I just lay there, frozen. As Stiles just stares at me.

I feel his hands move lower, lower, lower until....

He pushes himself up off of me ad helps me up. I get up using my own strength this time.