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Stiles x Jackson

Stiles P.O.V

I hated my birthday, and guess what, today is my birthday. Every since Jackson, my boyfriend, left for London I've been depressed because we would always spend my birthday together. I've gotten so depressed that I started cutting myself, and nobody knows about it. I've been doing it a lot lately because this day has been leading up and because my dad has been having late night shifts, so nobody will now.

Currently, I was sprawled out on my couch debating on whether or not I should do something today when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Go away!" I yelled.

Either this person didn't hear me or they just like being really another because I heard another ring.

"I said go away!" I yelled once more.

Another ring.

I groaned as I tiredly got up from the sofa and dragged myself to the door.

When I opened the door my jaw dropped. There stood Jackson, hands in his pocket, and a smile on his face.

"Jackson!" I yelled, practically jumping on him.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist as I wrapped my legs around his.

He set me down as I asked, "What're you doing here?"

"You didn't think I was gonna miss my boyfriends birthday, did you?" He said like it was obvious.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

When I pulled away k grabbed his hand and went to lead him inside but instead he pulled me the other way.

"Nope," He said pulling me into his chest, "We're not spending your birthday inside all day, I made plans."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yep come one," He answered.

Before I could process what was happening I was being dragged to his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he opened my door.

"You'll see now get in." He demanded.

I scoffed as I got into the car. He closed my door and walked over to the other side of his Porsche, getting into the drivers side seat.

A

s we started driving I asked, "Does everyone know you're back?"

"It was Scott's idea." He replied.

I sighed and said, "Of course It was."

Several minutes later he said, "We're almost there so close your eyes."

I was about to protest but I knew I wouldn't win so I closed my eyes.

About a minute later we came to a stop and heard Jackson get out. Seconds later my door was opened and Jackson helped me out.

He closed my door after I exited the car and started walking forwards.

"You better not be leading me into the woods to kill me." I joked.

"Just walk." He said as we continued to move forward.

As we stopped I heard a door open and then we walked in.

We turned and started to walk up a flight of stairs.

"Are we in the loft?" I asked.

"Just shut up and walk." He said.

"I'll take that as a yes." I replied.

Soon we reached the top and Jackson stopped me from walking any further.

I another door open and he then said, "Okay open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and blinked a couple times to let my vision a just and then looked forward.

I looked up and saw a bunch of fairy light plastered on the ceiling of the loft making it look like a galaxy.

I then looked towards the couch and saw a tv set up with a bunch of movies and snacks.

"You did all this?" I asked.

"Kira helped me with the lights." He admitted.

He started to walk over to the couch as he continued, "I wanted to make it look like space because we are watching......" he picked my a stack of movies and said, "Every star wars movie."

I laughed and said, "You can read my mind sometimes."

"I am you're mate after all." He replied.

Did I forget to mention that part to you? Well now you know. Surprise!

We both sat down on the couch and he put in the very first movie.

As it began I placed a bowl of popcorn in my lap as Jackson wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side.

...

By the end of the fourth movie my legs were laid over Jackson's lap as both of his arms were snaked over my waist and my head rested on his shoulder.

As the fifth movie began I felt one of Jackson's hands slid up my arm. I didn't think anything of my cuts and kept my eyes glued to the screen.

"Stiles?" Jackson suddenly asked.

"Yeah?" I asked turning to look at him.

"Why are there scars on your wrists?" He questioned.

I opened my mouth to try and fool him with an excuse but nothing came out.

"Stiles," Jackson repeated as I looked down, "Have you been cutting yourself?"

"Its started a couple days after you left," I confessed quietly, "I started to get depressed when you weren't around."

He placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head up.

"I'm so sorry," He apologized, "I should have never left."

I felt a tear leave my eye as I buried my head into the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly.

"I'm never leaving again....." He whispered into my ear.

I pulled away so I could look him in the eyes and said, "You're staying?"

He wiped my stray tear away answered, "Why would I leave?"

The biggest smile you could imagine spread across my face as I leaned down and kissed him.

The rest of the night we watched movies until we fell asleep, leaving all the snacks and drinks out.

Have fun cleaning that up Derek.