GENESIS
[ BOOK FIVE ] COMPLETED
It's been seven years since Harper Verum had fought beside her pack in a supernatural battle, and three years since she'd last stepped foot in Beacon Hills.
However, when Scott McCall and Allison Argent send out invi...
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( song of the chapter ! )
suburban wonderland- BETWEEN FRIENDS
"days and nights they always change but you and i just stay the same it's our suburban wonderland."
Harper woke up the next morning and almost jumped out of her skin when she realised she had no clue where she was. As soon as her hand touched the mattress beneath her, everything came flooding back all at once. She blinked as she looked around the room of the apartment she was supposedly renting with Lydia, wondering how the hell all of this had happened to her.
It had taken her hours to sleep last night, which was rather understandable. In Harper's world, she'd never slept anywhere but her own bed in her grandmother's home- unless it was a sleepover. When she didn't get to go back to her home and walk straight into her grandmother's arms, she found herself grieving the woman's death nine years later.
"Harper?" The brunette heard a knock at the door, causing her to glance towards it and release a small hum.
Lydia pushed it open, sending the teenage girl a warm smile as she brought in a mug of coffee. Harper smiled back nervously from where she sat at the vanity, fiddling about with all the expensive makeup that apparently future-her could afford. The strawberry blonde set it down by her stuff and looked at her through the mirror.
"How are you feeling?" She asked softly.
"Um, better than last night," Harper spoke honestly, scratching her wrist. "This is just a lot to take in."
"We get it," Lydia nodded, "We promise everything will go back to normal soon, though."
Harper replied with a small nod back, her fingers absentmindedly touching everything within reach. The Banshee hadn't even noticed how clumsy and touchy they all were as teenagers until she saw Harper like this. At least it was her that Kate aged-down and not Stiles, she guessed.
Just as Lydia was about to leave, she felt a smaller hand clasp around her wrist and pull her back a little. Her green eyes widened slightly in surprise and she sent Harper another smile.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?" Harper murmured anxiously.
"Yeah, of course," Lydia spoke eagerly, the thought of getting Harper to trust her nearly overwhelming as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Anything."
"This might make me sound like just some stupid teenager," she rubbed her own arm. "But Stiles and I... Are we, like, the real thing?"
Well, Lydia definitely wasn't expecting that. She thought maybe Harper would ask about her grandmother, or perhaps what their senior year was like, what they did after graduation... Anything else other than Stiles Stilinski. But she guessed it made sense. She was a teenager in love.
