Inspired by; Falling (Harry Styles) 🥰
Singer!Derek
It had been 3 months since the fight that ended their relationship.
While Stiles was out drowning his sorrows in a bar filled with nobody's, Derek was writing songs. A lot of them. They all just ended up in the trash can anyway. They weren't good enough. Just like him.
He had a concert tomorrow. The first time he'll be showing his face. He's been using a stage name and so far only a select few people know who he is. Those people being his manager Erica Reyes and her boyfriend Vernon Boyd (Though he just goes by Boyd). He was supposed to sing a new song at the show and he had to write anything worthy of singing.
Ever since the breakup he had been throwing himself into his work, trying to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn't completely break down when thinking of what, or rather who he lost.
~~FlashBack~~
Derek walked through the door to his boyfriends apartment to see Stiles passed out on the couch, his glasses sitting crooked atop his nose.
Derek smiles to himself and carefully walked over to the sleeping man. He gently plucked the glasses from his face and set them on the coffee table. He hooked one of his arms under Stiles' knees and the other under his shoulders.
He picked Stiles up trying his best to not wake the sleeping beauty. As he silently walked towards Stiles' room he took the time to admire his boyfriends features.
From his cute upturned nose, to the constellation of small moles dotting his pale skin.
Once Derek arrived in the room he placed Stiles down on his soft bed, untucking the blankets and draping them over his lithe body. He placed a kiss on his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed to run his hands through Stiles' brown hair. He let his hands drag down Stiles chest, slipping under his shirt. They drifted up around his shoulders letting his fingers glide against the delicate skin of his lover. He let his hands dip under Stiles' waist, feeling his defined curves.
"Get your hands off me."
Derek looked up abruptly to see Stiles staring back at him with venom in his eyes. He slowly removed his hands from under the mans shirt.
"Do not touch me."
The absolute hatred in his voice sent a shock through Dereks body. What the hell?
"What's wrong?"
Stiles shot up and scooted to the other side of the bed, away from Derek.
"I want you to pack your things and get out of my apartment."
Stiles' voice was oddly calm but his eyes were shining with unshed tears.
"Stiles. What are you talking about?"
Derek turned his body around to look at his boyfriend.
"I said pack your stuff and leave. We're done."
Derek looked at him in utter disbelief. They were perfectly fine yesterday. He didn't understand what was going on.
"No. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on."
Stiles stood up abruptly and wiped at the tears that had started sliding down his cheeks.
"Cut the act Derek. I know you're cheating on me!"
Derek stood up off the bed his head swimming.
"What? I would never cheat on you Stiles, what the hell?"
