Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I Just Needed To See You

I jump awake, startled by my phones ringer. I slowly grab it and blink, trying to focus my eyes to see who's calling. I realized that was no use so I decide to answer it anyway. I've learned you can't really ignore calls in Beacon Hills, especially if you're in Scott's pack.

"Hello?" I quietly ask, rubbing my tired eyes.

"Hey, are you home?" I recognize the voice.

"Yeah, of course I am, Stiles. It's like three in the morning." I hear a sniffle and I sit up quickly, now wide awake. "Are you here?"

"Y-yeah. Sorry, I shouldn't be. I'm going back home-"

I get out of bed and throw on a hoodie. "No, it's okay. I'm coming."

Normally, I would tell him to go home. But lately, dealing with all this supernatural crap, I think it's best for everyone in the pack to talk things out. We're teenagers, we shouldn't be dealing with this. We should be dealing with studying and applying to certain colleges, not chasing down Dread Doctors.

I quietly make my way to the front of my house and unlock the door. I open it and see Stiles, sitting on the steps with his back towards me. My lips turn down into a frown and I shut the door behind me. I take a seat next to him.

It's silent for a few seconds, other than the sound of crickets and occasionally the trees rustling in the wind.

"I'm sorry." I hear Stiles say.

I fury my eyebrows in confusion. "For what?"

He plays with his fingers. "For waking you up."

I shrug. "It's fine." I turn my attention towards his face and watch as a tear falls. "You know I'm here for you, right?" I say quietly.

For as long as I've known Stiles, I know he doesn't like to show his emotions, at least not to me. The couple times he has, he's immediately apologized and acted like it didn't happen. I know he likes to prove that he's strong and such but I wish he'd realize he doesn't have to prove anything.

Stiles looks over at me. His lip trembles and my heart breaks. I quickly wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. He nuzzles into my neck.

After a couple seconds, he pulls away and wipes his face. I give him a reassuring smile.

"I had a dream-" He takes a deep breath. "-about my mom." I frown once again. He clears his throat. "She was on a hospital bed and I was in the chair next to her. When she woke up, she started screaming that everything was my fault and then she just died." I look down and watch as his fist clenches, like he's stopping himself from crying. "Just... like that. And then I ran out and literally ran into you." He looks over at me. "You were covered in scratches and-and bites. I just-" He sighs again. "I just had to see you. Make sure you're okay."

I take his hand. "I'm okay." I reassure him. He nods slowly before resting his head on my shoulder. I run my hands through his hair, trying to calm him.

"Have you had these 'dreams' before?" I ask.

"Yeah. Almost every night." He whispers.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He doesn't say anything. "I know you haven't been normal lately, I think... I think you should talk to Melissa." I say, worried he'll take it the wrong way and never speak to me again. My worry for this washes away when I hear him say a soft 'okay'.

I do so many sad and angsty imagines omg
I'll try to write more happy and uplifting ones ahah
Anyway, request if you want :)

<Hails <3