Lydia
I wake up screaming and covered in sweat. Another nightmare. Stiles is hovering above me, panic in his eyes. I stop screaming when I realise where I am- his room.
"Oh god, are- are you okay? I've been trying to wake you for like, ten minutes now, you wouldn't wake. Are you- are you okay? What was it?" He says, his voice straining. I look around the room, still slightly panicking. Study notes are spread over the bedsheets. "You're okay, it's okay." He grabs me and pulls me into his chest and I let him. I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend the dream was just that, a dream.
"What happened?" I ask, my voice hoarse as I pull away from him to look at him.
He brushes the hair from my face, "You fell asleep around 10. After about half an hour you started screaming, and I couldn't wake you up. What's going on? Was it a vision?" I nod in response, scared to say anything more.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, but flashes of the dream come back to me.
"Calm down Lydia, you're okay, we will deal with it, okay? We'll deal with it." Stiles whispers.
I realise then that I'm hyperventilating, and before I know it, Stiles' lips are on mine and I stop breathing. He pulls back and I feel calmer.
"I read once, that holding your breath stops a panic attack, so, when I kissed you, you held your breath," he says, mockingly. I remember saying those words to him the very first time we kissed.
I look at him in the dim light of the room. His brown eyes staring into my soul, and I know then, that I'm safe, and what comes next, well that's what comes next, but for now, we are safe, I just don't know how long for.
