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Closer (Void Stiles)

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"Bye Scott! Thanks for letting me come over and study!"

"Anytime (y/n)!" You got into your car and waved goodbye to Scott. You put your car into reverse and started driving back to your home.

Scott and you were friends. You guys met in science class your sophomore year, and have been in most of the same classes in your junior year also. Scott had always had a special place in tor heart, not so much romantically as it was friendly. You guys were best friends and quite honestly.. You felt connected to him and his friends.

All of them were good acquaintances and somehow.. You wish you were a part of Scott's group.

Your house wasn't a long drive away from Scott's so you were in your house in no time. You parked your car outside on the curb and noticed something strange.

Your room light was left on.

You remember clearly turning it off and your parents weren't home at the time. So nobody should be in the house.

Or so you thought.

With your curiosity inching, you walked up to the front door and slowly unlocked it, making sure not to make any noise.

You grabbed the baseball bat inside the closet under the stairs and began the quiet ascend up the stairs.

You got to the top and made a slight creak. You stopped walking for a couple seconds and listened to see if you could hear anything.

It was absolutely silent, so you continued walking to your room.

There was a crack in the door so you tried looking threw it.

You didn't see a thing.

You huffed out a breath of air and put the bat down at your side. You opened your door and started laughing to yourself.

"Ha.. Looks like I'm just parano-.."

You looked at the wall behind the door and saw something that took your breath away..

Pictures.

Pictures of yourself everywhere you had been in the past month or so.

And even a picture of you in Scott's room from tonight.

It also had a message taped to it that read..

"If you're reading this, I'm already closer than you think."

You dropped your bat and ran out your bedroom door.

"Help! Help! Anybody!" You started yelling, running down the stairs.

Then next thing you know, you felt your foot slip out from under you and your head hit a wooden stair.

You blacked out and let yourself fall the rest of the way.

•••••

"Ugh.." You slowly opened your eyes and noticed that you were somewhere familiar.

Were you in your bed?

You looked down and noticed your galaxy comforter that adorned your bed.

"It must've been a dream." You swung your feet over the side of your bed. You made your way over to the door and tried opening it..

But it was locked.

You started to jiggled it again, becoming more panicked by the second. Your closet door started opening and that's when you saw him.

"Stiles? What are you doing in my room?" You asked him.

"Oh, just admiring the way you sleep.." He replied. Stiles had purple bags under his eyes and that's what made you realize what had happened earlier.. Was not a dream.

Stiles had always been a crush of yours, starting all the way back to the first day of Freshman year. You always liked him, maybe even loved him. From his buzzed hair stage to now.

You could never tell if he had feelings for you or not. He would always wave at you or smile at you, but as soon as he talked to you.. He kinda fell apart. But now, he wasn't falling apart at all..

"Uh, how did you know where I lived?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Just followed my instincts."

He came closer to you and soon you were backed up next to a wall.

"Stiles, can you tell me what's going on here?" You said, feeling his hot breath on your face.

This was not the Stiles you knew, so you knew something was wrong.

"Stiles loves you y/n, he really does. He's such a nervous wreck, that he could never tell you that face to face like I am right now.."

You were on the verge of crying, completely freaked out by the way Stiles was running his hand down the side of your face.

"Shhh.." He cooed, "I'm not gonna hurt you, y/n.."

He grabbed the sides of my neck with both of his hands and connected both of our lips. It was like time stopped in that very moment. Stiles was actually kissing you... but then you felt something.

You broke away from the kiss and started coughing. You coughed and coughed until you could feel your breathing being cut off by the second. It was like something was lodged in your throat.

You fell down on the ground, holding your chest and looked up at Stiles to notice he was smiling.

"H-he-lpp.." You barely gasped.

Suddenly, your door flew open to reveal Scott, Lydia, and Derek running into the room, dragging Stiles away from you.

Lydia ran to your side and started to perform the Heimlich to unchoke you. Finally, you spit out what was choking you on the ground and picked it up.

It was a fly. Lydia quickly stuffed it in a weird cylinder box with some type of Gaelic writing on it. She then huffed a breath and looked at you.

"Y/n, we have a lot to explain to you.."