dylan o'brien imagines

sick | stiles

Throughout the day at school you were missing something, your best friend. Stiles didn't show up to any of his lessons and didn't reply to anyone's texts which was weird. For some reason you felt like part of yourself was missing, usually he sat next to you in every class and just his presence made you feel good inside.

You took it upon yourself to visit his house after school, you knocked on the door but no one seemed to answer so you turned the door handle and it opened, you walked inside and looked around at the familiar house you spent a lot of your free time in.

"Stiles?" You asked out loud, you heard a groan from upstairs and you immediately ran up the stair case leading to the second floor. You knocked on his bedroom door before going inside, the door creaked when you opened it and in front of you was Stiles laying underneath the blue, plaid duvet on his bed.

His eyes darted towards you as he heard you come in, he tried to sit up but he didn't look like he had the strength to, "y/n?" He croaked.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" You walked over to his bed and knelt besides him.

"Yep! I'm good!" He tried to sound convincing but his voice sounded weak.

"You're sick," You sighed, "why didn't you tell me? I could've come sooner and looked after you."

"I'm not sick," he frowned, "you'd skip school to look after me?" He asked quietly.

"Of course," You smiled softly, "I know what'll cheer you up." You walked over to his desk and grabbed his mac book and a star wars dvd from his stack of movies and walked back over to his bed and climbed in besides him and pulled the duvet over you.

"You really shouldn't do that, y/n." He croaked.

"But you're not sick, remember?" You chuckled, opening his laptop and inserting the disc.

Stiles smiled slightly as you set up the film, "thanks, y/n." He said quietly.

The film started and you snuggled closer to Stiles, even though he was sick it didn't matter to you that much. When it finished Stiles reached over and closed the lid of the laptop and placed it on the side table next to his bed.

"Y/n?" He asked slowly.

"Mm?" You mumbled.

He rolled over onto his side and sighed as he looked up at you, "thank you for coming... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was embarrassed."

"Why would you be embarrassed? we all get sick, Stiles." You smiled as his honey, brown eyes gazed into yours.

"I have a feeling I'm going to have to look after you when you catch my illness." He sighed.

You giggled whilst he frowned, "at least we can look after each other." You suggested.

You watched as his eyes flickered over your face, "what is it, Stiles?"

"I was just admiring how beautiful you are," He smiled, "and I was thinking about how I'd kiss you right now if I weren't so sick." He said quietly but you heard him.

Your heart fluttered, "you know... I felt like a part of me was missing today, my other half... and I realised that my feelings for you are more than friends should feel for their friends." You confessed as you turned to lay on your side.

"That's good... because I was thinking about how much I missed you... your body next to mine." A blush crept onto his cheeks as he spoke.

You scooted closer to him and now your bodies were almost touching, "close enough?" You teased.

"Not really," A small smirk spread across his lips, he moved slightly closer and his chest was touching yours, "that's better."

You smiled as you saw Stiles try to hide a yawn, "are you tired?"

"Not at all." He said drowsily as his eyes started to flutter closed.

You smiled as his chest started to rise and fall slowly, showing that he'd fallen asleep. You smiled, rolling over to lay on your back, soon Stiles moved closer to you and lay his head on your shoulder, he snivelled slightly and you felt sympathy for him as you knew how much he hated being sick.

Suddenly he woke up, "what happened?" He asked startled.

"You fell asleep, silly." You chuckled softly.

"Oh." He moved his head from your shoulder.

"It's okay, you need to sleep, Stiles." You started to sit up and get ready to leave but Stiles reached out and touched your arm.

"Please stay." He croaked.

You looked back at him and he pleaded with his eyes, "okay." You lay back down and Stiles wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes.

"I love you, y/n." He mumbled sleepily.

"I love too, Stiles." You whispered as you looked down at him sleeping peacefully.

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