Anchor

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Stiles POV

A million thoughts were going through my head. I couldn't hear myself think. I was somewhere dark, lost. My lip was bleeding and my head was pounding. Then the lights came on.

It was the Nostigune.

"Stiles....."

"Stiles. . . . ." the voice repeated.

I screamed. Tears rushing down my face.

"Stiles. . . . " He said again.

"Leave. me .alone." I shouted, between shaking breaths.

Lydia's POV

"Stiles! Stiles!"

It's okay, Its okay your safe." I repeated.

"I'm here. Stiles stop." I said panicking.

He was thrashing out on the couch, screaming, kicking.

Then his eyes fluttered open.

Breathing heavily. He tried to speak but no words came out. His hands were shaking and his heart was racing.

"I-I I th- hink I'm hav-ving a pan-." He said struggling.

"Panic attack." I interrupted.

He nodded. Still shaking.

I clasped my hands around his face. Looking into his caramel-colored eyes.

"Okay. Okay. Stiles, you have to calm down. Breath just breath."

I paused.

"Think of something happy, friends family."

He looked at me wide-eyed and breathing hard.

"OOohh, sorry not family.."

I had no other ideas.

I pulled him close to me. Our face inches apart.

I put his lips to mine. He was frozen for a second but then he kissed me back.

I pulled away.

"Th-thanks" he stuttered.

I just nodded. He stopped shaking.

"I love you Lydia."

I was kind of shocked at first. I didn't know what to say. I mean I knew I loved him. I stopped thinking.

"I love you too, Stiles."

He did that cute, little smirk he always does. He got so happy over the smallest things but this was important. I loved him. I was completely positive I loved Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles POV

I couldn't believe I said it. I wasn't even thinking. But I did love her. I always have since the 3rd grade. I leaned in close to her and whispered it again,

"I love you."

Before she could say anything back I kissed her with all my passion and all my heart. I've never loved anyone the way I love her.

For the rest of the morning we lied there in each others arms.

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