Soulmates

"Welcome back."

I sat in Stiles's room, waiting for him to get home from school. I sighed as I stood up and looked around the room. I smiled to myself. It hadn't changed a bit since I had left, perfectly representing Stiles. I wandered over to his desk and looked at it. I bit my lip to stop tears as photos of us were still on his desk. I picked one up, looking at the image of him kissing my cheek as I smiled at the camera. I bit my lip and put it down before spotting it. My eyes widened. I gulped as I picked up the letter that I had written to Stiles when I had left. I can't believe he kept this, I thought as I held the envelope in between my fingertips.

"What are you doing?" I whipped around and gulped as Stiles was stood at his bedroom door.

"Um, I was just looking around your room. It hasn't changed since I left." I chuckled slightly. He looked at the envelope in my fingers.

"I can't believe you kept this." I smiled slightly, holding up the envelope.

"Of course I did." He mumbled before walking in and tossing his bag down next to his bed. My smile dipped.

"Stiles." I spoke.

"What?" he sighed.

"When are you going to stop being mad at me?" I asked. He looked at me and squinted his eyes.

"I think I hold that right, considering what you've put me through." He nodded.

"Sorry, what I've put you through?" I scoffed. He looked at me.

"Yes, what you've put me through. Y/N, you come back after nine months, without a single freaking word and you expect everything to just be the same. But you know what? It's freaking not. The only thing that still remains is the fact I love you." He admitted. I choked.

"That's what made it so hard. The only way that I knew you weren't dead was the feeling I always have because of you. I can't count the number of nights I fell asleep crying, because all I wanted was to have you in my arms but I couldn't even have that. I didn't know where you were, I didn't know if you were okay, I knew nothing. I could do nothing. And I'm not sure if you've ever been in a situation where you can't do anything to help the one you love, but it freaking sucks. It kills another part of you each and every day." He choked, tears falling from his eyes. I returned his choke as I walked to him and cupped his cheek, making him look at me.

"I missed you every single day that you were gone. There wasn't a moment that you weren't in my head. I love you too much for that to have been even a possibility." He mumbled, looking down.

"But I'm back now, Stiles. I'm here, I'm alive, I'm okay. And I'm still in love with you." I admitted, making him look at me. I sighed before pressing our lips together. Stiles instantly kissed back, curling his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I deepened the kiss, just wanting to drown in his touch. Stiles broke the kiss for long enough to pull my top over my head before pulling his own T-shirt off. He joined our lips again before picking me up and carrying me over to his bed. He placed me down before crawling over me and joining our lips again. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and just looked down at me.

"What is it?" I mumbled, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed and shook his head.

"I've waited nine months for this." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. I gave him a small smile before joining our lips again. He returned the kiss before breaking it and starting to kiss down my neck, making me close my eyes.

I opened my eyes, but immediately squinted as sunlight shone through Stiles's windows. I rolled over and groaned as I buried my face in Stiles's chest, making him chuckle.

"Morning." He mumbled, looking down at me as he moved a strand of hair out of my face.

"Hey." I smiled, looking into the stunning whiskey eyes that I'd missed so much. He returned my smile before hooking a finger under my chin, raising my face so that he could kiss me. I smiled into it as I cupped his face.