Teen wolf imagines

Stiles Stilinski | Not himself

Stiles_Lover

"Hey babe" you try to take your boyfriend's hand but he pulls away to fix his hair.

"Hi" he mumbles in response.

"You feeling okay?" you stop in front of him. He looks down at you, shaking his head.

"Let's skip the rest of the day. We can go to my house, watch Star wars? I'll even make you soup" you smile, leaning up to his cheek.

He pulls away "No Tiffany! Just leave me alone" he pushes past you, leaving you humiliated.

You tried your best to forget about Stiles for the next few days. If he wanted you to leave him alone then that's exactly what you will do. You focused on your school work and catching up with your friends. He would call 2 or 3 times a day, he left voicemails apologizing but you didn't want to hear it. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, if he wanted space he could have told you like an adult.

Almost a week later, you walked to your locker, headphones in. You shoved your sweater in the locker and felt a tap on your shoulder. You removed your headphones as you turned around to see Stiles. "Hello" you looked down at your feet.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't having a good day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you but I did. I'm sorry I yelled. Please don't ignore me anymore, I miss you" He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You could see the hurt in them.

"I was just trying to help. I don't like seeing you sick or upset" you wrap your arms around his waist, he rests his chin lightly on your head.

"I know, I'm sorry. Could we skip today? Go to my house, watch Star wars? I'll even make you soup" he smiles at you as you look up at him.

He kisses your forehead and you melt into his arms, "All is forgiven Stilinski. Now take me to a galaxy far far away"