Derek hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships. He is broken and he has yet to realize his worth. Sometimes we need to see ourselves from the eyes of the people we love to know we matter. It's about finding the strength to be...
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Derek POV
Before I know it, time is flying by and Stiles is starting school, joining pack meetings and just overall winning everyone over even me.
What we are still isn't labelled, but I am starting to feel like I want to commit to him.
I really wanted to surprise him so I've been having Isaac help me with the logistics. My plan is to ask him on Halloween. I mean come on I am a supernatural being, Halloween is my jam.
Isaac is helping me decorate the backyard and everyone is coming by for a party.
My wolf is excited. I am excited.
I know my pack is ready for it to be over though because they've been getting constant waves of nervousness all week.
This is a big step for me and I know it's something Stiles has been wanting for a while, and he has been so sweet and so patient. I really could not see myself without him in my life.
I wake up early, it's Halloween and I'm having an anxiety attack.
Fuck...
This is not how I am wanting to start my day.
I'm starting to feel sick, I am shaking, and it's hard to walk as I make my way to the bathroom. Next thing I know I am throwing up.
Fuck...
I need to calm down. I am sitting on the bathroom floor, head resting on the toilet seat. I am trying to control my breathing.
Why am I such a baby?
I am slowly getting in control. I check my clock it's 8am. I wonder if Stiles is awake.
I decide to call, because I know if I tell him I had an attack he will want to talk anyway.
The problem is I can't really tell him the problem because I am positive it has to do with tonight.
"Hello." Stiles answers sleepily.
"Oh shit, I woke you, up didn't I?" I ask feeling guilty.
"No, it's ok. Are you alright?" Stiles asks, worry in his voice.
"I...I had an anxiety attack." I say.
"Oh Der! I am coming over!" He announces.
"Stiles, you really do not have to. I am ok. I know you have school and everything." I say
"Derek, I am coming over. Do not sass me!" Stiles says.
I know Stiles was stubborn and there was no use in arguing with him.
"Ok,babe see you in a few." I say.
I hear him laugh as we hang up.
I decide to get comfortable on the couch. 15 minutes later Stiles is walking through the door with coffee and donuts. I can't help but smile.
I move to help him and he gives me a death glare which makes me laugh.
"Ok, Ok Papa Stiles I'll stay here." I say as I raise my hands in defeat.
Stiles laughs.
Stiles is always protective of me, you would think it was the other way around, but Stiles doesn't need saving, I do.
He sets the coffee and donuts on the table in the living room, as well as his laptop bag. I can see he's planning to stay all day and I am overjoyed and also feel a little guilty that Stiles just reorganized his morning for me.
I sit up on the couch making room for Stiles to sit next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder. He pulls me in a hug.
"I got you sour wolf." He says.
"You always do." I say.
We sit like that for a bit drinking coffee and nibbling on donuts. My stomach is still a bit upset so I'm trying to eat slow. Stiles watching me like a hawk.
"Want to tell me what happened this morning?" He asks concern in his voice.
My heart is breaking I am going to have to lie to Stiles, I know it's not a big deal and it's for his benefit because I want to surprise him but I still hate it.
"Just had a bad dream, pretty sure it triggered it." I say trying not to look in his eyes.
He seems to accept that answer, not like it hasn't happened that way before.
Stiles POV
Derek's calling me, I am still half asleep. I answer he tells me he's had an anxiety attack and I am wide awake. After we hang up the phone, I get dressed in a hurry. Naturally I just decide that I am going to be at Derek's for the day and begin to pack my laptop. The past week we've been kind of seeing each other in passing so I am kind of thankful for the excuse to be with him. We've both been busy. I am studying my ass off as well as working out like twice a day. It's whooping my ass. Derek and I usually spend nights together, but I've been so exhausted that I am usually just collapsing in bed. I am heading to the front door.
"Stiles are you ok?" Peter asks. He standing in the kitchen in pajama pants and bunny slippers sipping a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, Derek had an anxiety attack so I am heading over to make sure he is ok." I say as I look at his bunny slippers.
"Ah, I am sure he is alright he been dealing with that for a while but better to be safe about it and check on him. Stiles I am aware that I have bunny slippers on. Go!" Peter says.
We both are laughing as I exit the house.
On the ride there I decide to get coffee and donuts, Derek likes the ones with bacon on top. I get a dozen of those, because why not.
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Besides studying for school I've been researching stuff to help Derek; I think that he is suffering from PTSD. Post-traumatic stress disorder happens when you experience something very terrible in your life. Derek lost his whole family in that fire, and the person who did it was someone he thought he loved. It's understandable to be in pain over it.
I wonder what actually happened to Kate.
I never ask because I know it hurts Derek.
I am pulling up to Derek's now.
I wish that I could call him mine, and be there in his life more than a friend.
I am being patient, but can you really blame me for wanting this.
