Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Midnight Surprise-Stiles Stilinski

Stiles's POV

I woke up to the sounds of someone jiggling my window. I sat up and turned around. I had to squint to make out the silhouette of my best friend.

"Y/N?" I asked as she crawled in through the window. "What. . . What are you doing here?"

"I ummm. . . I thought. . . I didn't. . ." She stuttered as I reached over and turned the light on. I turned back towards her, starting to get out of bed, but froze when I saw the bruise forming on her cheek.

"What the hell happened to you?" I yelled as I jumped up and ran over to her. The second my hands touched her arms, she flinched. I looked at the pained expression on her face before gently taking off her paper-thin cardigan.

My breath got caught in my throat when I saw the bruises, up and down her arms. "What happened to you?" I asked under my breath as I resisted the urge to touch the bruises.

I looked up when she didn't answer. My heart sank when she refused to look at me. "Y/N, who did this to you?"

She opened and closed her mouth as tears started to stream down her cheeks. "No," I gasped when I figured out exactly who would do this to her.

Her boyfriend.

I gasped as she closed the gap between us and buried her face into my chest as a sob escaped her lips. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist. My heart sank with every sob that escaped her lips.

"Come on," I whispered. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head before I pulled away and led her over to my bed. I had her sit on the edge as I turned and grabbed a pair of my sweats and my lacrosse hoodie.

"Why don't you change into this? Then we'll talk," I said softly as I handed the clothes to her. She slowly took them from me and stood up.

She was about to leave and head to the bathroom, but I stopped her. "You can change in here. I'll go get us some snacks." When she nodded, I started to leave the room. I stopped at the door and turned towards my scared friend.

"Hey," I said softly, making her look at me. "It's going to be okay." I felt my heart skip a beat as she sent me a small smile.

* * * * *

With two sodas and a bag of chips in my hands I hesitantly knocked on the door. "You can come in, Stiles." I heard Y/N laugh.

I opened the door and saw her sitting crisscrossed on my bed, playing with the string of my hoodie. I walked over to her and handed her a soda before sitting next to her. We opened our sodas in silence. I looked over at her as she took a small sip and hesitated to start the conversation.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, gently.

She took another small sip before finally speaking up. "I've never seen him that angry," she said under her breath, not looking away from the soda can in her hand. "We had decided to get something to eat after school. After we ate, we went to his house to study. The second we got there, he snuck a beer from his dad's stash. I asked him not to drink, but. . ."

"That just made him drink more," I finished for her. She nodded as the tears started to stream down her cheeks.

"Before I knew it, he had four beers. He usually stops at two. . . He was so angry," she said as she tried to cover a sob. I grabbed her soda from her shaking hands and put hers and mine on my bedside table before pulling her into my chest.

"Why was he angry?" I whispered, gently rubbing circles on her back.

"Because. . . He doesn't. . . He doesn't like when I hang out with you. . . And Scott, but. . . But mostly you," she said between sobs.