Special Stydia Imagine

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Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry. I've been working on a bunch of cool things so just hold tight. :) Here is a special Stydia Imagine to tide you all over. I'm sorry if you don't ship Stydia!!
xx,
Claire




"Now you have to remember, Lydia," Melissa tells me before I walk into Stiles' hospital room. "he doesn't remember anyone. His memory may come back slowly or it may not come back at all and we have to be okay with that."

Tears started to pour from my eyes, thinking of the time when someone said those words to me.

"I know this is a bad time but, you have to remember. You have to remember me Stiles, you have to remember us. All the fun times we've had, all the struggles we've gotten through together."

Images of Allison dying as I sink into Stiles' chest pop into my head but I push them back.

"I'm sorry," he says. He probably thinks I'm crazy. I came in here crying, quoting his pickup lines, and trying to make him remember something that is already long forgotten. The thing he doesn't know is that I have a plan B.

"I don't remember," he says looking back down, angry with himself. "I want to but I... I just can't."

I walk over and sit on his bed, in front of him. I take his hands in mine and he looks up at me. I knew he would remember. I know he doesn't remember it entirely but he is remembering something. I scoot closer to him and he looks up at me, tears welling up in his eyes. It's working.

I slowly lean forward and press my lips against his. I move my hands to his cheeks. I've missed this feeling. The feeling of fireworks in my stomach. The feeling of pure happiness and passion. Seconds into the kiss he takes his hands to meet my face and I smile.

When we finally pull away, he leaves his hands on my face and he looks up at me. "Lydia," he says. I start to cry again trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

"You held you're breath," he says smiling.

Or this ending

When we finally pull away, he looks down at my shoulder, in deep concentration. He brings his slender hand up to the sleeve of my red T-shirt and pulls off one loose string.

He takes it in between his fingers and laughs.

"Stiles," I say worried. "What is it? Are you okay? Do you... remember anything?"

All hope I had about him recovering vanished in this second. Does he not remember?

"Red is unsolved," he says laughing again, tears falling from my eyes and his.

I sit there in shock for a second and wait for him to say something else.

"Strawberry blonde," he begins and I smile. "5' 3" with green eyes." He looks at me grinning his crooked grin.

"That's you. Lydia Martin, the smartest girl in Beacon Hills... and maybe even the world." I laugh and reach over to wrap my arms around his neck in the tightest hug I can manage.

"How did you know that kissing me would bring back my memory?" He asks me after minutes of silence.

"I didn't," I tell him honestly. "I just hoped." I look up at him still wrapped in his embrace. This is where I was meant to be.

"Plus," I say chuckling. "I read once that holding your breath can cure amnesia." We both laugh at my joke and I'm happy again.

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