Every Mile, A Memory

Chapter Four

Lydia skipped breakfast the next day. She knew she was being childish, but she wasn't sure she could handle being so close to Stiles after she had admitted to herself that yes, she had feelings for the boy she had only known for a few days. When Allison had come barreling into her room at around eleven o'clock last night and asked if she was okay, Lydia had lied and just said she had a headache and needed to sleep it off.

Allison had asked her why she didn't tell her that she was heading back up to the room. With which Lydia simply replied, that she was preoccupied on the dance floor and she didn't want to interrupt and that she couldn't find Stiles (she swears her voice hitches a little when she says his name) anywhere. So rather than ruin anyone's night she just headed out. Allison looked at her with an expression Lydia couldn't quite decipher, but in the end Ally just wrapped her in a hug.

After Allison questioned her for another ten minutes, Lydia wasn't lying anymore, her head really did hurt. Still Lydia didn't have it in her to tell her best friend about why she really left the bar early. She had only just admitted to herself that she was jealous over what had happened, she certainly wasn't about to admit it to Allison or anyone else for that matter. So after Ally left Lydia to sleep off her headache, Lydia inwardly cursed herself....again....for letting this boy get to her.

The rest of the week in London, dragged by in slow motion. Lydia acted and behaved normally around Stiles, except now she tried not to sneak in shy little glances. That proved to be harder than Lydia expected as Allison and Scott got closer as the week went on. So every tourist spot they went to Lydia was forced to walk with Stiles (or by herself when the brunette would steal him away) and the other two walked ahead with Scotts arm around Ally's shoulder, sharing stolen kisses.

Even after deciding that she wouldn't let Stiles and his eyes, or fingers get the better of her, she is still jealous of the brunette, Jessica, who has encroached herself and her friend (Maddie) into their little group. If Stiles notices anything off with Lydia, he doesn't say anything, which in Lydia's eyes means that she is pulling this off a lot better than she thought she would. That is until their second last night in London and they're all at a little pub just around the corner from the hotel.

Allison and Scott are once again tangled up in the corner of the booth they're all sharing. It's starting to make Lydia nauseous. Stiles is having some in depth conversation with Jessica and Maddie, well, she's not sure where the blonde girl is, but that leaves Lydia being the fifth wheel. She got Allisons attention and gestured to the patio doors, letting her friend know she was going to get some air. She didn't notice Stiles watching her as she walked away.

She walked through the doors and continued down to the little garden pond situated at the end of a cobblestone path. As she sits down on the wrought iron bench, she pulls out her cell phone and proceeds to scroll through her Facebook newsfeed. She was so engrossed in a video she was watching she didn't notice the person that sat down next to her. It wasn't until he spoke, that Lydia quickly looked up from her cell.

Then all her resolve about pushing down any attraction she had towards him was gone in an instant. He was just so fucking gorgeous. She inhaled sharply when those whiskey eyes she loved bore into her own. She felt the tip of her tongue run over her bottom lip as he smiled that lopsided grin, revealing a small dimple she hadn't noticed before. Her eyes flitted momentarily to his full lips that were begging to be kissed. Fuck!

"Hey." He said softly.

With Lydia's reply stuck in her throat she offered him a smile, at least she hopes it was a smile, instead. Then her heart dropped when the smile left his face. He ran his long fingers through his messy hair, a trait Lydia had noticed he does when he's nervous. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he wanted to say something, but didn't know how. Then he let out a small sigh, and settled her with a disheartened look, before speaking again.