Realized

Realize (2)

This starts off when Lydia goes to the hospital. Go to the first one if you haven't read it. 

Third Person P.O.V. 

Lydia had just arrived at the hospital, her heart pounding, and tears everywhere on her face. Lydia wanted to believe that they mistaken the person who they thought was Stiles. She wanted nothing but for Stiles to just be safe and home. 

She didn't want to go to the hospital, but once she reached the waiting room, and found all of her friends in it with sad eyes. She knew it wasn't another guy, it was Stiles. She dropped to her knees, and cried. 

Allison got up and helped her best friend up, and lead her to the seat next to her. 

For what seemed like years, maybe centuries, but was actually hours, before they got news on Stiles' condition. 

Lydia didn't like waiting, and it made her think. And thinking was never good. 

She thought about all the times Stiles came over to her house, just because she had a nightmare. Or the time that he had beaten up this guy, because he had smacked her butt. Or the time where he went over board, and bought her such an expensive gift. Or the times when Stiles would watch the Notebook with her. 

She thought about all those things, and it brought more tears in her eyes. She could have lost Stiles, and her world would be filled with none of those things. 

And at that moment Lydia realized that Stiles was the one. She didn't want to be just friends, she wanted something more. She wanted Stiles to be her boyfriend. 

Why had she been so stupid and not realize this before the accident. He could be in that surgery room, and dying knowing that they were just friends? 

Why?

"Stiles Stilinski?" Lydia heard the name and got up, almost getting whiplash. 

"Yes, I'm his father." The Sheriff said, getting up and walking to the doctor. 

"Well, you're son was in bad condition, but thankfully he came in just time or he would have been a goner. But Stiles is breathing fine, and is still alive. You can visit him if you want." 

The group of people went into Stiles' room one by one. The Sheriff went first, then Scott, then Allison. And it went like that until it was just Lydia. 

She was the last to go out of all of them. She wanted to prepare the words she would say to Stiles. 

Lydia walked to the room that Stiles was in, and took a deep breath. 

"You can do this Lydia." She said to herself. 

But as soon as Lydia went into the room, and was met with soft brown orbs, all the words she prepared were gone. Her eyes were tearing up again. Lydia ran to him, and hugged him with full force. She was afraid if she let go, he would go away again, but she had to because Stiles couldn't breathe. 

Once Lydia backed off of Stiles, she looked at him, and said,"I love you." 

Stiles couldn't respond back, before Lydia kissed him. Their lips were together, and moving in sync. Lydia melted into the kiss, and didn't want to stop. She wanted this moment to last. 

When they broke apart slowly, there foreheads were touching.

"Please don't scare me like that again." Lydia said in a whisper. 

"I won't. Never again."