Missing Styles
Chapter 1
It killed her. Seeing them together killed her. Lydia felt her heart being ripped from her insides over and over again at the sight of Styles being near that she-coyote. What was it about her anyways? She was uncivilized, uneducated and so unlike Lydia. She was nothing like Lydia.
Yet, Styles was all over that like whipped cream on a sundae.
Not that she was jealous, definitely not. Lydia was just being protective of Styles. He always had a crush on her, which she always found both charming and annoying, but she never reciprocated those feelings. It was Styles for crying out loud, and she was Lydia. She was way out of his league.
Regardless, Styles was her friend and she wasn't about to let him be seduced by some wild chick who had no manners whatsoever. This was a matter of friendship that's all, just looking out for her dorky, yet adorable, friend.
But then, why did it have to hurt so much? Why did she feel like letting out one of her banshee screams every time she saw them together? Why did it bug her so much when she really didn't see him that way?
Did she?
The school bell rang taking Lydia out of her, rather insane, thoughts and back to reality, high school math. She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a sigh. She had spent the whole class period thinking about Styles.
What the fuck was wrong with the world? This was coming from a banshee, who happened to be friends with a werewolf and a kitsune. Lydia could live with all that but, liking Styles? That's was a whole different ball game.
"How do you understand this stuff?" Malia asked picking up her books and walking towards Lydia's desk. Seriously, Math is like Chinese to me. I just don't get it."
Was this girl downright stupid? What's not to get? Just substitute x with y and get the value and cross multiply to get the result. That's it. Ugh, she probably would have to go over that with Malia three more times for her to get it.
Seriously, what does Styles see in her?
"You'll get it soon enough, sweetie," she said, trying her best to sound sincere and not annoyed like she was. "Give it time."
"Yeah, I guess. Have you seen Styles? He's supposed to take me bowling today," Malia said looking over Lydia's head towards the hall in search of him.
What? They're going bowling now? Lydia, you don't care, remember? Get a grip.
"Why should I know? It's not like I keep a GPS on him or something," she said standing up and walking away, her tone coming off more snarky than she meant it to. "Probably off with Scott, trying to figure out how to kill that new monster thing. Anyways, I have to get to class. See you later."
She walked out of the room without letting Malia say anything. What if she sounded jealous or upset? She wasn't about to stand there any more than she needed to. She needed fresh air.
Lydia speed walked all the way to the bleachers outside and lied down on her back. The sun was blasting on her face, so she used her left hand to cover her eyes and her other hand as a pillow.
Skipping class wasn't her thing, ever. She had perfect grades since she started school and she was, admittedly, a genius. But even geniuses have moments of insanity and this one was hers.
That wild chick had to come and ruin everything. She had some serious audacity making her question her sanity that way. Styles was just her friend. A friend she knew since grade school.
He was also the sweetest guy she had ever met. A smile crept across her face when she remembered that big box he brought her once for her birthday. She didn't even care to open it. She felt so foolish now. She remembered her mind and heart being taken by Jackson, a gorgeous yet arrogant piece of shit who broke her heart as if it was a sport.
But not Styles, he sat in the sidelines waiting for Lydia to look his way yet, she never did. She never saw him. Lydia moved her fingers to her lips and closed her eyes. Her mind took her to the time she kissed him. It lasted just a few seconds but it confused the hell out of her ever since.
He was having a panic attack brought on by fears of losing his father and Lydia did the only thing she could think of that could keep his mind off from the panic he was feeling- she kissed him.
Styles immediately relaxed and she held on a little longer than she intended. When she opened her eyes, a very confused Styles was looking at her and then said thanks. She quickly explained that she read somewhere that you have to distract the person who's having the panic attack. He nodded and that was that.
Except it wasn't.
Lydia kept replaying that moment months after it happened. Mostly, she was able to put it in the back of her head but since Malia arrived, Styles had been, against her will, a constant in her brain. As much as she had tried to fight it, he, and his tousled black hair, kept haunting her. Now that he was with Malia, she missed him.
"Ahhhh," she yelled as she kicked the bleachers making a loud bang. "This can't be happening. It can't. Lydia, get a hold of yourself. This is not happening." She kept kicking louder and louder. She resembled a five-year old kid throwing a tantrum.
"What can't be happening?" A voice asked from Lydia's side. She opened up her eyes and looked down at the shoes. She immediately recognized the worn out sneakers. She tilted her head up, and while the sun was blinding her, she could make out his face. She noticed his perfectly symmetrical jaw line and his piercing brown eyes. She smiled dreamily.
Lydia jumped and sat up as quickly as she could after realizing she stayed there like an idiot looking at him.
"Styles, w-what are you doing here?" She stammered while she was fixing her blouse.
"I was looking for you. Malia told me you were acting weird, so I wanted to check up on you. Scott saw you coming this way."
"You were worried about me?" She asked, while having this warm feeling in her stomach. Styles might still care about her.
"Of course, are you having a bad feeling? Or did you have a vision? Should I warn Scott?"
Oh, right, he's worried about the entire population. Here I was thinking it might have been just me.
Her face fell a little, but she fixed herself back up without Styles noticing her disappointment. He could be so oblivious sometimes and thank goodness for that.
"Oh! No, no. It's fine. Everything it's fine. I'm fine. No visions or feelings. Just fine," She said giving him a half smile while looking down at her new sandals.
"Lydia, you do realize I've known you since we were kids, right?" he said sitting down next to her. "Besides you said fine like 50 times. That means you're definitely not fine."
She chuckled as she looked up at him. Styles made her feel so comfortable, so safe.
"It wasn't 50 times, you moron. But yeah, I guess I'm not fine. Don't worry, though, nothing supernatural, just normal, teenage stuff."
"Boy troubles, huh? But you're Lydia. You can have anyone you want."
"Ha! Not everyone, I guess," she said while playing with a loose strand of hair in front of her face.
"Then he's fucking retarded," he said, giving her a sincere smile that made her wish she could just tell him she might, possibly, be in love with him.
"Nope, he's just oblivious. He has no idea the effect he's been having on me as of late." She looked him in the eyes this time hoping he could read in her eyes what she couldn't bring herself to say.
"Then just tell him, Lydia. He'll never know if you don't say anything. Besides, he might feel the same way and be going through the same thing you are right now."
"I-I can't. Styles, I'm scared. I don't understand what I'm feeling or what's happening to me. All I know is that he's all I think about and seeing him with another girl is torture."
Styles nodded, understanding. But, as soon as he heard the last sentence he stood up and raised his eyebrows. He looked surprised and shocked.
"Oh...my...God…Lydia, I-I had no idea," he said scratching his neck.
Shit, he knows. Crap. Crap. Well, might as well tell him. It's now or never, Lydia. Show your heart to him.
"I meant to tell you, I did. It's just hard for me –"
"It's okay. I understand how that is." He started pacing back and forth as if he was thinking about what to do. "Why don't you tell Scott? I mean, it seems like he has a thing with Kira but it's worth a try."
Now it was Lydia's turn to jump up.
"Wait, what? Why would I tell Scott?"
"Well, if you have feelings for Scott you should tell him. Don't you think?"
Oh, crap. He IS retarded.
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Will Styles finally catch on or will Lydia tell him? How does he feel about her? Stay tuned!
PS: Teen Wolf, sadly, doesn't belong to me and neither does Dylan O'Brien (although in my dreams he does).
Let me know what you think I literally just wrote it so I haven't had time to proofread it. I'll be working on chapter 2 soon.
