This is a prompt from hopetaringandu for a nine sentence drabble: I always secretly loved you stiles you didn't realize.
Bit AU, in the last episode Scott and Kira leave Lydia alone with Stiles after he faints to go check on their friends outside.
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Lydia sat on her knees, Stiles' pale head in her lap, lightly stroking his hair just to keep her hands busy; she needed to keep busy or else she would start thinking again.
Thinking about what ifs: what if Stiles never woke up; what if he did and the nogitsune had changed him forever; what if she never got a chance to tell him…
Lydia shook her head, willing the thoughts to go away as she looked down at the sickly looking boy laying on the floor before her, knowing it was futile; she had never been one to be able to turn her mind off.
"Oh Stiles, please wake up," she whispered, feeling herself tearing up.
It was silent in the hallway, her human hearing unable to pick up any of the sounds that Kira and Scott had outside, so she was left all alone in the dark, quiet hallway with just her thoughts, and an unconscious Stiles.
"You can't just leave me alone here," she continued, deciding that filling the silence and giving voice to her tumultuous thoughts was as good an idea as any, "not after Allison-" she broke off in a strangled sob, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks now.
"You told me once that you would go crazy if I died, do you remember? Well, the same is true for me," she admitted, closing her eyes, "I can't bear the thought of you dying. Don't make me scream for you too, Stiles," Lydia sobbed, a tear falling onto his face, eliciting a twitch from the boy which she failed to notice.
"I can't lose you, not before…" she trailed off, pulling her lips in over her teeth in nervousness, something she tended to do around Stiles a lot, "not before I've told you… I've always secretly loved you, Stiles, you just didn't realize, I didn't realize, and now it might be too late-"
"Hey."
Lydia's eyes flew open at the wheezed word, locking with the tired brown eyes of the boy in her lap. "Stiles! You're awake, you're okay!" she exclaimed, beaming down at him, relief clear on her face. "Wait, how long have you been awake?" she questioned suspiciously, her eyes narrowing and her smile fading worriedly.
Stiles chuckled softly, which quickly turned into a coughing fit, with Lydia worriedly framing his face with her hands, trying to soothe him. "I love you too, Lydia," he whispered once the coughing had subsided, giving her a lopsided grin, enjoying the way she smiled down at him before leaning down to place a tender kiss on his lips.
