Note: Sorry guys, I never realized I forgot to post the end of this story on here. I posted it a long time ago on A03.
Anyways, here it is.
"I'm sorry Stiles." Derek said touching the back of my shoulder, coming up from behind.
"I just don't want to lose you. The thought of losing you scares me. I love you."
I let out a tired sigh before turning around to face him.
"I love you too Derek but you can't keep doing this shit."
"I know."
"I'm serious. If it happens again…"
"It won't. I promise. Let me make it up to you." He whispered against my lips before going in for a deep kiss.
I let him consume my lips as I pulled him down on top of me on the bed.
The Next Day
I came into the work place and made a beeline over to Theo's office. I needed to make things right with him. The last thing I needed was awkwardness at work.
I knocked on his opened door grabbing his attention away from his computer.
"Hey Theo, about last night, I just wanted to say I'm really sorry. Derek can be an idiot sometimes."
"Aren't we all when it comes to love?"
"True… hey, wait did you just call me an idiot?"
We shared a chuckle easing some of the tension in the room.
"So are we good?" I asked nervously.
"Stiles, I never had a problem with you. We're good but for the sake of my pretty face I'm going to keep my distance from your apartment."
I frowned a bit, thinking back to Derek's sucker punch.
"Sorry again."
"Forget it Stiles, besides you're not the one that needs to apologize. And since we both know that's not going to happen, let's drop the matter and get back to work, ok?" He said a bit on edge.
Morning Theo." Danny greeted, coming up from behind me, sticking his head inside the office.
"Morning Danny." Theo replied back, giving a somewhat forced smile before grabbing his coffee cup and turning towards his window, taking a sip.
"Stiles, can I see you in my office please?" Danny asked.
"Yeah."
"What's up D?" I asked as I shut the door behind me.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
"What do you mean?"
"I heard about last night."
"What? How?"
"Scott texted me. He was worried about you."
"Well that's embarrassing. I'm fine Danny. It was just a misunderstanding. Derek overreacted and took it out on Theo. He didn't hit me."
"Yeah, but the guy has a temper. What's to stop him from lashing out on you next?"
"Really Danny? Derek is not abusive. So erase it from your mind." I said getting a bit upset at his accusations.
"Okay, sorry. It's just, it didn't sound good and I've seen how Derek is angry. It's not pretty."
"He would never hurt me. I would never let him."
"He already has Stiles. You don't see that?"
"I mean physically."
"So you are willing to let him hurt you emotionally?" Danny challenged.
"What? No. That's not what I meant. He knows he's on thin ice with me."
"Does he?"
"What does that mean?"
"Well, you always forgive him Stiles, you always take him back. I don't see him changing his ways any time soon and why would he if you always accept his bad behavior." Danny voiced.
"So, what are you saying exactly, that Derek isn't the one with the problem, I am? Thanks a lot Danny. Some friend you are." I snapped, offended.
"Stiles, I am your friend. You know I'm a very honest person. To a fault at times. And I'm not saying you're to blame for all the troubles in your relationship but we both know you do have problems with moving on and being alone. It wasn't too long ago that you were blowing up my phone asking for attention."
"That was different." I argued, not liking were our little chat was heading.
"How so?" Danny challenged.
I remained quiet as he continued.
"Sooner or later you're going to have to accept the fact that you have a problem being alone Stiles. So much that you're willing to be with anyone just so you don't have to wake up alone."
"No one likes being alone." I argued.
"True, but it doesn't mean you have to lower your standards to do so."
"I hate when you're right." I spat, folding my hands into my chest.
"That's because I haven't been wrong yet."
I chuckled.
"I wouldn't go that far. You did break up with me after all and I'm quite a catch."
Danny arched an eyebrow.
"I thought the break up was mutual?"
"You said it wasn't working and I agreed to save face. So technically you broke up with me." I confessed.
"Really? Wow, I never knew."
"It's okay. You were right. We are too different."
"Well, that's true. I, unlike you, know my worth." Danny joked.
"Hey, that's not nice jerk." I said playfully pushing Danny's arm.
He chuckled.
"Oh sorry, I thought that was what you liked, dicks."
"Ha-ha, very funny. I'm going back to work, Dick."
Danny laughed out loud as I left his office.
I unlocked the front door and walked into a pitch black apartment. Derek texted me earlier at work that he was going to be late coming home, saying he had to prepare for some major meeting he was having the next day and told me not to wait up for him.
Though I had appreciated him letting me know he was going to be late getting home, a part of me had hoped it was all a lie, that he was secretly planning some romantic night for us, that when I opened the front door and turned the lights on, he would be standing there with that sexy, devious smile he wears so well and wearing barely anything else.
That he would come over to my confused and pleasantly surprised form, take my arm in his and guide me to our room that was lit up with candles and the bed covered in rose petals as he whispers in my ear: Surprise baby.
I turned on the lights and was met with a quiet, empty apartment much to my disappointment. I let out a heavy sigh and sat my keys and jacket down on the kitchen countertop before heading into the bedroom to change.
I opened the closet door and began to unbutton my dress shirt when another thought hit me.
What if it was all a lie?
What if Derek was at work with my replacement getting it on at this very moment?
What if Derek was fucking the younger, more attractive and eager to move forward with the company guy on his desk or the conference table like he did with me, many times?
What if he found another guy to entertain him, please him?
What if Derek is bored of me?
What if I became the next Lydia, stressing and waiting for his return home?
A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I felt sick to my stomach.
I started to panic with thoughts of Derek fucking someone else.
I fell to the floor and my breathing became heavy and harsh.
I was having a panic attack. Alone.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the first person that came into my head.
"Hello Stiles."
"I, I can't…"
"Stiles, what's wrong?"
"I can't… I can't breathe"
"I'm on my way Stiles! I'm coming now!"
