fic request: anonymous asked Can you do STYDIA fic to the song "if I could fly" by one direction?
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Lydia ran her fingers over herself lightly, eyes taking in the photo. She looked so happy, smiling so wide that her eyes crinkled around the edges, arms wrapped around Stiles' waist. His own smile was just as big, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly close, and the other casually draped over Scott's shoulders. Malia finished off the other end of the group, end leaning against Scott's as the light breeze of the beach blew her hair across her face. The photo was taken on one of the last days of summer before they'd all headed off to college, the entire pack spending the day at the beach before finishing the night off with a bonfire. Stiles insisted on capturing every second, forcing Liam to take a dozen pictures of the group, especially the four of them.
Thinking back to that night, curled up in Stiles' arms in front of the crackling fire, things seemed so much simpler. They would go to college and visit each other whenever they could, but a long-distance relationship was a lot easier said than done. And to think that they'd faced alpha packs, demonic spirits, and ghost men on horses, but it seemed that they couldn't survive 438.5 miles apart.
Since their goodbye, both Stiles and Lydia had found it harder than they originally thought to find time between both of their busy schedules to text, let alone call or video chat. They hadn't been able to visit each other in months and every single time they planned a time to talk on the phone, one of them had to cancel last minute. Lydia was ashamed to admit the toll it was taking on their relationship, any time they did find to talk quickly turning into an argument. She just… She didn't know if she could do this anymore. She loved Stiles more than anything, but what if their love just wasn't made to last?
If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to
Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I'm completely defenseless
Sighing, Stiles dropped his bag and flopped onto his bed, thankful that his roommate wasn't back for the night yet. He liked Carter, don't get him wrong; he just really appreciated the peace and quiet right now after such a long day - well, week, really - of classes and training. Sadly, the weekend wouldn't even be a relief considering he has so much studying to do for an exam Tuesday. Just as his eyes started to flutter shut, his phone starting buzzing in the back pocket of his jeans. With a groan, he pulled it out and looked at the screen, mood lightening a bit at the strawberry blonde's smiling face staring up at him. Noticing how late it was, however, his brows crinkled in worry. They didn't have a scheduled call - at least, he didn't think so - and Lydia never usually calls after midnight.
"Hey, Lyds," he answered swiftly, a smile naturally tugging up the corners of his mouth. It had been so long since he heard her voice.
"Stiles."
All it took was one word; one word for him to know that something was wrong. "Hey, are you okay?"
"No, I'm not," she breathed in deeply, voice cracking, a clear indication that she was crying. "Stiles, I can't… I don't know if I can do this anymore."
For your eyes only, I show you my heart
For when you're lonely and forget who you are
I'm missing half of me when we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
For your eyes only
His heart stopped, a part of him knowing what she meant for he even asked his next question, "Do what?"
"This. Us," she emphasized before pausing. "I was looking at some old pictures and… Remember that night at the beach, our last night with all of us together? We were so happy then. I'm not happy anymore," Lydia explained through tears.
Panic shot through him at her words and he sat up, running his fingers through his mussed-up hair. "Lydia, c'mon. I know that things have been hard but… We've been through so much, Lydia. You know me better than anyone, better than Scott. Lydia, I love you."
I've got scars, even though they can't always be seen
And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing
Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I'm completely defenseless
She breathed in, her breath hitching before she forced out her next words, "I love you too, Stiles. But I don't know if that's enough anymore. I don't want us to end up resenting each other; I care about our friendship too much, but I feel like I'm – like I'm missing a part of myself. I think I just… I need some time."
Tears clouded his vision and he closed his eyes, clearing his throat, "Lydia, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying… I need some time. Goodbye, Stiles." And with that, Lydia hung up, leaving him sitting in a heartbreaking silence.
For your eyes only, I show you my heart
For when you're lonely and forget who you are
I'm missing half of me when we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
For your eyes only
Lydia opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurred from a night spent crying. She's never been for thankful to have a single dorm, needing the time alone after her call with Stiles just hours earlier. She couldn't believe she did it, but it needed to be said - she was miserable. Although, she was even more miserable now. Miserable and confused. So, so confused.
A pounding on the door forced her to sit up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing a few tissues from the box on her nightstand to wipe at her face. "I'm coming!" she croaked out, her throat raw, and quickly tried to make herself presentable so she could tell whoever was at the door to leave her the hell alone. But when she opened the door, ready to angrily dismiss the person who dare bother her on a Saturday, she froze, speechless.
Stiles stood in front of her, clothes and hair disheveled and looking like he hadn't slept. He was breathing a bit hard, having run up the stairs after conning his way into the building – which was impressive given his lack of sleep due to the flight he desperately caught after hanging up with Lydia.
"Stiles, wh -" she started before being interrupted.
"- No. You had your chance to talk; now it's my turn." He didn't give her a chance to object, "You don't get to just give up, okay? Not after everything we've been through together. Not after everything. I know that it's been hard - trust me, I know. But I don't care, Lydia. I don't care how hard it is because what we have is worth fighting for. DC, Boston, Beacon Hills… None of those places are my home. You're my home, Lydia. Wherever you are, that's where I wanna be."
I can feel your heart inside of mine
(I feel it, I feel it)
I've been going out of my mind
(I feel it, I feel it)
Know that I'm just wasting time
And I Hope that you don't run from me
"I love you, Lydia, and I'll never stop. So if you feel like we need time apart, fine. I'll give you however long you want but no matter how long it takes, I'll still be here. All you have to do is ask, and I'll drop everything and come running."
"Stiles -" she rasped, tears in her eyes.
"- I'm not done yet." He took a step forward, lifting both hands to palm her cheeks and angling her face so he could meet her eyes. "I love you, Lydia. And I'm not letting you give up on us yet. You can try, but you know how persistent I can be."
A watery laugh bubbled past Lydia's lips and she peered up at him under thick lashes. "We can do this, right? We can make this work? Because so far… It's been hell."
For your eyes only,
I show you my heart
For when you're lonely
And forget who you are
I'm missing half of me
When we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "You're damn right we can do this. We're Stiles and Lydia. We save each other from torture houses and open rifts in time and space. This is easy, right?"
Lydia chuckled lightly, "Well, when you put it like that, it doesn't sound so hard." Even when she was at her worst, he could always make her laugh. Sobering up, she met his eyes again, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Stiles shook his head before erasing what little distance still existed between them and connecting their lips.
For your eyes only, I show you my heart
For when you're lonely and forget who you are
I'm missing half of me when we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
For your eyes only
For your eyes only
