This summer couldn't get any better, Stiles thought. He was in Greece with his best friend, who he hadn't seen that much, his parents, his newly found friends and his beautiful boyfriend. Life was good for him. None of them had even thought about how to say goodbye after everything was over and they all had to go back home.
Another day was almost finished, all the friends had eaten dinner together and now it was time for them all to get dressed for the party. Everybody always loves the parties. There is good entertainment, music and food and drinks. Stiles was always with Derek and Derek was always s with Stiles. Dancing, talking, kissing.. the boys were perfect together. Definitely a match made in heaven.
'Derek! Are you ready?' Stiles yelled to the bathroom door. 'Yeah, almost. Just a second.' 'Oh c'mon man, we've got to go.' 'Aaaaaand , done.' Derek walked out of the bathroom leaving Stiles speechless.
'So? What do you think?' Derek was wearing a black t-shirt with tight jeans. 'You, you look gorgeous as always.' 'Thanks babe, too bad it's my last night.' 'You- your last night? You're leaving tomorrow?' 'Ohw.. didn't I tell you? But yes, I'm leaving tomorrow.' Derek said with a sad voice. 'No! you can't leave tomorrow! What time and why didn't you tell me?!' Stiles had tears in his eyes and Derek knew how much it hurts Stiles to act so cool about this, but he couldn't break now, not with his friends waiting for him. 'We should go.' 'No, Derek. They'll wait. You can't leave me Derek. I- I love you.' This was it, Stiles voice broke and the tears were pouring out of his eyes. 'Come here.' Derek hugged Stiles, if only he could never let go. 'Oh Stiles.' Derek had trouble trying to hold back his tears until finally he just let them fall. 'It's going to be okay, it's all going to be okay baby.'
They stood there for about 20 minutes, just holding each other, not wanting to let go, until they heard someone knock on the door. 'Derek! Stiles! Are you coming or what?!' 'We'll be right out Erica!' Derek yelled back. 'C'mon babe. Dry your tears, we're going out remember?' 'Yeah, I know. Not really in the mood though.' 'I know, me neither, but we promised and we can't stay here for the next 20 hours.' 'Well, let's have the best 20 hours of our life's then. ' 'Let's go.'
'Oh my god! You're here! We thought you died or something! Let's dance!' 'You sure love to dance, don't you Erica?' 'Hell yes I do!'
They danced and danced and didn't do anything else all night. Stiles faked a smile, just like Derek, because he knew exactly what was coming next. They were going to have a great day, have fun and then they would have to say goodbye. Even the thought of it hurt like hell.
'I uh, have to go.' Stiles said. 'Ahw, c'mon man, it's only 1 am.' 'I know Scott, I'm just really tired you know.' 'Okay then. Whatever you want. I'll see you tomorrow?' 'Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.' Stiles walked away as Scott called after him. 'Stiles! Don't you have to say goodnight to Derek?' he heard him, but Stiles didn't reply. It was almost too much for him. As he walked to his room he came across several people, all happy and dressed up for the party that would last all night. It felt terrible, having to hold back his tears like this. But he wouldn't show anybody how weak he really is.
Stiles felt like he was going to lose it if he didn't get to his room fast. Luckily he was only a few seconds away from his door. When Stiles got in he let himself fall onto the ground with his back against the door. He cried his heart out. What had he done wrong to deserve this? Of course, he knew that one day they would have to say goodbye, but he never really let it in.
'Stiles? Are you in here?' he heard behind the closed door. 'Go away Scott.' He replied. 'Stiles open the god damn door!' He yelled back. 'It's my room too you know!' there was a short silence, until Scott heard the lock click. 'Good, now let me in..' Stiles looked terrible. 'What? I let you in didn't I?' 'Yes, but. Are you okay, you look terrible. Have you been crying?' Stiles was still sobbing and there were probably still tears on his face, so he couldn't lie. But he could make a joke out of it, he thought. 'No Scott, I just decided to splash water on my face and make it look like tears. And, oh, I also suddenly got sick and thought the door looked very comfortable.' Stiles lips smiled after what he had just said, but his eyes were telling a complete different story. 'C'mon man, I know you well enough to know that you're not okay at all. Has Derek done something to you? I knew it, I knew he was going to break your heart! That little piece of shit! I'm going to-' but he was cut off by Stiles. 'Scott! Stop it! He didn't do anything. I-, I did this to myself.' 'Then tell me what happened Stiles.' 'He- he's leaving. Derek is leaving tomorrow. He's going home...' but it didn't feel like Stiles was talking to Scott. He was in his own world. Scott didn't recognise the look in Stiles eyes. For the first time he had no idea how Stiles felt. It looked a little like the look he always had when he got rejected by Lydia, but worse. Stiles must be falling apart, there was no other option.
'Stiles you can't stay here forever.' But there was no reply. 'Stiles? Dude wake up!' 'I am up Scott. I just, can't do it. I'd rather die than having to live without him. I love him Scott.' 'I know you do and he loves you too. But you can't keep crying to yourself and drown in self-pity. Don't you think he has a hard time dealing with this to? I saw him leaving about 10 minutes after you left. He looked terrible.' 'Are you sure? Oh my god, I should be with him, not here, I should spend these last moments by his side. What am I doing?' Stiles' voice cracked and the tears poured out of his eyes again. 'Stiles, go!' 'Thanks Scott.' He whispered.
He ran and ran. Up the stairs, though the hallway until finally he had reached Derek's room. 'Derek! Open the door! Please..' 'Stiles?' the door unlocked and Stiles flew into Derek's arms. 'You're here.' 'I'm here…' and for a moment, they felt happy again.