You’re All I Need (Part 2)
Pairing: Lydia x Reader
Summary: Ever since that day in the bathroom, (Y/N) and Lydia have never been closer. Lydia always had (Y/N)’s back and she’d curse anyone that said a bad word about her. When (Y/N) doesn’t turn up to school for three days, Lydia’s worry grows and she’s had enough of the ignored messages and phone calls and decides to give Derek’s loft a visit.
Word Count: 907
Prompt: Part one has the prompt, part two was requested - Thank you very much.
A/N: Check out part one of ‘You’re All I Need’! I really enjoyed writing this! Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, reblog, comment, follow and request <33
“Please leave a message after the beep…”
Lydia let out a miserable sigh before shoving her phone back into her pink handbag. She leaned up against the locker keeping an eye on locker number 251, (Y/N)’s locker. The locker hasn’t been touched Monday and with Friday rolling around the corner, Lydia was beginning to get worried. No one else seemed to notice her disappearance and it angered her. “Hey Lydia,” Stiles and Scott walked up greeting her as normal before following where her eyes landed. “Lyd, I’m sure she is fine.”
Lydia rolled her eyes before walking away from the duo. She looked at her watch on her wrist - it was only one o’clock, there were still a couple of hours of classes left but Lydia was getting impatient. She was checking her phone every second minute; her head would snap up whenever she heard the classroom door open or when she heard a girl’s voice that was similar to (Y/N)’s.
Lydia took a quick glance around the hallway, it was nearly empty apart from the couple of students running to their next class and teachers exiting or entering the staff canteen. Before she thought about it, she snuck around the corner towards the entrance and rushed out to the fresh air. She ran to her car, her heels clicking along the pavement – she took a deep breath when she sat in her leather seats, and started the engine.
“Are you just going to lazy around here until you die?” Your brother snapped stepping out of his room and walking to the other side of the loft. You shrugged your shoulders, not caring what he thought staring at the television that was playing some old rerun of a show. You couldn’t pay attention to it no matter how hard you tried, a strange yet intelligent strawberry blonde occupied your thoughts. “You have to go back to school.”
“Next week,” You muttered, not tearing your eyes from the brunette boy on the screen. Derek let out a growl before he stopped moving, his ears perking up. “What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up in a hurry. “Someone is here.” He answered, walking towards the door of the loft, before anyone could knock he opened the door and you got the sensation of the familiar, adoring scent. “Lydia,” You said, scrambling up from the sofa and walking to stand beside Derek. “What are you doing here?” You questioned, confused and terrified at the same time.
Lydia looked from Derek to you, and a small smile covered her lips. “You haven’t been in school, I was starting to get worried.” You felt relief wash all over your body and you were about to reply before you remembered your werewolf brother standing, listening to you. “Can you leave?” You asked him with raised eyebrows. He let out a chuckle, patting your shoulder before walking down the steps of the loft and out of sight. “Come in.”
“You didn’t have to come here.” You mumbled nervously after five minutes of an awkward aura around the room. You were sitting on the sofa next to Lydia who was playing with the frill of her skirt. “I’m sorry, I know it’s quite invasive but I was getting so worried, (Y/N). I was afraid something happened to you,” She started, “Or you did… Nevermind.” She coughed awkwardly before looking at you seriously. “I don’t know about you (Y/N), but I get this feeling in my stomach but I only get it when I think of you and for so long, I’ve been trying to ignore it but it’s getting too strong.” She nudged closer to you, you could feel her breath against your face and you looked into her gorgeous, captivating blue eyes, “I always want to be near you,” She whispered, “I always want to be touching you,” You jumped slightly when her hand touched your thigh, “And I can’t hold it in any longer.” Tears were forming in her eyes, and you felt angry at yourself for not noticing these feelings – you felt angry because she was crying for you, for both of you.
As the first tear fell from her eye, you felt a string of emotion rush around your body. You wanted to stop the sadness and misery that these feelings were causing her. You took one last look in her stunning, wet eyes before you crushed your lips to her pink ones. The kiss was full of energy, it was full of want and misery that has been floating around for far too long. In the moment, you became one.
With one of your hands resting on the back of her neck; hers on your waist, you pulled back in shock. You gulped and stared into her wide eyes and admired her for a second, how beautiful she really was with all her walls collapsing in that minute. “I feel the same,” You whispered and she took a deep breath. “Really?” She asked, and you nodded frantically, “I really do.” You closed the gap again, wanting more of her.
She lay down on the sofa, resting on her elbows and you
hovered over her, not wanting this moment to end. “Please come back to school,
it’s dreadful without you.” She mumbled into the kiss. You nodded again, not
wanting to break contact with her. You couldn’t believe what was happening in
this moment, and that is was only happening now.