"Deep breaths Stiles" You say, pressing your warm palm on the cold boys chest. Since his Mum died he has been having countless panic attacks daily, you hated seeing him this way.

"One, two, three, four, breath in" You tell him. He breaths in. 

"One, two, three, four, breath out". He lets out his breath. 

You repeat this process another 4 times before he finally calms down. 

"Here, lay down" You explain, putting a pillow into your crossed legs, letting him rest his head in your lap.  

"Thank you" He says, giving you a sad smile. 

You smile back, "Rest" You say, playing with his hair. 

"I mean it" He says quietly. 

"I know"

-

"Are you awake?" Stiles asks quietly, looking over at you on the other side of the bed. 

"Yes" 

"Cant sleep?" 

"Nope" You say, shaking your head. 

"I can't either" 

You laugh, "I figured" 

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, sitting up. 

"Of course" 

"I just need you to promise me, that even if you say no, I don't want you to act all weird around me"
You rise an eyebrow, "I promise" 

He plays around with his fingers for a while before looking up at you, "(Y/N) it has come to the point where I need you around to survive, Literally," He laughs, "I need you in my life and I honestly do not know what I would do if you left me" He sighs, "I love you (Y/N). And not the I love you as a friend, kind of love. No, I love you"  

Unsure what to say, you just smile. 

"(Y/N)?" He says with an unsure tone. 

You reach over and place your lips onto his, "I love you too"