Luke's Pov

To say I was shocked and confused would be an understatement.

I mean, you would be the same if your friend/crush just ran away without saying anything.

I honestly don't know what happened. I really don't.

Everything was fine. We were wandering around the store, looking at clothes, trying to see if there was something we wanted.

I didn't see anything that I'd want to buy, but I knew Stiles did.

Trust me, the look in his eyes was enough for me to know that he saw something he liked.

The way his eyes brightened when he saw the particular item almost made me coo at him.

I was going to ask him what it was and offer to pay for it, but I caught him staring at something.

Or, rather, someone.

He had been staring at some guy, a hot older guy, that was kissing who I assume was his girlfriend.

They were by the shoe aisle while we were still by the clothes.

The look on Stiles's face honestly broke my heart.

He looked so heartbroken, so angry, so betrayed and so...so damn sad.

It got worse when tears began streaming down his face.

I tried to ask him what was wrong but he had ignored me. He turned around and bolted out of there as fast as he could.

I glanced at the couple one last time before bolting out of there too, wanting to find Stiles.

I had to ask what was wrong, I just had to know what happened.

And I had to be there for him and comfort him to the best of my ability.

I hate seeing him cry. I really do.

I searched the entire store before I went to the bathroom. He had to be there since he wasn't anywhere else.

As soon as I entered the bathroom I made sure to lock the door. I don't want anyone disturbing us.

I walked further inside, ready to check all the stalls, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

There he was. Stiles was right there.

He was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest, his head buried in said knees.

His shoulders were shaking, he was crying, and I could hear small whimpers coming from him.

Oh god...

Just seeing him like this makes my heart ache in so many ways.

I slowly made my way towards him, careful not to startle him, and slowly slid down so I was sitting next to him.

I crossed my legs together, that way I was sitting criss cross on the ground, and slowly turned my head to look at Stiles.

I slowly lifted my hand, ready to place my hand on his shoulder, only to hesitate so now it was hovering over his shoulder.

What should I do?

What do I say?

I've never been one to comfort people, it's never been something I'm good at.

But...I don't want to seem like an asshole and not ask him what's wrong, ask him if there's anything I can do to make him feel better.

I'm certainly not going to just get up and leave him alone.

Never.

I care way too much about him to just leave him alone when he clearly needs someone's shoulder to cry on.

So, I slowly and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping that I wouldn't startle him.

He didn't jump or flinch, so that has to be a good sign.

"Stiles" I slowly spoke up.

"What?" Stiles softly asked, not looking at me.

"Stiles, can you please look at me?" I softly asked.

"No" Stiles sternly said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because my face is ugly when I'm crying and I don't want you to see that" Stiles said.

I chuckled softly and shook my head, even if he's not looking at me to see me do that.

"Stiles, I'd never think of you as ugly. You're adorable just the way you are" I softly said.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better" Stiles said.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"No I'm not. You can cry all you want but I'll never see you as ugly. After all, everyone cries for a reason" I softly said.

Stiles didn't say anything at that, he was silent.

I patiently waited for him to say something, or at least do some sort of gesture to know that he's alright.

However, I was satisfied when he slowly picked his head up and turned around to face me.

His eyes were red, his cheeks were puffy and there were tear stains plastered on his cheeks.

His eyes were still watering, meaning that he still crying and more tears were bound to spill.

Even when he's like this, he still looks adorable, but it still hurts to see him in this state.

Of course, my dumbass had to continue staring, Stiles glared at me and scoffed.

"See, I knew it. I'm ugly" Stiles looked upset.

I quickly shook my head, snapping myself out of it, and gently cupped his face with my hands.

Stiles gasped softly, clearly not expecting that, as he looked at me with curious eyes.

"Stiles, you're not ugly. You're never ugly. I'm sorry for staring, it was wrong of me" I softly said.

I offered him a tiny smile and gently wiped the tears that slid down his face with my fingers.

I removed my hands from his face, catching the slight disappointment in Stiles's eyes when I did that.

"Now, care to tell me why you're crying?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing" Stiles shook his head.

"Stiles, there has to be a reason why you ran away after seeing that couple. Especially when you started crying" I explained.

"There is, but I don't want to talk about it. It's pathetic" Stiles frowned.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Stiles, look, I won't pressure you into telling me something you don't want to. But I want you to understand that I'm here for you. I'm here for whatever and I'll listen to whatever you have to say. And keeping something to yourself instead of talking about it to someone isn't healthy and you'll just hurt yourself more" I explained.

I scooted closer to his side and gently brought his hands into mine.

Stiles looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Please, Stiles. Let me help you" I softly begged.

Stiles's eyes widened, especially when he downright heard me begging.

Honestly, it's a surprise for me too.

I have never begged in my life. Never.

I would rather die then beg for someone or be caught begging. I'm not like that.

But...Stiles....Stiles is different. 

He makes me feel something I have never felt with my old flings or one night stands.

And I want him to know that I do care, I want him to know that I'll always be there for him, I want him to know that he can talk to me about anything.

Stiles frowned before a sigh escaped his lips.

"The couple we saw, I know them. Considering the older guy is my ex-boyfriend, Derek" Stiles revealed.

That certainly was not what I was expecting.

Stiles...Stiles has an ex-boyfriend, he used to date someone...?

Well, obviously, he's allowed to date especially since we hadn't met before and we're not together.

But it doesn't stop me from being upset and jealous.

And the fact that my heart aches at the thought of Stiles and I not being together, just friends, makes me want to curl up in a ball and die.

"Ex-boyfriend?" I asked.

"Yes, he's my ex. We ended our relationship after being together for two years" Stiles said.

It must've been a little serious if they were together for two years.

But what happened?

"Stiles, if you don't mind me asking, what happened between you and your ex?" I asked.

Stiles frowned, clearly upset and uncomfortable, with that question.

God, I want to smack myself just for asking that.

Especially when the poor boy is crying and clearly doesn't want to relive whatever happened between them.

"You don't need to tell me if you-" I started but he cut me off.

"Our breakup was bad. Really bad, it was fucking messy" Stiles spoke up.

I kept my mouth shut, letting him talk as I listened to what he would say.

"Derek and I didn't really get along at first. We sort of hated each other and got on each other's nerves, me more than him. But as we spent more time together, we actually started getting along and we started seeing each other as friends. Until I realized that I started to like him as more than a friend" Stiles explained.

Calm down, Luke. Calm down.

Let Stiles continue explaining.

After all, him and Derek aren't together anymore so there's no need for me to feel this way.

"We started going on a few dates and I really enjoyed them. On one particular date I told him how I really felt and he told me he felt the same way. After that we began dating and we were happy, we were in love" Stiles smiled slightly.

I'm sensing a bad side to this story...

"If only I had known it was too good to be true" Stiles laughed bitterly.

And I was right...

"The day we broke up was the day he revealed how he truly felt about me. We got into an argument, he started throwing insults at me that I started questioning our relationship. And when I asked him if he even loved me, he said no. He told me that the only reason he dated me and put up with me for so long was out of pity. He knew how strong my feelings were towards him and he didn't want to hurt me" Stiles explained.

His fists were clenched at his sides and we biting his lips to prevent himself from crying.

I swear to god I felt my body shaking with anger and hatred.

I wanted nothing more than to find that motherfucker that broke my Stiles's heart.

Wait...did I just say my Stiles...?

"When I saw him today with his girlfriend, I couldn't hold back my tears, let alone my emotions. We haven't broken up for that long but he already moved on with someone else. Seeing him kiss his new girlfriend, seeing the love in his eyes when he looked at her made me break" Stiles explained.

He ran a hand down his face before turning to look me.

"I really loved him, but I guess he never loved me. I was just a toy to him" Stiles whimpered.

That did it for him.

He clenched his eyes shut, letting more tears fall down his face, his shoulders began shaking and pained sobs escaped his lips.

I scooted closer, if that was even possible, to him and wrapped my arms around him.

I brought him into a tight hug, practically leading his head to my chest so he could let out all his pain.

Stiles didn't pull away nor did he complain, he simply wrapped his arms around me, clinging onto me desperately.

He cried and sobbed into my chest, trying to quiet the noises, but it didn't really work.

I could feel his tears staining my shirt, but I could care less about some stupid shirt.

Because the only thing I care about is being there for Stiles and comforting him to the best of my ability.

I placed one hand on his head, gently running my fingers through his hair, while one arm was behind his back as I rubbed it gently.

Seeing Stiles like this hurts my heart. It hurts me overall.

He didn't deserve what happened to him.

That stupid ex-boyfriend of his didn't deserve him.

His ex-boyfriend let go and lost the most amazing person ever and he's going to be filled with nothing but regret when he realizes that.

Stiles is someone that deserves love, someone that should cherished and spoiled.

And I'm going to do everything in my power to give him exactly what he deserves.