I sat in Stiles's room, waiting for him to get home from school. I sighed as I stood up and looked around the room. I smiled to myself. It hadn't changed a bit since I had left, perfectly representing Stiles. I wandered over to his desk and looked at it. I bit my lip to stop tears as photos of us were still on his desk. I picked one up, looking at the image of him kissing my cheek as I smiled at the camera. I bit my lip and put it down before spotting it. My eyes widened. I gulped as I picked up the letter that I had written to Stiles when I had left. I can't believe he kept this, I thought as I held the envelope in between my fingertips.

"What are you doing?" I whipped around and gulped as Stiles was stood at his bedroom door.

"Um, I was just looking around your room. It hasn't changed since I left." I chuckled slightly. He looked at the envelope in my fingers.

"I can't believe you kept this." I smiled slightly, holding up the envelope.

"Of course I did." He mumbled before walking in and tossing his bag down next to his bed. My smile dipped.

"Stiles." I spoke.

"What?" he sighed.

"When are you going to stop being mad at me?" I asked. He looked at me and squinted his eyes.

"I think I hold that right, considering what you've put me through." He nodded.

"Sorry, what I've put you through?" I scoffed. He looked at me.

"Yes, what you've put me through. Y/N, you come back after nine months, without a single freaking word and you expect everything to just be the same. But you know what? It's freaking not. The only thing that still remains is the fact I love you." He admitted. I choked.

"That's what made it so hard. The only way that I knew you weren't dead was the feeling I always have because of you. I can't count the number of nights I fell asleep crying, because all I wanted was to have you in my arms but I couldn't even have that. I didn't know where you were, I didn't know if you were okay, I knew nothing. I could do nothing. And I'm not sure if you've ever been in a situation where you can't do anything to help the one you love, but it freaking sucks. It kills another part of you each and every day." He choked, tears falling from his eyes. I returned his choke as I walked to him and cupped his cheek, making him look at me.

"I missed you every single day that you were gone. There wasn't a moment that you weren't in my head. I love you too much for that to have been even a possibility." He mumbled, looking down.

"But I'm back now, Stiles. I'm here, I'm alive, I'm okay. And I'm still in love with you." I admitted, making him look at me. I sighed before pressing our lips together. Stiles instantly kissed back, curling his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I deepened the kiss, just wanting to drown in his touch. Stiles broke the kiss for long enough to pull my top over my head before pulling his own T-shirt off. He joined our lips again before picking me up and carrying me over to his bed. He placed me down before crawling over me and joining our lips again. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and just looked down at me.

"What is it?" I mumbled, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed and shook his head.

"I've waited nine months for this." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. I gave him a small smile before joining our lips again. He returned the kiss before breaking it and starting to kiss down my neck, making me close my eyes.

I opened my eyes, but immediately squinted as sunlight shone through Stiles's windows. I rolled over and groaned as I buried my face in Stiles's chest, making him chuckle.

"Morning." He mumbled, looking down at me as he moved a strand of hair out of my face.

"Hey." I smiled, looking into the stunning whiskey eyes that I'd missed so much. He returned my smile before hooking a finger under my chin, raising my face so that he could kiss me. I smiled into it as I cupped his face.

"Wait." He mumbled, breaking the kiss.

"Before I say anything stupid, does last night mean that we're back together?" he gulped. I sighed and nodded.

"We love each other, Stiles. I don't see why we shouldn't be together if we love each other." I admitted. He gave me a small smile before handing me his T-shirt.

"Put this on." He spoke.

"Why?" I chuckled.

"Because you look hot in my clothes." He smirked. I returned it before pulling the T-shirt over my head. Suddenly, Stiles's bedroom door opened to reveal his dad.

"Stiles, are you-oh, Y/N." Stiles gulped as he sat up in bed. Stilinski's eyebrows furrowed.

"Stiles, you never sleep shirtless-." He stopped as he realised.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like." Stiles gulped.

"Of course it is, son. It's fine, as long as you were safe-."

"Dad, just leave, god." Stiles groaned. Stilinski chuckled and looked at me.

"It's good to have you back, Y/N. He's missed you." He nodded.

"I know." I gave him a small smile. He returned it and looked at Stiles before leaving the room.

"I'm so sorry about him." Stiles sighed, gently moving his hand under his T-shirt and up my back.

"It's okay. It's good to be back." I smiled. He returned it before leaning up and kissing me.

Stiles pulled into a space in the school parking lot and turned the ignition off. He looked at me.

"You ready for this?" he asked. I sighed.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I gulped. He nodded and gave me a reassuring smile as we got out of the jeep and walked towards the school doors. Stiles opened them and we walked into the bustling school corridor. I gulped as I saw Scott and Lydia.

"Stiles, maybe this isn't such a good idea." I shook my head, turning around to face him.

"You're going to have to face them eventually, may as well just get it over with." He shrugged, making me groan as he turned me back around and gently pushed me towards them. Lydia's gaze drifted to me and her eyes widened as she pushed off from her locker.

"Hey Lydia." I gulped as she walked to me.

"I don't know whether to slap you because of how much you worried us, or to hug you because of how much I've missed you." She spat. I gulped again.

"I'd prefer the latter." I chuckled nervously. She clenched her jaw before throwing her arms around my neck. I returned the hug eagerly, glad to be with my friends again.

"Promise you won't ever disappear on us again." She choked.

"I promise, Lydia. I promise." I nodded. She sighed and returned it before letting me go. Scott looked at me.

"I can't be a true alpha without a full pack. And like it or not, you're part of that." He nodded.

"Being part of your pack was the best thing to ever happen to me." I reassured.

"Hey." Stiles chuckled. Scott laughed as he hugged me.

"It's good to have you back. We all missed you, especially Stiles." He spoke. I sighed and nodded.

"Well, I'm back now. And I'm not going anywhere." I smiled, making them return it.

"Come on, we have economics." Stiles spoke as he took my hand and we walked to the classroom. I gulped as we walked in and everyone went silent as they saw me. I sighed as I turned around to leave.

"Ah, ah, no, if you're gonna do this right, you need to graduate." Stiles nodded as he took my shoulders and turned me back around before walking me into the classroom, making me groan.

"Fine. Just let your girlfriend embarrass herself." I grumbled, making him chuckle and kiss my head as I sat down with him next to me. I sighed as the coach walked in, head down as he looked at his phone.

"Okay, inmates, so today, we're covering-." He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw me. He opened his mouth to speak before looking at Stiles.

"Tell me that you see her too, Stilinski." He nodded. Stiles looked at me and squinted his eyes.

"Yes. She's here, Coach, you're not seeing things." he chuckled. Coach nodded and looked at me.

"Good to know. And good to see you're not dead, Miss Y/L/N." he nodded before starting to write on the blackboard. I looked at Stiles and chuckled.

"It's good to be back." I smiled, making him return it.