Harper hadn't cried once since Lydia had forced her to go to the party. She still felt a little numb, her head hadn't wrapped around what had exactly happened yet. Already she missed Stiles, but she was a little better now at the same time. Maybe it was for the best that they had broken up sooner rather than later. After all, if there was no trust in their relationship then there was nothing.

The Empath had been sitting on the couch eating ice cream beside Melissa when she got home from school the next day when Scott stumbled through the door, looking for her. His brown eyes landed on Harper curled up beside his mum and he frowned.

"What happened?" He demanded.

Melissa looked over her shoulder, glaring at her son, "Scott, a little bit of sensitivity, please."

Harper shook her head, "it's okay, Melissa. Can we talk about this upstairs, please?"

Scott nodded and followed Harper as she moved upstairs. She went into her room, closing the door behind the werewolf.

He was frowning deeply, "you didn't hang out with us at school today, and Lydia's mad at Stiles for some reason, and Stiles is angry at everyone and he keeps acting really weird," he rambled, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Stiles broke up with me."

She hadn't said the words out loud yet, and she thought that she would cry, but surprisingly she didn't. She was monotone, and she didn't even feel her eyes sting the slightest bit.

Scott looked taken aback. He even stumbled a little, blinking quickly.

"Um, I'm sorry, did I just hear you right?"

Harper nodded.

"He thought I was doing stuff with Isaac, and he got really mad and he broke up with me," she shrugged.

Scott's eyes softened when he saw the distraught look on her face, almost like she was slightly traumatised. He sat down on the bed beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he rubbed it comfortingly. Harper leaned her head against his shoulder, staring at the wall.

Her brown eyes latched onto the polaroids pinned to her notice board, and particuarly the one of her and Stiles from the time they went ice skating back when Scott and Allison were together. She didn't smile, nor frown. She did nothing.

"I'm sorry, Harps," Scott cooed, rubbing her arm now, "Stiles can be a dumbass."

"Stiles is a dumbass," she scoffed, shaking her head and removing it from his shoulder, "but it doesn't even matter anymore. Stiles and I are over and the sooner I get over him the better."

Scott frowned once again. Sure, he wanted Harper to be happy, but he also knew that she was happiest when she was with Stiles. They were both his best friends, and he loved them together. They were always at their best when they were one.

"Are you sure? I can talk to him-"

"Don't bother," Harper cut him off, "he wouldn't listen to me."

There was a heavy silence before she spoke up again, "I made out with someone."

Scott's eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, his entire body jumping with shock. He turned around to face her, eyebrows raised.

"Excuse me?" He blinked, "what? Who? When? While you were with Stiles?"

Harper shook her head, "I would never cheat on him. I loved him," she said quietly, "it was last night, at some party down the road."

"Who was he?" Scott asked again.

"She," Harper corrected him, much to Scott's surprise, "it was Lydia."

Scott choked on nothing, utter shock flooding his system. Harper watched him in amusement, an eyebrow raised as he stared at her in disbelief.

"You... and Lydia? You and Lydia made out?" Scott repeated, dumbfounded.

"It was in the heat of the moment but we haven't spoken about it since," Harper admitted, "and I'm pretty sure someone spiked the punch because I was hullucinating and I thought she was Stiles."

"And she kissed back?"

"It takes two to make out, Scotty," Harper hummed, but nodded along anyway, "I haven't spoken to her yet today. I'm worried she'll be grossed out by me or annoyed or something."

"Have you spoken to anyone today?" Scott laid back on Harper's bed, looking up at the stars that she had painted onto the white ceiling.

Harper shook her head, "you and Melissa. That's it."

There was a heavy silence between the pair as Harper laid down beside him. Her eyes scanned the stars and she thought of her grandma. She missed Rose a lot.

"Sometimes I wish I had never said yes when Stiles asked me out," Harper admitted, "I mean, look at us now. We've ruined the whole group because we broke up. It would have been so much easier if we were just friends."

Deep down she knew that that wasn't true. She didn't regret a single moment she spent with Stiles- because she loved him, and he had loved her. He had made her feel alive again, and she knew that she probably wasn't going to ever get that with anybody else.

Scott sighed, "I'm sorry, Harps. All you can do is pretend that nothing ever happened, and the two of you just be friends again."

"He hates me."

"Stiles couldn't hate you if he tried," Scott laughed, "he's still in love with you. He'll always love you."

Harper didn't say anything else. Scott glanced across at her and promised something to himself, and the broken up couple. He was going to get Harper and Stiles back together, even if it killed him.

...

For the rest of the day Scott was out, and neither Lydia or Allison were picking up their phones. She hadn't seen Isaac since she told him to get out, but she was pretty sure that he was at Derek's with Boyd. Harper decided to make herself useful and write a letter to Harry.

Once she had finished and taken it to Eichen House where she gave it to Jeremy, she took the long way home and went through the woods. Before she knew it the sun had set and it was pitch black out. She used her phone for a torch but gave up when she realised that she was lost.

Sitting down with her back against a tree, she called Scott, but it just went straight to voicemail. Same with Allison and Lydia. Her finger hovered over Stiles' contact, but she didn't press it.

Throwing her head back, she let loud sobs escape her lips. She missed him with her whole heart, even if she had seen him yesterday. Everything inside her felt broken, because the person she loved the most in the world had left her. She wanted Stiles more than anything, but he didn't want her.

Salty tears streamed down her cheeks and her hands shook as she brushed her hair out of her face. After everything they had been through, she was now alone. She wished that she could get over it as soon as it happened, she wished that she didn't care, but she did. It had felt like her heart had been ripped straight out of her chest with no mercy.

"Screw it," she muttered, grabbing her phone.

She began to call Stiles, and she wasn't surprised when it went straight to voicemail. But instead of hanging up and trying again, she left a message.

"Hi, Stiles," she sniffled, "it's me, Harper, obviously. I wish I hated you right now but I can't bring myself to. You're my everything, Stiles. I love you so freaking much. I know what happened between Isaac and I looked suggestive, but nothing happened. I swear on my freaking life. I can't- it feels like I can't breathe without you. I don't know what happened between us either, but I don't want us to end like this. I- you- I don't know what to say. I miss you and I love you and-" she paused, her phone beeping, "I gotta go, my phone's gonna die. Please reply."

Her phone died as soon as she finished, causing her to curse and throw it to the ground a little harder than she intended. She watched as it smashed against the root of the tree she was up against.

"No!" She cried quietly, crawling forwards and trying to fix it, "I'm such an idiot."

It was broken and she was lost. She was probably going to regret the voicemail that she sent Stiles when she woke up, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now.

She couldn't see anything around her, so she stayed put, curling her body up so it was tucked into the corner of the tree. She closed her eyes, and let herself cry until she was asleep.

...

"Harper?" Sheriff Stilinski shook her arm so she woke, "you really need to stop taking sleeps in the woods."

Harper couldn't bring herself to smile at him. She just blinked as the sunlight poured into her eyes, only to be blocked by the man in front of her.

"Sorry," she muttered, standing up and wiping her eyes, "I got lost and my phone died."

Noah's face softened as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I'm sorry about the two of you, Harper. I think that Stiles has made the biggest mistake of his life walking away from you."

"You know?" She whispered.

Noah chuckled a little, nodding, "who do you think Stiles talks to about all of these things?"

"Is he... is he okay?" Harper wondered as she opened the car door.

He shook his head, "I'm not gonna lie to you, Harps. He's a mess. I had to drag him out of bed so he would get to school yesterday. He tries to keep himself busy, but as soon as he comes home... He's a broken boy. He knows he made a mistake too, deep down at least."

For some strange reason it comforted Harper a little to know that he wasn't okay. It meant that he still loved her, and the fact that he regreted what he did made her feel a little better- like there was a chance. But she wouldn't hold her breath- after all, Stiles was stubborn.

"He was frantic last night. Said something about a voicemail. Scott and Melissa were worried when you didn't come home, so I put two and two together," Noah shrugged, "you were here last time."

"I love him," Harper whispered as Sheriff Stilinski buckled his seatbelt, "I didn't cheat on him, Noah."

"I know you wouldn't," Noah squeezed her knee, starting up the car, "and you'd think that he would too, but sometimes Stiles can be blinded by his own insecurities."

They drove back to the McCall household in silence, Harper thinking about the boy that had broken her heart. God, she wished that she could get him out of her head.

...

it's short and it sucks but this was the episode about derek x paige, so there wasn't much going on anyway. things will get back to track on the teen wolf storyline next chapter, dw.I ALREADY HAVE SOME OF THE NEXT CHAPTER WRITTEN OUT AND I KINDA LIKE IT SO FAR???