Breaking (Number 5 x reader)

Chapter 1

Key:

E/C - Eye color

H/C - Hair color

Y/N - Your name

Vanya Hargeeve's P.O.V.

I had just finished my violin practice. I packed up my stuff and started going home. I lived in a slightly shady neighborhood, so I had my violin case in front of my chest with my arms wrapping around my body. I pulled my hoodie onto my head and zipped it up to the top. As I trudged down the dark alleyway, I hear a quick succession of footsteps. They were light, almost like a dancer's, so it was obviously not an adult. I hesitated before stopping and looking around. The footsteps grew louder and less echoey as the seconds passed. I slowly opened my violin case and took out my bow. I squinted and saw a young girl running towards me in the light of the distant street lamps. She didn't seem to be looking my way as she crashed into my body before I could move away.

"Hello?" I said, looking down at the girl. She had tears streaming down her face, and she looked barely 11. "I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll get out of your way," she muttered softly before trying to go back down the way I had just come. I grabbed her wrist and said, "Hey sweetie, you look lost. You seem barely 13. How about you come to my house and we'll have some hot chocolate? Then maybe you can tell me why you are crying?" "Ok, but I only drink coffee," she sniffled softly. "Ok then, I'll make you some coffee," I said, smiling hesitantly. I gently grabbed her hand and led her down to my apartment. After I made the coffee, I had a good look at her. She was wearing black tights and a dark green hoodie. I handed her the cup of coffee and sat down in front of her. She sipped at the dark and bitter drink before breathing out slowly. She had stopped crying but still had tear streaks. Her face was grimy. Her E/C eyes were dull. Her H/C hair hung (if you have hair) around her face, a little dirty. "So, sweetie, what's your name?" I asked her after she placed her coffee on the dining table. "M-my name i-is Y-Y/N," she said, stammering a little, reminding me of my brother, Diego. "Why were you crying, Y/N," I asked her. "I-I was running away from my dad," she muttered before taking another sip of her coffee. "He hit me a lot, so I ran away," she continued, placing the cup back down. "How about we go to the police," I suggested. "NO, HE WILL HURT ME," she cried out immediately, making herself a little smaller, almost cowering. "Ok, ok, ok, we won't go to the police sweetie," I said, smiling at her. She seemed to calm down a bit after I said that. "Ok sweetie, since you don't want to go to the police, how about you stay here for the night? We can find a place for you to live tomorrow," I suggested softly. She nodded, her eyes suddenly sparkling. I smiled and got up to unlock the guest bedroom in my house. I showed her the room and gave her one of my oversized hoodies and cycling shorts to serve as a nightdress. She thanked me politely and went into the bathroom to take a bath and change. When she came out, she went into the guest room and fell asleep immediately. I locked the door behind her because I wasn't sure if she was trustworthy. I sighed and went to my own room, feeling jittery after having that coffee.

I changed into my pajamas and went to bed. I stayed up till late just thinking about the little girl in the room right next to mine. Soon, sleep overtook me, and I was out like a light.

Your P.O.V.

I woke up well-rested after a long time. As I opened the door, I saw the woman flipping pancakes. My mouth watered as the smell of the batter wafted to my nose. "Good morning ma'am," I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Good morning sweetie. And please, call me Vanya," she replied while smiling. I smiled back and sat down in the kitchen. "Ma- I mean, Vanya, how old are you? Because I am 11," I said while dangling my feel which didn't reach the floor. "I am 26 years old," she replied while putting the pancakes on a plate. She placed a bottle of chocolate sauce and a bottle of maple syrup. I picked up the chocolate syrup and drizzled it on the pancakes and started eating. She chuckled lightly when I tried to stuff the large last bite into my face. I was done in 5 minutes. "Wow, that was fast," she said before clearing the plates away.

For the next week, we were searching for orphanages, but all of them had a very long admission process. I had gotten used to living with Vanya, and she had gotten used to living with me. A month in, I finally plucked up the courage to tell her her coffee tastes terrible, and I took over the coffee making. She realized I can cook better than her, so I took that over too. I started going to school and after a bit of effort, I was at par with the 12th graders of my school. After living with her for a year, I accidentally called her mom. She could not wipe the grin off her face. She told me everything about The Umbrella Academy and how she was always excluded, and I honestly felt so bad. 

Almost 2 years after Vanya had taken me in, she had another violin recital. It was a big day, so I had made pancakes. I had made lasagna for when she returned home because lasagna is both comfort food and celebratory food. While waiting for her, I started playing one of my favorite songs on the piano, "Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars. I had taken lessons in piano, singing, and acting. After playing the piano for a bit, I decided to paint my nails. I picked black, with silver sparkles. Just as I finished painting my nails, the door opened. I turned around to see Vanya walking in. Her face was sort of frozen, and she seemed really sad. "Mom, what happened," I asked her softly. 

"My dad passed away sweetie," she said while hugging me for comfort.