♡Au: five starts confessing his feelings for you while drunk♡
3rd person pov
Tick tock...tick tock..
Y/n stared at the ceiling. She had counted 104 sheep, she tried reading a book, she even thought about drinking a warm glass of milk. She just couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.
Sitting up, she looked around desperately trying to find something to help her ease her mind. Nothing. She froze, trying to listen to a sound, anything at all even if it meant she could use it as an excuse to not sleep.
Bump!
'What was that?" Y/n's room was right next to Five's room. She looked at her alarm clock 3:21am fuck.
Bump!
She grew concerned. What if five was in trouble? What if people broke in and tied him up and he's signaling for help? She pulled her bed sheets off her and crept towards the hallway next to fives door.
She leaned her head on his door to listen more. She couldn't hear anything anymore. Uh oh.
First person pov
I barge in fives room. "Five are you okay?" I call out to him. But as I looked at his bed I realized he wasn't there. I walk more inside and find him on the floor leaning on the wall that separated our rooms.
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(ITS SO BLURRY LMFAO)
I then watch as five lifts his head up slightly and then hits the wall. So that's what that noise was..he was just banging his head against my wall..why??
"Five are you okay?" I said closing the door behind me and sitting next to him. He looks up slowly to face me. He gives out the weird smile, his face is all red, and he reeked of alcohol on his breathe. "An angel" he whispers out. He giggles to himself for a moment.
"What did you take?" I asked frantically looking for any substance. "Wine" "dads wine??" "Shuuuuusshhhhhhh" he drags out a shushing noise and puts on finger on his lips. "He will never know angel." He chuckled. I stood there watching him for what felt like hours. Five turned his head up to me and stared. "You know I always thought you were so pretty." He dropped his head back on the wall which created that familiar bump sound.
I was silent, stood still but my heart felt like it ran a marathon. "Really?" I whispered not daring to make a sound in fear to wake up from this dream. "Yes" his eyes were closed, his finger tips tapped on the floor in a melodic rhythm. The more I looked at him the more I saw an angel, sitting on the clouds that held heaven. I crouched down to his level and took a seat right next to him. "Five? If you think I'm so pretty then why haven't you said anything?" He took a second to respond, "Cause you're you, when I see you I choke up. You have this thing about you that makes anyone fall to their knees." I smiled. Five and I never talked that much only if we needed something from the other or just small talk.
The tension was so thick Diego could slice it with his knife. "You know five..I think you're pretty too" I whispered. He looks at me and chuckles. Shaking his head, "Never thought I'd hear you say that" I laughed, but then I glance at the clock on his wall facing us. Oh shit.. 3:42am.
I quickly get up and clear my throat, "Hey let's go to bed, we have training in the morning." I grabbed the drunken boy on the arm and pull him upward. He rubbed his eyes, "of course angel." He slumps over onto me, he's quite heavy. I carry him to his bed and pull a blanket over him. He's just gonna have to sleep in his suit. I walk away but he grabs my arm. "Stay with me angel." He says, his drowsy green eyes looking up at me. "I can't. Tomorrow let's talk more..okay?" I comfort him. He nodded. I lean over and kiss his cheek.
The morning felt like hell for me. I did not want to wake up at all. I only got 2 hours of sleep. I rolled over in my bed and opened my eyes for a split second. "Five??" My eyes shot open as I sat up. There he sat across the room staring at me.
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"Morning. Dad sent me here to get you." He stated leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. "How long have you been here?" "Not even 5 minutes long" he says calmly. "Y/n about last night.." he trailed off, looking in any direction but mine. "I'm sorry, I had no idea I would confess to you like that." He rubs the back of his neck. I smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you said something in the first place, cause well I thought you hated me." Five widened his eyes, "what? Id never hate you y/n" I shrugged at his response. "Y/n, I like you alot" "I like you too five" he gets up and dusts himself off, "I'm never stealing dad's liquor ever again." He sighs. "I don't know, I kinda like drunk five." I laugh.
