The Breakup | Five Hargreeves x Reader Story

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Y/n's Pov

I opened my eyes, still groggy, to see the sun was already up and it's rays peeking through the enormous window, brightening up the dark room. I was snuggled into Five's chest, inhaling his addictive scent. I bit my lower lip and felt my cheeks burning at the flashes from last night. It was wild... and oh so good. I traced my fingertip on Five's chest, wondering if that was just a dream, and I would wake up from this oblivion any minute now. I wanted to savor this moment while it still lasted. I gently pulled out of his embrace and sat beside him, covering my body with the silly duvet, staring at the piece of art he was. I'd realized he was inked, but a umbrella tattoo on his arm that caught my attention. I peeked over to get a good look at it. I wondered if his tattoo had any meaning to him.

"Good morning." His still sleepy, husky voice. "What are you looking at?"

"Your tattoo," I admitted. "Does it have any meaning to you?"

He took a deep breath before pulling up and resting his back on the cushioned headboard.

"It does, yes." Five admitted.

"What does the umbrella stand for?" I asked.

He look away, and his eyes filled with pain.

"I'm sorry." I quickly picked up on the mood change. "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, Y/n," he said softly before gazing at me. "Let's get us something to eat." A wag to escape the topic. "There's a nice restaurant nearby I'm sure you'll like."

I was taken aback, he remembered. I thought was just pretending to Liston to my rambling the day before. Five cleared his throat, looking around the floor with the pieces of our clothes scattered all over it, and I bet my cheeks flushed the deepest shade of red.

"Five?" I said timidly, and he turned to face me. "About last night..." I felt the urge to clarify this to him. I wasn't myself the other night. Not that I regretted what happened, but it was so unlike me. Usually, I would never end up in bed with a man I hardly knew. But with Five, it was different. It felt like an irresistible attraction between us, pulling us to each other like magnets, pulling me to him in ways I couldn't grasp. Whenever I was close to him, the world around me seemed to fade. It felt like he was my drug I failed to resist. Instead, I kept craving more.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped your boundaries," he cut me off, slightly troubled.

"No," I protested. It' was the best night I'd ever had. "I just want you to know that I'm not a one-night stand kind of a girl. Usually." My cheeks burned, and I looked down at my ring finger, remembering that if it weren't for Five, I'd wear an engagement ring on my hand. An engagement ring from a man who cheated on me and whom I didn't love, yet I couldn't help but feel guilty.

Five reached for my hand and cupped it in his.

"Who said it was a one-night stand?"

I looked at him, surprised by his words. "Five, I have no experience. You don't have to—"

Five brought his hand to my face, running his thumb over my lips before whispering. "Don't overthink, Y/n. Let's just go with the flow. At least for now."

I scouted through Five's fridge, grabbing food to make us breakfast. I put them down on the countertop and rooted around multiple shelves before finding a frying pan. I broke the eggs on the pan, sprinkled them with some neatly set herbs and standing beside the stove, and added a few slices of bacon and coffee that I brewed in the meantime in a fancy coffee maker.

"Mmm, what is that delicious smell?" Five entered the kitchen, dressed in a white T-shirt and black pants. He grinned, revealing his perfect, white teeth while running his fingers through his wet hair.