Love With a Deadline

(S1) chap. 11

tw: language

"I remembered last night. Every bit of it."

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Five Hargreeves ↓

I woke up the next morning and Y/n wasn't there. I barely remember last night. I was thinking hard about it, but I don't even fucking remember. It was annoying the hell out of me.

All of a sudden, Diego bursted in when I was talking to Luther. "Piece of shit!" He shouted at me. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" He was walking towards me, obviously angry and frustrated. He was getting close when Luther stood up and stopped him. "No- Get your ape hands off me!"

"I can do this as long as it takes to get you to calm down." Luther said calmly.

After a moment, Diego finally stopped and calmed down. "Our brother has been pretty busy since he's gotten back." He said. "He was in the middle of the shooting at Gimbel Brothers after the guys with the masks attacked the Academy, looking for him. And apparently, Y/n was in the shooting too."

"None of which is any of your concern." I said.

"It is now. They just killed my friend."

(Rip patch you will be missed 🙏)

"Who are they, Five?" Luther asked me.

I didn't answer for a moment before I sighed. "They work for my former employer. A woman called 'The Handler'. She sent them to stop me." I told them. "And as soon as Diego friend got in their way, well... fair game."

"Yeah, well, they're my fair game now." Diego said, walking towards the door. "And I'm gonna see to it that they pay."

"Diego." I said, stopping him in his tracks. "That would be a stupid decision. They've killed far more dangerous people than you."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." And he walked out.

Y/n Hargreeves ↓

I was walking back to Diego's room from taking care of some things when he bumped into me when he walked out.

"What are you-" but he didn't even acknowledge me. Just walked right past. "Asshole." I mumbled, walking in.

Five was awake, sitting up, and every memory from last night came back. I didn't know if he remembered or not, but I wasn't gonna bring it up. I just walked towards him and Luther, leaning against the wall.

"Former employer?" Luther asked. "What's this all really about? And don't give me any of that, 'it's none of your business' crap, alright?"

"Former employer?" I ask.

"A woman called 'The Handler'." Five said, looking up at me.

There was something about the way he was looked at me.

He turned back to Luther. "It's a long story."

Four years ago

Third person ↓