The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

TWELVE

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༻ FIVE'S POV ༺

The silence in the car was thick as Y/n settled into the back seat, shutting her eyes and turning off her hearing. The only sounds left were the faint hum of the engine and the faint shuffling of movement from the front seat as Luther climbed in. His size made it a tight squeeze, but he managed to wedge himself in, shutting the door with a bit of effort.

"You okay?" Luther asked, shooting me a glance.

"You shouldn't be here. How did you even find me?" I said, confused and annoyed.

Luther pointed at the back of the van, and before I could respond, a voice piped up, cutting through the tension.

"Hey, a little privacy, guys. I'm trying to learn how to braid her hair back here," Klaus said, appearing in the rearview mirror. I whipped around, and sure enough, Klaus was sitting behind Y/n, his fingers tangled in her hair, carefully weaving strands.

"Get out! You can't be here!" I shouted, grabbing an empty can and tossing it at him. He flinched and screamed, nearly dropping the donut in his hand.

"Seriously? What are you all doing?" Luther said, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looked between Klaus and me.

"I'm in the middle of something." I said.

"Any luck finding your one-eyed man?" Klaus asked, shifting his attention to me.

"No," I whispered, my voice strained.

"What's he talking about?" Luther asked, his brow furrowed.

"Does it matter? It's Klaus," I muttered, sighing. "What do you want, Luther?"

Luther took a breath, looking between us, eyes serious. "Um... so, Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. I need you to come back to the academy. It's important."

"Important? You have no concept of what's important," I snapped, my patience fraying.

Klaus, seemingly oblivious to the serious tension, piped up. "Hey! Did I ever tell you about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding? It was so painful." He laughed, the sound absurd and unsettling.

"What are you still doing here?" Luther shot at Klaus, his voice exasperated.

"I—what? I need an excuse to hang out with my family?" Klaus retorted, crossing his arms and leaning into the back of the seat.

"We're trying to have a serious conversation," Luther said, his voice edged with frustration.

"What, and I'm incapable of being serious? Is that what you're saying?" Klaus asked, eyes wide with mock offense.

Luther glanced at me, then back at Klaus. "You should get out."

Klaus sighed, throwing his hands up. "Fine. But I'm taking Y/n."

"You're not taking her," I said, the words flat and firm.

"Why not? She's the only one who listens to me and thinks I'm fun to be around. And she's not even real—she has no feelings!" Klaus exclaimed, as if that was supposed to convince me.

Luther looked at me, then back at Klaus. "Just let him take her," he muttered, exasperated.

"I wouldn't let any of you watch her for two seconds," I said, my voice dropping dangerously.

"Come on. Stop being so overprotective. Let her experience the real world, not just your controlling bubble," Klaus said, smirking like he'd won.

I didn't reply immediately. My gaze fell on Y/n, still on silent mode, eyes closed and unmoving. The idea of her being with Klaus made my skin prickle, but I couldn't deny that she needed a change. A break. Just this once.