The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

SIXTEEN

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I kept my head against Five's, my presence still and unbroken. He didn't stir, his breathing soft and steady despite the chaos around him.

Then, the woman's voice pierced the quiet. "There's another one here. I'm gonna call security." Her words were sharp, disapproving. I glanced up just in time to see her walking away, her eyes lingering on us with barely disguised irritation.

Before I could process more, Diego and Luther appeared, their footsteps steady as they approached us. Both of them looked down at Five, who remained unconscious, the empty whiskey bottle still dangling loosely in his hand.

"Is he, uh...?" Luther asked, his voice hesitant, but his eyes scanning Five's still form.

"Drunk as a skunk," Diego added with a smirk, nodding as though he were almost relieved by the sight. Five didn't respond. He was too far gone, his body limp and relaxed from the alcohol.

I looked at the two of them, my voice cutting through the moment. "Due to Five's lack of energy, I'm sure one of you could carry him."

Luther and Diego exchanged glances, silent for a moment, as if processing the task at hand. I could see the tension between them. Neither spoke for a moment longer.

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The alley was cold and dark, the only sound the soft shuffle of our footsteps as we moved quickly through the night. Luther, carrying Five in his arms, was doing his best to keep up while trying to avoid the occasional bump or scrape against the walls. Five, still half-drunk and slurring his words, was a dead weight in his arms, but Luther didn't complain. We all had a job to do.

"Well, we can't go back to the house," Luther muttered, his voice low as he walked beside us. "It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

Diego nodded in agreement, his hand resting on his knife. "My place is closer. No one will look for them there."

Just then, Five belched loudly, the sound breaking through the heavy silence between us. Luther shot him a look, a bit of annoyance flickering in his eyes. "If you vomit on me..." Luther warned, his voice tight with barely contained frustration.

But Five, in his drunken stupor, just let out a laugh. "You know what's funny?" he slurred, his head lolled back in Luther's arms. "I'm going through puberty. Twice. And I... I drank a whole bottle, didn't I?"

We all exchanged a look, a quiet acknowledgment that Five's ramblings were going to be a part of the journey now. But no one said anything as we continued walking.

"That's what you do when the person you loved and the world you knew goes bye-bye. Poof, it's gone," Five added, his voice low and distant, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

The rest of us kept quiet. What could we say?

"What are you guys talking about?" Five asked, his voice suddenly sharp, a hint of confusion in his drunken tone.

"Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night," Luther explained, his voice steady as he glanced at Five. "They came looking for you and little Siri here."

Diego chimed in, his tone dry, "That's what we're trying to figure out. What do they want?"

Five blinked, confused. "Who?"

I couldn't help but speak up. "He's talking about me, Five. He's just using his words sarcastically," I said, trying to keep things light.

Five turned to me, his gaze fuzzy, and gave a lopsided grin. "What? They hurt you? Where's my gun?" he muttered, his eyes darting around, searching for something.