The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

THIRTY-TWO

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༻ Y/N'S POV ༺

We walked back inside, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As we all stood together, I noticed Five was missing. I scanned the room quickly, my system instinctively analyzing the space. Where is he?

Luther seemed to notice my search, too. "Alright, where's Five?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

Diego, sitting a little too comfortably, didn't look up. "He left," he said nonchalantly.

"What?" Luther's tone sharpened. "Where'd he go?"

Diego shrugged. "Didn't tell us."

I felt the unease build up in my chest. It wasn't like Five to just vanish without a word. I began scanning the building more thoroughly, trying to pinpoint where he might have gone. As I started moving towards the door, determined to find him, Diego's hand grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his grip tight.

"To find Five," I snapped, frustration bubbling up inside me. "He might be in danger."

Diego gave me a pointed look. "He isn't in danger."

I pulled back from him, ready to push forward, but his grip tightened even more. "He left, Y/N. And he told me to keep an eye on you."

I turned to face him fully. "Why would he leave? Did he tell you anything? Where did he go?"

Diego let out a breath. "He didn't tell me because he knew you would scan my head and figure it out." He paused for a moment. "He told me to make sure nothing happens to you."

I locked eyes with him. "I appreciate that, Diego. But I don't need your protection."

Diego gave me a hard look. "Five said if I didn't, he'd break my neck."

I took a slow breath, looking past him toward the door again. My urge to go after Five was overwhelming, but something in Diego's grip kept me from breaking free. After a long pause, I relented.

"Okay," I muttered, accepting for the moment that I couldn't do this alone.

Diego's hand moved to my back, guiding me back toward Luther, Allison, and Klaus. I wasn't happy about it, but I had no choice.

Luther was already talking. "We're not waiting around for him. The concert starts in thirty minutes."

I nodded, but the weight of the situation was starting to feel like too much. We needed a plan—and fast.

Diego's voice cut through the air. "Alright, so what's the plan?"

Luther stood up, clearly thinking it through. "We go to the Icarus Theater."

"That's a location, not a plan," Diego retorted. "Look, you want to be the leader? Fine, but you have to get us all on the same page. Right now, we're all over the place."

Luther took a deep breath, nodding slowly. He knew Diego was right.

Just as Luther was about to speak again, my system went off. Something was wrong.

I felt it before I saw it—presence. A threat.

I turned my head instinctively, scanning the entrance. Masked figures, armed with guns, were entering the building. My heart raced. The sudden jarring reality of it hit me like a punch in the gut.

"Get down!" Luther shouted, and all of us scrambled for cover.

I dove behind the bowling tables with Diego, my body pressing against the hard surface, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched as the masked men began to fire. The sound of bullets tearing through the air was deafening.