aidan gallagher imagines

five minutes

five hargreeves

my arms crossed as it rested on my chest. i turned my head over to the teenage boy sitting at his desk, brushing through different papers as he continuously wrote equations i barely understood. his eyebrows curled into a pressured and focused look. does this boy ever relax?

ever since he got back from the 'future' as he says, he's always been addicted to it. probably more addicted than klaus with his drugs and alchohol. this one took his time and effort, draining him to a pulp. he barely slept, always out of the house and i bet this is going to be longest he's been in the house.

i looked up at the ceiling, resting my head on his pillow while my mind wandered to why he didn't even speak to any of us. even if he did, it would be annoyed and sarcastic.

"five?" i managed to say. he was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't even noticed how his eyebrows curled.

"hmm?" fige hummed. i was expecting him to ignore me because of what he was doing but i was lucky enough that he didn't.

"why don't you lessen up a bit? maybe go out for five minutes or so?" i said, he rose his head only to make it fall back down to what he was doing.

"i can't y/n. don't you get the sentence 'the world ends in 6 days.' ?" he said, the sarcasm obvious in his voice while he wrote.

"yeah, that's the point." i mumbled but five seemed to hear. he gave a deep sigh, his eyes still fixed on the piece of paper.

doesn't he get it?

"what do you mean?" he said emotionlessly. i thought this guy was smart, but then again he's a slow one.

"it means that wouldn't you rather spend at least a minute or two with the people inportant to you? you can't guarantee their safety, giving you more reasons to spend time with them." i said, sitting up from his bed. finally having the courage to actually face him despite only his side were visible to my eyes.

"i don't want to waste a second." he said and i almost palmed my face. i gave him a deep sigh.

"five, look at me." i said stiffly. but he didn't turn around, his hands stopped from writing as it fell to the table. "damn it, five. just look at me." it sounded more harsh that i wanted it to be but that made him look my direction.

"if i was to choose what would happen for the last five minutes of my life, i would spend it with the love of my life. i could trade all the years of my lifes just to spend a single minute with you." i said sincerely, his eyes were looking at me in surprise.

"after all this time?" five said. his eyebrows getting more frustrated everytime. i looked away from his eyes. not wanting to see his dissapointment, let alone tell me that he didn't like me back.

after all the years that he wasn't by my side, it was lonely and sad. i couldn't help but think of how he was or where he was. everyone in the academy left, i only had a few words with pogo and a few smiles with grace since i never visit their home like i used to.

i always came back to wait for five. in his room where i usually lie down and stare at him while he practices his spatial jumps while ranting how horrible his day was because of his father's orders. i would always go back to those moments when he was gone. i would always go through his clothes and covers, hoping the scent of him might fill up the space that misses him too much that it hurts. it hurts how i waited for him for so long.

i would trade anytime to be with him. even a minute would be enough. but even with him working like this, it felt as if he wasn't really there.

"it's always been you. so please, just for five minutes. even for a split second, spend time with me." i didn't realize i was crying until i felt his hand on my cheek. five wiped a tear off as he gave off a small smile.

"i guess saving the world could wait five minutes." he smiled, i gave a sly smile. i jumped onto him, giving him a tight hug as i felt the chair lose its balance.

our bodies were a but hurt from the fall but i couldn't have cared less. all i could think of was how i snuggled into his arms. the warm feeling i felt as we lay down on his carpet floor. i tightened my grip, not wanting to pull away.

"i love you, y/n." five whispered. my eyes widened, he said the L word.

"you do?" i said looking up at him as he looked at the ceiling and then at me. he had a bright smile making him show off his dimples. it wasn't often that he smiled so it was a pleasing sight.

"of course i do." five answered like it was nothing. "when i was in the apocalypse, i could only think of you. how was y/n? is she okay? what is she feeling? does she think of me? does she miss me like i miss her? does she love me the way i love her?" i could feel my cheeks heating up. it wasn't often to see him sincere and cliche.

"i love you too, five. i really do." i replied, he grinned. his arms were tightened around me and i felt how his heart beats. i hoped he could feel mine. how it beats for him.

"you know what?" he said. i tilted my head.

"what?" i asked.

"let's get some donuts and some coffee. i'd love to spend more than five minutes with you." he said and i couldn't help but smile.

"thank you, five."