Coup D'etat (FiveHargreevesXReader)

Chapter 11

4 days

While I did sleep in the same bed as Five, so did the doll. I went to get closer to him but she was in the way. Strangely, she had most of the blanket.

I knew this doll for a day. A single day and I was ready to get rid of her. It's crazy. Me, a highly trained and respected assassin, was jealous of a mannequin. The world's ending in in four days and I'm worried about Delores.

"Why was she even in bed last night," I asked Five. "I couldn't just let her sleep on the floor," he said while making coffee. "Would you rather that I'd sleep on the floor?" "Between you or her? You, definitely." "I'll fucking kill you," I stood next to him as I poured me some coffee. He gave me a quick glance, "No you won't." He looked like he was about to kiss me but stopped and looked behind him.

Delores. She sat there. That's all she could do. "Were you about to kiss me," I asked loudly. "No, of course not." I kicked him in the leg, grabbed his arms, and kissed him. He kissed back for a minute then realized she was there. Five pushed me off. "Delores, I promise her and I are just friends." "He's lying. I fucked him the other day," I said and then kissed him again.

He kissed me back, surprisingly. When he parted, he said, "I'm sorry-" "It's okay," I interrupted him with another kiss. He moved me away from him, "You didn't let me finish. I'm sorry but, Delores.." I felt my heart snap. "No, no. I get it. You love her. Her and her plastic skin, bald head, lack of lower body. She's perfect. I guess she can help you with the rebellion." "No, (Y/N), I want you to help!" "Oh, okay! So then you won't mind me doing this!"

I grabbed the plastic by one arm and threw her to the ground. "Hey! Don't fucking do that," Five yelled at me. "Why not? You want me to help!" I kicked her across the room. He blinked over to her. "Oh, so now you can blink?" I grabbed Delores by the blouse and held her out a window. Behind me I heard a gun being loaded. I turned to see Five, the man I was in love with, pointing a gun straight at my head.

"Put her down," he demanded. "Or what? Are you going to shoot me," I teased. He nodded. "Really? Over a piece of plastic?" Silence. "But Five, baby, I love you." He was unphased. "Remember the other day? At the office?" "Shut up." "You seemed to really love me there!" "(Y/N), shut up!" "I mean, you did fuck me in public, Five!" "I said shut up," he screamed and shot the window next to my head.

Startled, I dropped her out the window. He blinked over and caught her. He asked if she was okay. I pulled shards of glass from my arm. He looked at me. "Are you okay," he muttered. I nodded. "Are you jealous of her," he asked me. "No. No. Of course not." "You are. You're jealous of Delores," he laughed, "You're pathetic!" "Maybe if you didn't give all your attention to her! You love her more then you love me."

"Yeah. I know. But, I still love you." I wiped away the tear that started forming. "Even if it's not as much as her, I still do. So stop crying." "I'm not crying." "Then why is there tears on your face," he asked, placing a hand on my cheek, "Stop being a damn baby." He kissed my forehead and sat at the table, drinking his coffee.