PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊TWENTY FIVE :

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MAN ON THE MOON.

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1996

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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Y/N!" Bruce & Willis sang in unison, they both raised me up with their arms, I laughed as they put me down once again. It was my seventh birthday and they had bursted into my room unexpectedly, waking me up in this progress and started singing.

"Y/N!! Eight Years old!" They both exclaimed as they turned around, turning back they each held a small box in their hands, quickly stuffing it in my hands, I laughed as I sat on the floor of their room. I hastily unwrapped the presents, Bruce had given me a heart necklace where as Willis gave me a pearl one. I smiled.

"Thank you!! I'll never take these off!" I said excitedly as I shot up, engulfing them both in a hug before Mother called us to come down stairs . . .

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I touched my neck in thought, tracing my fingers over the two necklaces that overlapped one another.

What a fond memory.

Luther has left a long while ago, leaving Five and I alone once again. I haven't moved though, I still sat in Five's lap as he kept me there, his hands still held my hips as he intently stared at the building infront of us.

I sighed, a smile tracing my lips as I looked over at Five. He didn't pay mind to my eyes as I continued to stare.

Only for a few minutes though,

"What is it, Y/N?" Five sternly questioned, I laid my head on his chest,

"You look so pretty." I stated softly,

"Pretty?" he scoffed, obviously trying not to smile. I could tell he was flustered by my words as his face reddened.

Five shifted from underneath me, his hand reaching upwards to gently rub my arm, I hummed.

"Darling, have you eaten yet?" I shook my head into his chest, I looked up at his face to see him holding a frown. I clutched onto his blazer as I closed my eyes, a familiar melody flew around my mind;

Deux oiseaux qui dansent
Ce sont tes mains gantées de noir

Toi qui ne sais pas pleurer
Laisse-moi t'aimer

I only remembered that part, this was the last piece of music I've heard before Five and I got stuck in the apocalypse. I never knew what it meant, I remember hearing it on the French radio station at the last shift I had at the library.

I could feel myself slowly drift away in my own thoughts as warm hands caressed me carefully . . .

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"Y/N . . . Y/N, wake up! Y/N . . . Fuck."

Suddenly my body collided with a different material of leather seats, my eyes widened as they shot open, I was now in a different car and at the back seat as well. I dazily took in my surroundings as I had just woken up, rudely as well I might add.