PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊SIXTY NINE :

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WIFE.

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My home . . . My home . . .

You're my home.

Five and I patiently waited, our hands intertwined from underneath the table. My nerves were creeping up on me, resting upon my shoulders and constantly nagging near my ears.

Then . . . he stepped in.

"Five, Y/N . . ."

"Hey, Diego." Five and I simultaneously spoke, causing us both to share an odd side glance.

Familiarity.

Diego stepped around cautiously, dragging his white colored chair out, it giving out an obnoxious scraping sound. I winched slightly at the sound, shivering upon the noise.

"You look good in white." Five suddenly commented bluntly, I expressed a grin as I sat my hand upon the table,

"Really, man." I softly remarked as well, my brows lifted slightly hence my grinning state.

"About time you two showed up . . . sorry I wasn't available earlier, Y/N."

"How'd you know I'd be back?" Five inquired, curious.

We all knew you'd come back . . . I knew you were.

"Because that's the kind of shit you pull."

"Where are the others?" Blunt, like he always was . . . is.

Fuck.

"They're not . . . with you?" Diego lowly questioned, quickly glancing between Five and I. I briefly shook my head in an instant, staring up at the ceiling as I laid back into my chair, hands clasping one another.

"We'll find them . . . I mean, I found you and Y/N already." Five softly muttered. I bit my lip in thought, my grin had fallen a few moments prior.

"How long have you been here, both of you?"

"Me? Seventy-five days . . . "

"Few days . . ." I lowly muttered, looking to the side as my hands fiddled from underneath the table.

I had absolutely no fucking concept of time, ironically, perhaps.

Maybe it has been months of my stay, I really don't know . . . My mind tends to over exaggerate, too.

Like a deer in headlights, no where to run for time stares back uncomfortably with it's loud gouging eyes, prodding on.

Five grunted in response, I looked back at Diego to see him glance up towards us before his gaze fell back to the table.

I took my subtle glare slightly elsewhere, Five.

Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night . . .

It illuminates my pores . . .

And you . . .

Tear me apart . . .

Mercy on me, would please . . . spare me the night?

His mouth parted,

"Landed in the alley behind . . . "