Number Eight // Five Hargreeves

~COMPLETED~
a number five love story <3
**Takes place in season 2**
MATURE LANGUAGE
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

"She came through the portal," I whisper to myself, questioning how the hell that's even possible. We were the only ones in the theater, except for Vanya...

"What portal? What are you talking about?" Diego says as the rest of them look at me with confusion plastered on their faces. Like I said. Only one with common sense. Or any sense. Whatsoever.

"While you were all busy bickering and reliving shit from the past ten years, a portal opened, except for once, it wasn't mine. She must have fallen through it seeing as how she's still dry-" I stop mid sentence as something catches my eye.

"F-Five?" I ignore Luther yet again. I crouch down in front of the girls body, and raise her sleeve.

What the hell. No, this can't be possible. There were only seven.

"What the fuck..." Diego says what we were all thinking. I turn to look at them, all of them also in utter shock at what we are seeing. I take her wrist in my hand, and run over the black outline that covers her skin with my thumb, to make sure it's real and I'm not just imagining it. But it doesn't wash off. It's there clear as day.

A black umbrella with the number 8.

-- Vanya is not in this story ! and Five is actually 16 years old, not the older version of himself in a younger body (putting that in a love story just felt very weird to me lol)
I don't own any of these characters except Tessa Romano :)