Precognition (five x reader)

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                            "The bakery"

Five's POV

"Why do you think Y/n is so secretive about her life?" Diego asks us
"Maybe her parent is as bad as ours" Klaus speculates

"Maybe because she doesn't like us" Luther says
I scoff "The only person here she doesn't like is you"
"I don't think she's all that fond of you either" Allison says

Diego laughs "She doesn't hate anyone as much as Luther"
"What's wrong with me?" Luther asks
"I think her exact words were: he's a *sshole" Klaus says pointedly
Everyone laughs besides Luther, "And Five isn't?"
I shrug, "at least I admit to it"

"I've been to her house" Vanya quietly chimes in switching the conversation again
"Why did you get to go but not us?" Diego asks, offended
"Because her mom wouldn't like you"
Diego raises his eyebrow "What's wrong with me?"
"You throw knives at people" Luther says
Vanya sighs sadly "And her mom is really sick"

Y/n's POV
2 days later

After I close the bakery I sit on the roof. I love the owner, she always lets me close so I can come up here. I think this may be my favorite place in the world, not that I've ever been anyplace else. Despite all the pollution of the city I can usually see the stars from here and it's beautiful. Besides that I like to watch the cars go by sometimes, like the vintage yellow Cadillac that pulled into the parking lot at the gym next to the bakery a minute ago.

I hear a whoosh next to me and immediately know who it is.
"What are you doing here?" I ask shortly
"I heard they have good cinnamon rolls here"
"We're closed" I say pulling my knees into my chest

He sits down next to me, "I'm sorry about your mom"

Five's POV

I sit down next to her, "I'm sorry about your mom" I normally would never apologize, but if I had someone that loved me I'd probably feel really bad if they were dying, besides Diego is forcing me to talk to her.
Be nice he told me. I hate them both.

She looks mad for a moment, but her face softens. She laughs sadly, "wow, I can't believe I got an apology from Five Hargreeves, the apocalypse must be coming or something"
"Simmer down, it's not happening ever again" I tell her
She puffs, almost a laugh

I debate whether to question her more or not, especially since I don't like her, but my curiosity gets the best of me "is your mom going to be ok?"
Her eyes glaze over, I wish I hadn't asked now
"I hope so" she says "if I can get the money together"
"I'm sure it'll be fine"

She sighs obviously ready to end the awkward silence, "want a cinnamon roll on the way out?"
"Really?"
She laughs "No"
"See why people don't like you now?" I ask her in a mocking tone
She stands up eye level to me, "Why? Because I'm funny?"

"Right" I go to open the door but she grabs my arm
"Don't" she says "there's a fire"
I scoff "ha ha"
She looks at me seriously "No, I'm serious. Someone set a fire. So we can't get out"

"Ok, hold my hand and I'll jump us down" I say
"Aw, you want to hold my hand" she jokes
"Shut up or I'll leave you here"
She laughs and awkwardly grabs my hand.
Her hands are so sweaty, or is it mine?
I jump us down to the ground and she wipes her hands on her pants while she runs to the phone booth to call the fire department.

After a minute she comes back "they're on the way and they're going to alert my boss about the fire. You weren't supposed to be here at this hour so you should probably go"
"I don't want to leave you by yourself" I say. Despite the fact that I can't stand her I feel bad leaving her alone on the streets of New York alone at night.
"Care about me now?" She kids making eye contact with me
I roll my eyes "I can leave"

Y/n's POV

He rolls his eyes "I can leave"
I don't want him to go. I won't admit it but I'm scared "Five, I think someone is after me"
"That's ridiculous" he says "why would they be?"
"I see the future, not read minds, but I can feel it"

He sigh "can you see who?"
"We can't figure out who he is" I tell him
"I know, that's why I asked"
"I can't see who, but it's not the man who sets the fire"
"Really helpful Y/n" Five says
"How about you look in the future if you can be more exact" I seethe
"Look, I don't mean it like that, but can't you look further?"
I look down to avoid eye contact "I'm not strong enough"

"Fine, just tell me about the guy that set the fire"
"He owns the ice cream shop by your house, but he's not there. He's short, like you" I laugh. I'm so funny.
"I hate you"

"And bald with green eyes and a mustache and he when he doesn't help you, you kill him" I inform him
"So much like me." He says sarcastically, "we'll, that's something we can start with" he considers me for a moment, "And we can help you train, at the academy"
"and you can learn how to not kill everyone you don't like"

He scoffs "you always have a comment"
"YoU aLwAyS hAvE a CoMmEnT" I mock
"Every day you give me another reason to hate you"
"You're so immature"
"Says the one mocking me like a five year old."