Hate and want | Five hargreeves ♡
ALL THE IMAGINES I WRITE ARE WRITTEN WITH THE INTENTION THAT THE CHARACTER IS OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, IT WILL STAY THAT WAY UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺 - 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥.
Five wanted to tell people how much he liked you. He wanted to actually be able to talk to his siblings about how much he fucking adored you. He wanted to tell you everything he had been bottling up for the past two years. But he knew the second he did he would be putting a target on your back. He wanted to keep you safe. He hated having to walk down a street and see other people looking at you with that Interested look in their eyes. He hated it when someone who wasn't you flirted with him, he hated it when Luther said he was incapable of loving someone because he loved you, and he desperately wanted to tell you he was in love with you.
It made him venerable, he knew that. Maybe that was why he was dragging you inside after you had been outside for too long, why he sat you in front of the academy's fire-place with his blanket wrapped around you. He never let anyone else use that blanket, it was a small gesture but he wanted to at least give you some kind if hint that he cared. And you got it, loud and clear. He wanted to yell at you, but he saw you shivering and his heart gave away, he wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm, when you leaned into his chest he closed his eyes and began to savour the moment, you did too.
He hated that he couldn't tell you, he hated that the only thing you two had in common was friendship. He wanted so much more than that, he wanted a relationship with you. He never thought he would recognise himself wanting something like that, but he did, and he hated himself for it.
A/n - I'm going to upload this in parts <3
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