5sos Imagines

Not As Okay As I Thought - Part Six

Hooking your fingers in the belt loop of your pants, you slowly shimmied them up your body, the post-shower moisture on your skin making the jean fabric cling to you. As you finally buttoned them you heard a light knock at the bathroom door.

"Y/n? You almost done?" Layla called.

You had just recently gotten back on speaking terms with both her and Ricky after the inhaler debacle from a few days prior. Needless to say it had been a gruesome last 3 days, each night having to go on stage and perform, adding meticulously planned banter seeing as you and your bandmates no longer "jelled" with each other. But last night you managed to break them down, after a series of apologies and several long and drawn out speeches.

"Just about finished." You replied, adjusting your billowing peasant top, the one that Luke had gotten you back when you were together. You hadn't seen this top since the two of you had broken up. But seeing as how it had come to be one of your favorite tops, you couldn't bare to part with it and hoped one day you would eventually be able to overcome the social taboo that came along with it . And today was that day, where you actually proud and relieved that you had obsessively packed it, any other day it would be sitting at the bottom of your suitcase mocking you for your odd tendency to bring it on tour like a security blanket. But today was different. You had agreed to meet Luke for dinner around 6 this evening and you knew that he had a soft spot for this top, partly because it was a resemblance of what used to be, and partly because the reason he bought it for was for the way it softly cascaded down your body, the collar resting lightly on your clavicle before dipping down to just above your perky breasts, the only thing keeping it from exposing your chest being the thin string that tied it together, hinting at what he wanted, but leaving something to his imagination. You knew it drove him wild and even if you wouldn't fully admit it, that's exactly where you wanted the night to lead to. Snapping back in to reality you grabbed your makeup bag, once again checking to make sure your eyeliner was perfectly winged and your rouge lipstick perfectly outlined your lips. You quickly opened the door, giving a slight jump as you were met face to face by an impatient Layla.

"It's all yours." You smiled, your voice tinged with a sing songy tone as you knew you were still walking a thin line with her. She gave you a soft thanks before slipping past you in to the cramped bus bathroom and shutting the door, leaving you alone in the silence of the dormant bus. Your other two bandmates had gone out for the evening, apparently having pined over going to some restaurant for the past month, and had left as soon as the bus had stopped moving. But not before instructing both you and Layla of exactly how to carry their luggage to their hotel rooms, a burden bestowed upon you two which you had yet to finish and would have to be given solely to Layla as it was coming up on 6. You gave your self one last look down in the hall mirror before grabbing your wallet and putting on your boots, mentally pep talking yourself as you went. The very idea of being alone with Luke made your stomach flip and you knew it would take all your willpower to avoid turning to putty at one glance from him. You didn't want all of your efforts from before to go to waste, but you also didn't want the sexual tension to go to waste either, an internal conflict that you knew would be your demise if you didn't pull yourself together. Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. You glanced at the screen, the sight of Luke's name causing you to swallow hard. You slowly slid the button to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, y/n. I'm here." His soft voice filled your head, momentarily fogging all rational judgement.
"Do you want me to come up and get you or wait in the lobby?" He spoke again, dragging you back to reality.

"U-uh um no. No we're in the back lot in the bus, I'll come to you." You stuttered.

"Great, I can't wait to see you." You could hear the smile on his voice and even the mental image brought a blush to your cheeks. Without another word, you hung up the phone, not wanting to risk saying anything incriminating as far as your current situation was concerned. You called a quick goodbye to Layla before exiting the bus, making your way toward the back exit of the lobby, heels of your boots playfully clicking against the concrete. As you entered to hotel you were met with a blast of cooled air, sending a chill up your spine from the stark contrast it had to the warm night outside. Walking down the lofty corridor, you listened to the usual hotel murmur echoing around you, using it to calm your nerves. As you entered the lobby you immediately found Luke, his lanky body rested against a pillar as he picked at the hem of his button up shirt, the sleek black material somehow working perfectly with his ripped skinny jeans. You took in his features, broad shoulders hunched over in concentration, making him appear as intimidating as a small child, converse-clad feet pointed towards each other in this cute position that was uniquely his own and some how extremely attractive. He looked up as you made your way toward him, your pace having increase slightly when you saw him. His face broke in to a smile and he pulled himself upright, still towering over you even in your heels, you noted as you reached him.