5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine - personal

Personal for Ig user Emma__hemmings

Sitting awkwardly on a soft, leather sofa, your eyes flicker from side to side to take in the room in front of you.
Cream walls, black mantelpiece and a dead fire sat in the centre due to it being mid summer. That would explain the sweat on the back of your neck - if it wasn't for the fact you was meeting Luke's parents for the first time, and your anxiety was sky rocketing by the second.
"I've just gotta go to the bathroom, babe," Luke says, patting your knee and winking at you before leaving you alone in the room.
There was an eerie silence, you would even be able to hear a pin drop. You cough slightly, straightening out the bottom of your dress and picking some lint off of your black tights.
It's all ok. He's already told you his parents will love you. But will they?
"Ahh, Emma!" A soft voice exclaims, Luke's mum strolling into the living room, arms laden with leather bound books and a bright smile on her face, "as soon as Luke said he was bringing home a pretty girl, I grabbed these books quicker than he could hang up."
You both laugh - hers full of excitement, and yours more of an awkward chuckle. She lays them flat on the glass coffee table, pulling up the first one onto her knee and scooting closer to you, in the spot Luke had previously been sat in.
"You're going to enjoy this," she states matter of factly, eyes full of joy as she stares at the cover in front of her before flipping it open to the first page, "this is him a day old."
She explains, pointing out the little hospital band around her wrist and the blue, knitted hat on top of his small head and how tightly he was swaddled in a white blanket.
"He was such a good baby, barely cried," she flicks to another picture, skipping the ones that aren't interesting and telling you the background of the funny ones, "he fell into a plant pot after this was taken."
You both laugh, tears welling in your eyes when she finds the picture of him butt first into a plant pot, blue eyes screwed shut as he yells for help.
"Oh my god, please tell me you have more?" You ask after you finish the first album, and she eagerly nods whilst picking up the second one.
"That was just up to the age of 6. I can assure you I have plenty more."
You hadn't even realised how long Luke had been gone, assuming he was talking to his dad in the kitchen whilst his mum entertained you with his embarrassing childhood photos.
"This one is my favourite!" She points at a picture of Luke, laying down on a sofa with a tie dye shirt on and a snap back, cuddling a stuffed penguin, "look at how adorable he is."
"Aww-"
"What we 'awwing?'" Luke asks as he steps into the room, his mum snapping the album shut with a loud sound that attracts his attention and his full body slumps.
"Mum? Really? Baby photos?!"
"I would never, Luke!"
"Yeah, it was your entire childhood from day 1." You smirk, his mum laughing from beside you as he glares in your direction.
"I hate you both."
"No you don't," you bluntly respond, grinning up at him as a small smile appears on his lips.
"Fine," he huffs, clearly giving in, "but I'm not happy."
He goes to walk away, the pair of you sat on the sofa laughing as he puts his arms around both of your shoulders and then kisses you each on the cheek.
"I am happy to see my two favourite girls getting along though."