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Six Months ~ Luke Hemmings Imagine

Your apartment feels lonely without Luke's clothes scattered on the bedroom floor, his guitar that had been sitting in the corner, or his drawer full of his flannels. He moved all of his things out before he left for tour, and normally he wouldn't have, but this time he wasn't coming back.

"It's six months, Y/N," he sighed.

"So? I'll wait for you, you know that," you cried.

"I can't ask you to do that this time. It's too long. You'll find someone else before I can get back," he said, shaking his head. "I can't just ask you to wait around for me."

It had been his idea. Luke broke up with you. He moved his things out. He left the country for a six month tour. He should be fine, but you're not. And you don't know it, but he isn't either.

"Come on, Luke," Calum was practically begging him at that point. "We're celebrating the first show. You can't just stay in here all night."

"Yeah, I think I can," Luke said, absently taking another bite of the cereal in front of him.

Calum let out a sigh in frustration. "Why'd you do it?" he asked suddenly. "Why'd you break up with her if it was only going to do this to you?"

Luke froze, finally allowing himself to look at Calum and shrugging ever so slightly. "I didn't want to come home to see that she's moved on. I couldn't handle that."

You don't know that he's been sulking around the tour bus for days now, refusing to go out with the boys and staying in his bunk when he could.

"We've got to do something," Calum stated. "He's not getting any better."

"What're we supposed to do?" Michael asked. "He won't get out of that damned bunk."

"We can call Y/N and talk to her, see if she can talk to him," Ashton suggested.

You're phone ringing snaps you out of your thoughts, reaching over to answer it. Seeing that it's Calum makes you hesitate, but with a sigh you answer. "Hello?"

"Hey," he says. "We need to talk."

"Okay?" you ask.

"Luke's a wreck, and I know you probably don't want to talk to him, but I think it would help if you did," he explains, getting straight to his point.

"What makes you think he wants to talk to me? You know he broke up with me," you reply.

Your hands are fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you listen to Calum sigh. You can't imagine Luke being a "wreck" after he had seemed so sure that day. He doesn't text or call. Why should you care? But, of course, you do.

"He regrets it, Y/N. He's not the same. You've got to try, please," he says.

You think for a second. "Give him the phone," you finally say. There is a shuffling sound on the other line, then silence, then light breathing. "Luke?" you ask. "I can hear you breathing, babe."

You can hear his chuckle. "Hey, Y/N."