Luke Hemmings Imagines

He panics

I laid in Luke's bed with him, my head on his chest, and his hand ran through my hair.

I heard a door slam downstairs, so I looked up at him. He sighed, and met my eyes. I heard yelling downstairs, and he tightened his grip on me.

Whenever Luke's parents fight, he always has to come over to my house because he can't handle it. He hates yelling, and it makes him panic. He's told me before he thinks his parents are going to get a divorce and he thinks it's all his fault.

"Lay down Luke." I whispered, and he moved from his position of sitting up on the headboard, to laying on my chest. I would take him to my house, but that would mean having to go downstairs to leave, and by the volume of their yelling, I didn't want to.

"I wish I would've never even met you! My life would be so much better!" I hear Liz yell. Luke's body began to shake, and I ran my hand through his hair. "Then why don't you just leave?! Nothing's holding you back!" His dad yelled, and it sounded like the voices were getting closer.

"Luke is! He doesn't want us to separate!" His mom screamed, And I could tell they were walking up the stairs. "Like he cares! He doesn't even talk to us half of the time!" His dad snapped back.

"I d-don't talk to them b-because I'm scared of them." He whispered, and I held him tighter.

"Fine. I want out of this house!" Liz said, and it sounded like she was right outside Luke's door.

"She's leaving.." Luke cried, and his breathing quickened. His body shook, and he gasped for air. Tears poured down his face, and he held onto me like he was holding on for dear life.

"Oh Luke.." I whispered, and ran my hand through his hair, and the other one up and down his back. I knew Luke would be okay because this has happened before. There's no use in telling him to calm down because that's something he has to do on his own, but he's told me that I can help if I just lay here with him.

I pressed my lips to his, and his body relaxed. I covered his ears with my hands to block out the yelling outside his door. He never loosened his grip on me, but he kissed me back so softly. I could tell he was still trying to catch his breath a bit, so I took it slow. "I love you..." He whispered before leaning his head back up to kiss me. "I love you, too." I said, and smiled, pressing my forehead to his.

"Please don't leave me." He whispered, and I saw his blue eyes fill with hope.

"I won't." I whispered, and kissed his lips softly again.

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