Luke Hemmings Imagines

He mistreats you around the boys

I walked into the living room where the six boys were. The guys, and Jack and Alex. They were all watching a big football game, but I wasn't really interested.

They were currently all mad because the team they didn't want to win just scored.

"Hey Luke? Do you guys need anything?" I asked, and placed my hand on his shoulder from behind the couch. "No. We're fine." He mumbled. "Are you sure? I can cook you guys something if you're h-"

"Just shut up, and go work out or something. You need it anyway." He said, and I stepped back a little. "Okay I know you're upset about the game but that was completely disrespectful and irrelevant." I said, and he rolled his eyes. "I don't care. Just telling the truth." He said, and I walked out of the room quickly.

I ran up the stairs and felt tears fall from my eyes. That was so embarrassing, and all the guys heard him too. I changed out of my sweater, and put on some running shorts, and a tank top with a sports bra under it. I put on my running shoes, and stepped in front of the mirror.

He's right. I guess he speaks his mind when he's mad.

My legs touched the entire way down, and my gut poked out from behind my tank top. I felt embarrassed to even be wearing these clothes, but they were the ones I wanted to look good in, so I might as well work out until they fit right.

He had rock hard abs, and a nice skinny frame. He must be ashamed to be married to someone like me. He's probably had better. Whenever we go to bed he probably struggles to get his arms all the way around me. And now I'm thinking back to all the times we've made love. I've probably looked disgusting.

I wiped my eyes, but they still looked red and puffy. I didn't care, so I just walked downstairs. I opened the front door, but before I could leave I heard Luke speak up.

"Hey. Where are you going?" He asked, looking at my outfit. I immediately tried hiding my body from him. "Nowhere." I said quietly, and turned around. "Seriously. Where are you going?" He asked, and stepped away from the guys to come talk to me.

"I'm going for a run, okay?" I sighed, and shut the door knowing he probably had something else to say. "Please don't go because of what I said." He said, and I rolled my eyes. "You're perfect." He continued, and I laughed. "No I'm not. I'm fat." I said, and he pulled me into his chest.

"Don't listen to a thing I said. I'm an idiot for telling such a beautiful girl those lies." He whispered, and kissed my forehead. "You actually think I'm perfect. Even if my legs touch, and I don't have a flat stomach?" I asked, and looked up at him. "That's what makes you perfect."