Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's being adorable

I sat in the back seat of the SUV with Luke. Calum sat in the middle, and Michael and Ashton sat in the front. We were all driving back from a concert the boys took me too, and it was a little after three a.m. and we wouldn't get home until four.

I looked over, and Luke had his head leaning against the window with his eyes closed. I looked down, and he had his hand pushed up his shirt. Liz told me that ever since Luke was a baby, whenever he's sleepy he'll push his hand up his shirt and rub his stomach and it's something he's never grown out of.

I personally think it's the most adorable thing in the world.

I was wide awake, so I shook his arm. He sat up a little, and looked over at me. "You're gonna hurt your head if you do that." I said, and pulled him over to me. He laid his head down on my lap, and curled his legs up. I replaced his hand with mine and pushed it up his shirt. I rubbed small circles on his stomach causing him to sigh in content.

"Hey baby?" He mumbled, half asleep

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I love you. Like a lot." he said quietly, keeping his eyes close.

"I love you, too." I said quietly, and he scooted closer to me.

"I wanna kiss you, like all day long." He muttered sleepily causing me to laugh. "Oh really?" I asked, and he nodded. "Yeah. I love when you kiss me. Especially on my neck." He mumbled, and touched his nose to my stomach.

I laughed, and smiled a little. "Go to sleep. You probably have no idea what you're saying right now." I laughed, and continued rubbing his stomach.