Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's being stubborn

"You were totally into him!" Luke whined as we walked in the door. Ever since we went to some random guys party, and Luke saw me laughing at something a guy said, he's been acting weird. He even made me drive home while he just looked out of the window.

"I was not! What are you talking about Luke." I groaned, and held onto his arm as he walked up to the bedroom. He pulled me up the stairs, and started taking off his clothes. I watched as he pulled a t-shirt out, and walked over to me.

"You were talking with that guy all night. He wasn't even that good looking." Luke mumbled, and unzipped my dress. He let it fall down my body, and then he placed his shirt over my head. He then pushed his hands up my shirt, and unclipped my bra.

"He's funny, Luke." I argued, and he rolled his eyes, removing my bra, and throwing it in the hamper, getting me ready for bed.

"See! You are into him!" He whined, and walked to his dresser, pulling out basketball shorts, and pulling them up on himself. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. "Luke. I'm not into him." I groaned, and sat beside him. He didn't look at me or say anything. I tried kissing his cheek but he just turned his head. "Baby.." I mumbled, and placed my hand on his thigh.

He didn't respond instead he just climbed under the blankets and laid on his stomach with his arms under his head. I sighed, and crawled onto his bare back, and sat down on his butt. I rubbed up and down his back, and started massaging his shoulders. "Luke. I promise that I don't like him." I whispered, but he still didn't say anything.

"You're my one and only. I promise." I whispered, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. I saw a smile creep onto his face, and he turned around, smiling at me. "I love you." He whispered, so I kissed his lips quickly. "I love you too." I said quietly, and laid down on his chest.