Luke Hemmings Imagines

You think he's going to hit you

Honestly, I've been avoiding Luke lately. He's getting so stressed out because of how much work he's doing, and it makes him angry. Whenever he gets angry, he says stuff he doesn't mean. He's done it before, and we almost broke up, so I just don't wanna make him mad.

I'm standing in the kitchen deciding wether I should make him dinner or not. If I make something he doesn't want, he might accuse me of not paying attention to what he does and doesn't like, but if I don't make him anything, he might get mad because of that. Making simple decisions has been extremely tough lately, and I get scared of making the wrong one.

I decided to not make him anything because he might just go through a drive thru or something. Once my vegan chicken and pasta was done, I sat at the kitchen table. I was about to start eating when the door opened. "Hey baby." I said and he lightly smiled, walking to the kitchen.

"Did you not make anything for me?" He asked, and sighed. "I thought you were gonna go somewhere with the guys maybe. I'm sorry, you can have mine." I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"You know I don't like your stupid vegan stuff." He muttered, and walked back into the kitchen.

"Here. I'll make something." I said, and followed after him. "No. Just go." He said, and started looking through the refrigerator. "Did you not go grocery shopping either?!" He asked, his voice raising. "I-I didn't know if I would need to this week since you've been at the studio all the time. I'm sorry." I said quietly, and he groaned.

"Can you do anything right?!" He yelled, and slammed the refrigerator door, causing a few things to fall from the top, and I heard the clinking of glass on the inside. "I-I I d-didn't m-m- Luke I'm scared." I cried, and looked up at him, wiping my eyes. He walked over to me, and brought his hand up, so I flinched back quickly, holding my hands in front of my face.

"You thought I was going to hit you." He said quietly, so I looked back up. His angry expression disappeared, and he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear like he was going to do before. "You shouldn't be scared of me. I'm so sorry." He said, and pulled me close to him. He held my head to his shoulder, and let me cry.

"No matter how stressed I get, I will never hit you. Ever." He said, and kissed the top of my head. "And I'm sorry that I haven't been appreciating you like I should." He said, and I hugged his waist.

"I'm scared to make decisions because I always seem to choose the wrong one." I said, and buried my head back in his shoulder. "Whatever you do is fine, I just seem to need to find a reason to get mad. You shouldn't be scared of something so little like that, and I hate to know I'm the reason why. I love you." He said, and rubbed the back of my head with his hand, ruffling my hair a little.

I dried up my tears, and looked up at him. "I love you, too. Can you come home more?" I asked, and he looked down at me, pushing my hair behind my ear again.

"I'll try my best."