Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

If Only You Knew (L.H)

* Y/N stands for your name *

"Luke seriously quit wiggling or I will kick your ass out of the bed!" I grumbled.

I snuggled up closer to my pillow, pulling the duvet tighter around my body.

When Luke had asked to stay over tonight, I'd been a bit worried.

He only really asked to stay over when something was up.

"Sorry," he whispered.

He sighed, and put his hand under his pillow.

I closed my eyes again and tried to sleep.

His deep breathing was distracting and I squeezed my eyes tighter, willing sleep to come.

He kept wiggling and I couldn't take it anymore.

I rolled over in a huff and he glanced at me.

"Sorry," he whispered again.

"Luke seriously stop wriggling," I snapped.

His face fell and he looked so hurt by the way I'd lashed out at him.

I suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," I apologised, speaking softly.

"It's okay. I'll stop," he muttered.

He rolled over onto his side, putting his back to me.

I reached my hand out to him, hesitating and not knowing whether to go further.

I pulled back my hand with a sigh and lay back, my back to his back.

I drifted off to sleep, and he didn't wriggle again.

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I began to wake slowly as the bed shifted.

I could hear him rolling to face me and felt his breath on the back of my neck as he came close.

I froze, my eyes staying closed, afraid to open them and ruin the moment.

His lips pressed to the back of my neck and I felt my heart speed up.

What was he doing?

My hair was cascading across the pillow and he moved it, brushing it aside.

He shifted again and I cracked my eyes open a little, peeking behind me.

He was moving so he hovered above me, leaning on his elbow.

I snapped my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

His lips pressed to my shoulder and I held my breath, as he trailed soft kisses down my arm.

"I wish this wasn't so hard," he whispered out loud.

His finger stroked my hand softly, and he sighed.

He brushed the lose strands of hair from my face and his finger crooked, as he stroked my cheek.

"This is killing me," he whispered, the pain evident in his voice.

I wanted to open my eyes and beg he explain those things.

It was clear this was something he'd never say in front of me.

And I wondered if he would tell anyone.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead, then my nose and finally pecking my lips.

"I love you so much princess. If only you knew," he whispered.

He sighed and pulled back, laying on his pillow again.

I felt tears seep from my eyes and escape down my cheeks.

He'd just proclaimed his love for me without even knowing I could hear.

He was afraid to let me know and I felt like I should keep his secret.

But wouldn't it be better for him if he knew I loved him too?

What was the point in holding back now?

"Luke," I sobbed.

I turned to him and he was staring at me with wide eyes.

"Did you really mean all that?" I asked between sobs.

He gulped and nodded, and even in the darkness I knew his cheeks were flushed.

"Luke," I cried, reaching for him.

His hands outstretched, searching for me in the dark.

"I meant every word," he promised, his voice barely a whisper.

"How would you feel if I told you your feelings are reciprocated?" I sniffled.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, and he reached for my face.

His thumb swiped at the tears that I'd missed and he cupped my cheeks in his palms.

"I'd feel fucking amazing," he exclaimed.

"I love you Luke," I told him.

I watched as he grinned, feeling so happy and content in this moment.

"I'm sorry I waited so long," he frowned.

I touched his lips, pulling them up into a smile.

"Don't think about that. As long as we're together now," I assured him.

He smiled as he pulled me close to his chest, holding me tightly.

And we fell asleep in each other's arms.