Luke Hemmings Imagines

You almost reject him

9th grade

I walked closer to Luke's locker, and tried to calm myself down. He was surrounded by all of his friends. He looked so cool.

I've been waiting for him to notice me for a while. The only time he's talked to me is when he needs to borrow a pencil.

I wanted to ask him on a date. We're kinda friends, so it would be completely normal.

"Hey Luke." I said, and he turned to look at me. "Hey." He said, and I looked back up at him. "So. I was wondering, if you didn't have anything to do tomorrow night, maybe we could hang out? It would be really fun.." I said, and cheekily smiled, a blush coating my cheeks.

"With you?!" He asked with a disgusted look on his face. My face dropped, and I slowly nodded. "Why would I spend my time hanging out with fat-ass Amber?" He asked, and I looked down, my eyes filling up with tears.

"Do people really call me that?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah. I made it up." I looked up just as a tear fell from my eye, and frowned. "Oh- I- I- I'm gonna go.." I whispered, and ran quickly towards the bathroom, hiding my face.

12th grade

Oh how the tables have turned

Three years of bullying, and I had enough. Coming back my senior year, I noticed how everything changed.

I became the confident, cocky girl who had guys chasing her, and Luke, well he was a geek.

His social skills dropped once he realized not every body liked him, and not everything was about being noticed. We all saw the real Luke, and nobody really liked it.

Luke stopped bullying people, and became himself. He cared more about grades and work ethic than friends which resulted in him not having any.

He's tried talking to me, and surprisingly only me, but every time he comes around, I end up embarrassing him. But it didn't matter, he caused me to be bullied for three years.

"H-Hi Amber." He said quietly, pulling down the sleeves of his grey jacket. "Hey, puke." I said, and he looked down, scratching the back of his neck.

"I w-wanted to know if m-maybe you wanted to c-c-catch a movie tonight..." He said quietly, and looked back up.

It reminded me of a time when he rejected me so bad, I cried for the rest of the day in the bathroom. I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"With you?!" I asked, and his eyes widened a little. "Yeah- I mean, if you want.." He whispered, and I laughed.

"No. You're disgusting..." I scoffed, and maybe it was a little too harsh, but I didn't care. "I- I just thought- you're really pretty and um I- I-" he started, but I just rolled my eyes.

"Spit it out!" I snapped. He looked taken back, and his lip quivered a little as he looked around at all the people staring and laughing at him.

He crossed his arms over his stomach and pushed up his glasses. "What did I do to you to make you hate me?" He croaked, and my face softened.

He really didn't remember.

"You don't remember?" I asked, and he shook his head. I shut my locker, and motioned for him to follow me. We got to an empty hallway, and I stopped.

"You made high school hell for me." I muttered, and he shook his head. "I really don't remember." He said, and I sighed.

"You made up the name Fat-ass Amber, and ever since, everyone made fun of my weight. It wasn't until last year that I actually stood up for myself." I said, and he sighed.

"I'm so sorry.." He whispered.

"Do you think sorry is gonna fix it?! You don't know what you put me through! I was bulimic my entire sophomore year, and half of my junior year! I know you might've changed, but that doesn't mean that everyone else did!" I snapped.

"I know how it feels now, and I wish I could take everything back. I know how it feels to hate yourself, and I know how it feels to have other people encourage your self hatred, and I know what everything feels like. I'm sorry, and I can't say it enough, I am truly sorry for what I said." He said, and gave me a hug.

"I only said all of that stuff because it made me feel better and more powerful. I felt like I had control of something." He whispered, and I pulled back.

"Is your bulimia better?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I nodded, and smiled a little. "Yeah. It's been almost a year since I last did it." I said, and he smiled.

"So you know what it's like, to have to go through something like that. Trying to hurt yourself to make other people like you?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Luke, do you..? You know? Do you self harm?" I asked, and he snapped his head up. "No. Who told you that?" He asked, and I could tell he was nervous.

"You asked if I knew what it was like to hurt myself for other people. It's okay, I won't tell anyone." I said, and he sighed.

"I've always felt the need to cut myself. Ever since seventh grade. That's when I started getting picked on, and then I got meaner just so people would leave me alone." He said, and I hugged him.

"We have a lot more things in common than I thought." I said, and he smiled. "Yeah. Plenty of things to discuss when we hang out tonight...?" He chanced, so I smiled.

"Sure."