Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's being cute

I walked into Luke's room a little after 8 a.m. I always come here early because he's still asleep, and he's cute when he's sleepy.

I crawled on top of him, and he stirred around. He ended up laying on his stomach, and I sat on his back.

"Luke wake up." I leaned down and whispered in his ear, rubbing his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side a little, so I planted a soft kiss on his neck. "I love you." I whispered, and shook him. "Luke. Wake up." I said at a normal volume, and he shook his head. "No. Keep whispering in my ear." He said softly, and laid his head on his arms.

I smiled down at him, and, laid on his back. I placed my mouth beside his ear, and ran my hand through his hair. "I love you, Luke. I love everything about you." I whispered as softly as possible, and felt shivers run through his arms.

I rubbed his arms, and kissed his temple. "I love the way you hold me. The way you hug me. The way you kiss me.." I trailed off. "I love the way you look into my eyes and tell me you love me. I love how you rub my back when I'm trying to fall asleep. I love how you listen to me when I cry instead of telling me to stop." I said, and lightly rubbed my fingers up his neck. He shivered again, and let out a little breath.

He turned over on his side, and pulled me down with him. He covered me with the blankets, and pulled me as close as possible. He pressed his hands to the side of my face, and pressed his forehead on mine. He looked down into my eyes and smiled. We were so close that our lips were touching, and he spoke gently onto them. "You're so pretty." He whispered, and smiled again, nuzzling our noses together.

I smiled at how adorable he was being, and ran my hand through the back of his hair.

"I love you so so so much" he whispered