5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke imagine - personal

Personal for IG user @/Mia.terranova

You look across the busy courtyard to the far end table. Your boyfriend, Luke, was sitting down with his friends all laughing and joking.
"He's such an idiot," you mutter to yourself, trying to focus on the conversation with your friends and not the douchebag you call a boyfriend.
Is he even your boyfriend anymore? You both had a pretty big bust up last night, which resorted in you leaving his house and storming to your own around the corner.
All because you prematurely told him you loved him. Not your fault, you've always been vocal with your feelings. He's the one with the issues if he can't even say it back. All he said was 'err, thanks?' And that's when it snowballed into this.
"Why aren't you sitting with Luke today?" A friend asks, and you groan and flop your head into the table, "that bad, huh?"
"Very," you grit, your eyes flickering over to his table quickly to see him staring at you.
You mouth a 'what?' shrugging your shoulders to give it a bit of attitude, and he rolls his eyes at your behaviour 'don't be like that' he mouths back and you want to shout at him to fuck off. He's the one with the problem, he could have reacted to your 'I love you' so much better than he did. But he never. Typical boys.
You spin your phone around on the table in front of you, watching it light up with his name as he texts you.
L: can we talk?
Y: no
You lock your phone and can feel his eyes burning into your face, you look up quickly to see his frowning at you. It's the same face he does when he's not getting his own way.
L: please? If not, I'll have to take extreme measures
You don't bother replying, just shoving your phone back into your pocket and immersing yourself into a friends conversation.
"Can I have everyone's attention please?"
You practically spin in your chair to face your sort-of boyfriend. He's standing on his bench, calling out for people to listen, and everyone is fixated on him. He is Luke Hemmings after all.
"Umm," he coughs awkwardly, scratching his the back of his head once he notices he literally has the attention of the entire courtyard, "well, thanks."
He chuckles slightly and everyone joins in, but you can tear your eyes away from whatever it is he is doing. What is he doing?
"Hope everyone is good," he waits a second, like people will respond, but then he thinks better of it and carries on to the crowd, "well, u just wanted to tell everyone something really quick, then they can continue with their lunch."
Oh no. Oh god no. This is his extreme measure. Is he publicly breaking up with you? Because that is cold!
"Some of you know my girlfriend, Mia," he calls, pointing over at you and you can feel your skin flush with embarrassment. What is he doing? "Well, I've been a dick to her recently."
Some girls in the crowd boo, even a few guys joining in and shaking their heads at the infamous Luke Hemmings not treating his girlfriend right.
"I was taken off guard and didn't mean to," well, you suppose that's better than a thank you "she told me something extremely important. Something that should have me responding positively, yet I was a complete dick. She told me she loved me, and I blew it."
He steps down from his bench, waking through the statue like crowd and towards the table you're currently occupying. You can feel all eyes on you and you want to cringe at how awkward and public this is.
"The thing is, Mia, I love you too. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He pleads with big blue eyes, innocence written all over his face, and you look around you at all the eager faces awaiting your response.
Do you forgive him? He was a dick after all, but he's also acknowledged that, and in front of the entire school.
"I love you too, dickhead."
He bobs his head down, face breaking with a smile, and he quickly kisses your cheek as the gathering around you break out into choruses of applause and happiness.
"Thank you."
"I hate that."