5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke imagine

"Luke!" You call out through your apartment, hearing a low grumble of acknowledgement coming from the kitchen, "I'm off out to Brandon's."
You hear something fall loudly into the sink, and you frown at the noise as you make your way into the kitchen and pull on your jacket.
"What was that?" you enquire, looking at a moody faced Luke that was staring at the contents in the sink.
"Nothing," he shrugs, not bothering to look at you as you decide to just drop the unusual incident and decide to leave.
"Ok," you drag the word out, checking your pockets for your phone and money, "Well, I'm off. Don't wait up, Brandon has an entire night planned."
"Of course he does," he mutters under his breath, but you catch every word as if it was spoken loudly.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he repeats, shrugging again and walking over to the fridge to get a drink.
"There's clearly a problem, why not just spit it out?" you fume, your anger getting the better of you. Every time you had mentioned hanging out with your best friend this week, Luke always changed the topic or ignored you, and you'd had enough.
"Fine," he slams his glass down on the counter, causing you to flinch at the sound of it colliding with the wood but not breaking, "my problem? I don't fucking like the guy."
"Why?" you ask in confusion, unsure where this has all come from. He always seemed to get along with him whenever they've met.
"Why?!" he mocks, his voice raising as you look at him in disbelief, trying not to laugh at his overreaction, "because he fucking likes you!"
This causes you to throw your head back with laughter, your eyes screwed shut at the possibility of your best friend having any feelings for you. That would be like falling in love with a sibling, a bit fucked up.
"You think this is funny?" he presses, nostrils flaring with anger, and his blue eyes ablaze as they stare at your laughing form.
"No, this is fucking hilarious," you laugh harder, clutching your sides at how much of an idiot Luke sounds.
"I'm being serious, Y/N!" You finally cease your laughter, staring at him as he grits his teeth and jaw with anger. He looks beyond pissed, and your laughter really hasn't helped him, "I don't fucking like the guy."
"Luke," you softly say, stepping towards him and reaching an arm out to stroke his upper arm to relax him, "You don't need to worry. Brandon will never be more than a friend. I promise."
"Promises break," he mumbles sadly, eyes cast down and not daring to look into your own.
"Not from me they don't," you reassure, and his blue eyes glance up into your eyes, and he looks doubtful, "I love you, Luke. Come with me if you don't believe me?"
He shakes his head, a sad smile tugging at his lips as he reaches across and kisses your forehead with a lingering touch of his lips.
"I trust you, maybe not him, but I love you. Go have fun, just always come back home to me," he whispers, and you smile up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips.
"Always."