5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine - Personal

Personal for Megan.42

"Megan!"
You roll your eyes at the sound of your friend calling your name. You had just left the living room to grab your jacket and shoes from your bedroom, making sure you were ready to go collect Luke from the airport when he landed. Which should be in an hour.
"MEGAN!!!"
You jog loudly down the stairs, your friend sounded panicked and distressed, something you hate to hear in anyone's voice.
"What the hell is going on?" You ask loudly, wondering why she was chewing on her finger nails and running her hands through her hair.
"Where did you say Luke was flying from?" She quietly asks, her voice small and barely heard. You furrowed your brow at her abnormal behaviour, finally glancing to a news programme on the TV.
"What's going on?" Your voice lowers, matching hers, and your eyes flicker across the screen trying to quickly absorb the information.
A crash.
Where?
"It's the New York flight 2790," you friend mutters from beside you, and you whole body feels like it could drop at any second.
"No," you squeak out, not caring at how embarrassingly high your voice just went. This can't be true.
"Meg-"
"Don't. Please, don't," you mumble, watching the screen with wide eyes as you see the video of the burning wreckage taken with a camera phone and hearing the screams of passers by as they call for help.
"For those just joining, we have breaking news regarding flight number 2790 from New York to London," the news reporter states, and you feel your stomach drop further and your heart beat faster the more you hear, "flight 2790 crashed just miles from its destination, the reason being unknown at this point. There are currently no survivors-"
"No," you whispers, your short refusals becoming louder the more pain you feel, "no, no!"
You drop to the middle of the floor, your body folding in on itself as you break down harder than you've ever known.
"No, please, no," hot tears fall heavily from your eyes, you vision blurred and distorted - along with your hearing - and you struggle to breathe in the suffocating room.
"Megan," you hear your voice being called by your friend, but you ignore it as you ran out of the room and into the garden.
You need air and quick, you drop to the middle of the grass. The same spot you star gazed with Luke in, and the memories make you cry harder.
"Why?" You cry out, your sobs racking your body and causing the crying to become painful, but your whole body has gone numb with shock and emotion.
He's gone.
For good.
Luke Hemmings has gone.
You lay down on the grass, your friend leaving you to bathe in your own sadness as you cradle yourself through the despair and pain you're currently feeling. The pain, in no way planning on escaping you anytime. It wants to hold you it's prisoner and be a constant reminder as it hangs over you for the rest of your life. And even though it's barely been 20 minute, it could pass as a lifetime.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's loud and irritating, but you still choose to ignore it. It goes a second, third, fourth and the incessant feeling becomes nagging as you groan loudly and rip it from your pocket.
There's texts, and a lot of them, and missed calls from worried family members regarding the news segment.
They all flash brightly before your dull and lifeless eyes, capitals being overused as they're all in a state of panic.
You ignore all of the messages, scrolling down to the messages you'd already read, and smiling at the familiar contact.
Luke.
His last message he sent before boarding, a message so simple yet important and will never be removed from your phone.
'Flights boarding babe. Sleep well, and I'll see you at the airport. I love you and I'm so happy to be coming home x'
You sob again after reading the last line. You know you shouldn't make yourself suffer, but you need anything you can to make him feel close to you even when he's not here.
"Megan?"
Your friend calls your name from the house, and you can feel her gaze burning into your still back.
"Megan? It's starting to rain, you should come in."
You hadn't even realised that the rain had begun falling gently from the sky, wetting your body and mixing with your tears. What was the point in moving? There's no point in anything.
You choose to ignore your friend, laying still and staring at a random blade of grass as you sniffle quietly to yourself.
You're alone. You may have friends and family, but you don't have your best friend - the love of your life - laying next to you for the rest of your life.