Your pov.
I looked over at Luke who was focused on the movie, and crawled over to him. I straddled his lap, and pouted. "Luke. I'm bored." I said, and adjusted my hips.
He looked at me, and placed his hand on my back. "What do you wanna do?" He asked, and I rolled my hips once, and his eyes widened a little. I placed my hand on his crotch. "N- p- alex.." He said, and looked up at me. I bit my lip, and palmed him through his jeans.
He leaned back, and I kept doing what I was doing. He brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. He looked back down, and I saw tears in his red eyes, so I stopped quickly. "Luke, baby? What's wrong?" I asked, and held his face in my hands, pressing my forehead to his.
"I'm so sorry. I know you want this, and I do to, but I can't, okay? I have something to tell you." He said, and I scooted off of him.
Did he cheat, and is feeling guilty about it?
"Luke what did you do?" I asked, feeling kind of hurt because I think I know what might spill from his mouth. He shook his head quickly, and placed his head in his hands.
"Luke? Seriously tell me." I said, sounding a little mad.
He scooted over to me, and laid his head on my shoulder, sobbing into it, but I pushed him off of me. "You cheated didn't you? I can't believe you Luke! I knew-"
"Stop! I didn't cheat on you!" He cried, and wiped his eyes furiously.
"Then just tell me what's wrong." I said, and let him lay back down on my shoulder.
"It's just- I want to be able to be that intimate with you, but I can't. Wh-When I was little, I- my-" he said, but shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.
I rubbed his back and let him calm down a bit.
"M-My aunt. She used- before I moved out of her house and in this neighborhood with my mum, we lived with her. She would come into my room a-at night and she would touch me In ways she wasn't supposed to. Sh-She made me do it back to h-her. It only stopped last year." He said, and held my waist tightly. I ran a hand through his hair and listened to his breathing calm down.
"Luke, have you ever told anyone?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Never." He whispered, so I just held him in my arms. "It's okay Luke. I understand. We'll have to work through this together, okay? There will be a time when you feel completely comfortable, and you won't even think of her. Don't worry about it." I whispered, and kissed his forehead.
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Luke Hemmings Imagines
RandomA book full of imagines and one-shots that I write when I'm bored (: