Luke Hemmings Imagines

He makes you feel insecure

All the guys were at me and Luke's apartment and we were watching tv. Our show switched to a commercial break, and Calum left to go get food from the kitchen.

I looked over and the three guys, and they were all staring at the tv, not saying a word. I looked at what was playing, and it was a beer commercial, filmed on the beach with a bunch of girls in bikinis. They were all so tan with beautiful hair that flowed down to their bum. They were all dancing, shaking their butts, and three of them bent down at the same time to get a beer from a cooler. I nervously looked over at Luke, and saw his eyes had widened a little. I crawled off of his lap, but he didn't even notice.

All those girls were so skinny, I was probably hurting Luke by sitting on him.

I itched my arm and my gaze flipped from the tv to the couch that was under me.

Luke loves the way they look.

They were tall and skinny, and none of their legs touched. They had big boobs, and a butt that every girl wants to have.

"Dude. I'd pay to spend just one hour with one of those girls." Michael said, and Luke nodded, agreeing.

"Best sex ever." Ashton added, and Luke laughed, still watching the commercial.

I whimpered a little, and stood up quickly. I walked into the kitchen just as Calum left.

I've never been good enough for Luke, but I thought he loved me anyway. He might love me, but I know he doesn't love my body. I'm disgusting.

I dug through the medicine cabinet and found the weight loss vitamins that I used to help me after I had gained 50 pounds from being sick in the hospital for so long. I tried to open the bottle, but it wouldn't work.

I could barely see through my cloudy vision, so I blinked once, letting tears fall down my face. My lip trembled as I struggled to open the bottle. I groaned out of frustration loudly, and pulled the top off so quickly that all the pills spilled.

"Hey, what- what are you doing?!" Luke asked, picking up the empty bottle. As I sat on the ground, collecting the pills. I sobbed as I brought four of them closer to my mouth, but he smacked them out of my hand.

"Luke stop!" I yelled, but his face turned angry. "You stop! Why are you doing this?!" He yelled back, and kicked the pills out of my reach. I placed my hands on my face and cried, not wanting him to see me like this.

"For you." I said quietly, and he kneeled down, removing my hands from my face. He tilted my chin up, and made me look at him.

"Where's all of this coming from?" He said, and I rolled my eyes. "Michael said he would pay to spend an hour with one of those girls, and you agreed with him."

"No, baby. I nodded because I know that's something Michael would do. Why would I waste my money to spend time with those girls when I have a much more beautiful girl all to myself?" He said, and wiped my eyes. I looked down, and shook my head.

"I'm not like them, Luke. They're all so pretty, and skinny, and-"

He cut me off by kissing my lips roughly. He placed his hands behind my neck, and pressed his forehead to mine. "I hate hearing you talk bad about yourself. It hurts me, and shows me that I'm not doing my job of making you feel beautiful. You are the prettiest girl out there, and I love your curves. Your hips are the sexiest things ever." He said, and I laughed a little. "You don't need to be like them because you are perfect."