5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke imagine - personal

Personal for
@_sallymalik_

"I'm glad you chose to meet me," he sends you a warm smile from across the table, his eyes not gleaming the way they used to, but you force a smile back in return.
"I felt it necessary to let you explain yourself," you whisper, watching as he bites his bottom lip and inhales deeply. He's clearly filled with regret, but it's not something you can easily look over.
"I'm sorry," he starts, looking back at you with crystal blue eyes and a sincere, apologetic look on his face, but you push it to the back of your mind.
"You've said that everyday since last week, when you screwed up. Your apologies mean nothing now, Luke."
"I know," he nods, playing with the cup in front of him as he struggles to form his next sentence. Anything he says from this point forward can literally make or break the two of you. He hopes it isn't the latter.
"I fucked up. You know it, I know it, half of our fucking street knows it," he looks up at you again, his eyes glazed with tears that he hasn't stopped shedding all week since you kicked him out, "but I love you and I want to make it up to you. I want to shower you with love and affection, I want to prove that I'm worthy of you - which I know I'm not - but I just want you to love me back because I'm nothing without you."
He hangs his head in his hand, rubbing at his wet eyes as his shoulders slump in defeat and he sobs quietly to himself. You reach up and wipe away your own tears, sniffling lightly without drawing attention, and reach a hand across to touch his arm and he stiffens.
"I never meant it when I said I didn't love you, Luke," you almost whimper, and you feel your own heart aching from when you shouted that you hated him and didn't love him. Even though you know you was lying, Luke clearly didn't.
"You hate me," he whispers, his face in full view and you take in his blood shot eyes and quivering lip.
"I don't, I love you, I was just so angry," you bite your lip, warm tears falling in a trail down your cheek, and Luke reaches across to dry your cheeks with his thumbs before resting his forehead against yours.
"I love you, Sally, please take me back. I'll do anything, please," he whispers, his hot breath against your skin as you gently nod, "thank you, I love you so much."