Luke Hemmings Imagines

He gets abused

I walked into school, and quickly walked to my locker. Luke always gets here early and waits for me.

He smiled a little once he saw me, but a frown appeared on my face once I saw a new bruise forming on his face. I walked over to him, and he gave me a tight hug.

"You're gonna be alright, Luke." I whispered, knowing it's what he needed to hear. "I love you, baby." I whispered, and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too." He mumbled, and pulled back slightly. "Dad came home drunk last night." He whispered, and I ran my thumb over the bruise. "Luke you need to tell someone about this." I said, and he shook his head. "I'm moving out in a few months. I'll hold up until then." He said, and I frowned.

"Luke. I'm scared." I said quietly, and he held my hand tightly. "Don't be. I'm gonna be perfectly fine." He said, and kissed my forehead.

"I just don't want you to be hurt anymore." I mumbled, and he nodded, squeezing my hand. "Everything's gonna be okay, soon."