Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's secretly broken

I walked home behind Luke Hemmings. He's the biggest jerk in the school. He thinks he's better than everyone, and thinks everybody likes him. He's so obsessed with himself.

Unfortunately, we live right beside each other.

We used to be best friends, but then he got popular, and then he just never talked to me again.

He stopped, and turned around.

"Alex?" He asked, and I looked at him, confused.

"Yeah?" I asked, and he glanced down at the ground, and then at his hands.

"Can I come over?" He asked, and I tilted my head. "Why?" I asked. He looked up. "Because I miss you." He said softly, and I scoffed. "Yeah right." I whispered, and then kept walking. "No Alex. Please." He said, but didn't move from his spot.

"What do you really want?" I asked, and he walked closer to me. "My dads home, and I don't want to go home." He said, and in that moment he didn't look like the biggest jerk in the school. He looks so small and helpless.

"What do you mean your dads there? He's there everyday?" I said, and he shook his head. "Never mind. Just forget it." He said, and I stood there confused as he walked into his house.

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The way Luke's dad hit him wasn't right, and I bet his mom does the same thing. I didn't know Luke wanted to come over so his dad couldn't beat him. I would've let him. Even through all of the rain, I could see the way Luke tried getting away from his dad, and I saw the way Luke's dad dragged him across the carpet, sending kicks to his sides.

I saw Luke's dad leave his room, and from the window I could see Luke reach into a drawer and pull out something. He lifted his shirt, and I soon understood just what Luke was doing. He held a rag to his mutilated hips, and just cried.

I saw him slowly stand up, and leave his room. I sighed, and immediately felt bad. I could've prevented all of this. I could've just let him come over.

I heard my doorbell, so I ran downstairs to get it.

And there Luke was, soaking wet, with bloodshot eyes.

"Please, alex. I know you don't like me, but can we just have one night like we did in middle school where you would just hold me? We don't have to talk, and we don't have to be more than friends. It's just- you're the only person who's ever told me they love me, and even though you don't love me as a best friend anymore, I miss it more than anything." He cried, and I pulled him inside out of the rain.

I hugged him tightly, not caring that he was wet from the rain. He sobbed on my shoulder, and held my hips tightly.