Luke Hemmings Imagines

Nightmares

I was woken up around two a.m. by Luke stirring around. He's been having nightmares lately, so I scooted closer to him, and ran my hand gently over his face, feeling the stubble against my fingers. I felt a tear fall out of his eye, and he began stirring again.

"Luke." I whispered, and shook him awake. He slowly looked up at me and sighed. "I'm sorry." He whispered, and I titled my head. "For what?" I asked. "I keep waking you up." He said, and scooted closer to me, laying his head down beside mine.

"Don't worry about it. I just don't want you to have nightmares anymore." I whispered, and kissed his cheek. He laid his head on my chest, and I ran my hand through his hair.

"I love you so much." He whispered, and traced his fingers over my hip bones.

"I love you, too." I said softly.

I continued running my hand through his hair because I know it comforts him. I looked down and saw the way his eyes began to slowly close.