5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine - Personal

Personal for @_sophiecooke

You danced around, throwing your hair around and screaming the lyrics to one of your favourite songs without a care in the world. Everyone around you was more or less doing the same, just enjoying themselves and living in the moment, the exact thing concerts are intended for.
Audience members bump against you, but you continue smiling anyway as it doesn't exactly ruin the experience for you. You turn to smile at your friend, before screaming another line loudly. Just as you open your mouth, liquid splashes against your shoulder and the front of your shirt, causing you to scream in annoyance rather than glee.
"What the hell?!"
You spin around to be faced with a gorgeous blonde with striking blue eyes and a scared look on his face.
"I'm sorry," he mouths, obviously not being able to hear him over the band playing loudly in front of you. He leans across to you, whispering in your ear, "I'm really sorry, someone bumped me. Did you want to wear my shirt?"
He was whispering frantically, fiddling with his now empty hands as he panicked about upsetting you and wanting to please you by willing to give you his dry shirt in replacement of your soaking wet one.
"No, its fine," you smile at him. Yes, you're pissed, but he is gorgeous.
"Are you sure?" you nod as a response, and he goes back to your ear again, "stay here. please."
He looks at your for confirmation, waiting for agreement before slipping away from you through the crowd and you feel saddened by his departure and hoping he does come back.
"Who's that?" you friend mumbles and you shrug your shoulders as a response, continuously checking the spot where he left you incase he's returned.
The concert ends and the beautiful blonde never came back, leaving saddened and with post concert depression so quickly. you didn't even get his name.
Pulling your jacket over your drying shirt, you pull your hair out and step into the night air with your group of friends.
"Hey, girl I spilt my drink on!"
You hear the familiar voice shout, and you turn around assuming its for you. unless hes spilt plenty of drinks of lots of different girls in one night.
"oh, you finally return," you smirk at him, a guilty look coating his features as he bites his lower lip to stop a smile.
"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry," he puts his hands in his pockets, and your friends wait nearby for you to rejoin them, "I went to go get you a drink, but took ages to get served and then I couldn't find you. now, here we are."
"Here we are," I gesture around us, and he scratches the back of his head shyly and I bite the bullet, "Sophie."
I reach out a hand for him, and he takes it nervously and shakes it.
"Luke."
"Well, Luke," you left the name fall from your lips like you've said it everyday of your life, "i think you owe me a drink."
He grins down at you, nodding quickly as he leads you away from your friends with a hand on your lower back to guide you to your first date.