5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine - Personal

Personal for ig user sk8trgurlhemmings

Luke's POV
I never thought I'd be the centre of a cliche love story. A guy, falling in love with his best friend that was taken by someone else. But, alas, here I am watching Jasmine as she tucks her dark hair behind her ear and laughs at some stupid story she's telling me about her boyfriend.
"And then, he tripped," she pauses to throw her head back with laughter, and I find myself smiling along even though I hate the guy and the story isn't even remotely funny, "it was hilarious."
It probably wasn't. Then again, when you have feelings for someone you will laugh at anything they do or say. Just to make them happy. Kinda like I am now.
"Can we pop into Starbucks? I know you wanted to go straight to yourself but I'm cold," she pouts my way, and I cave in almost immediately.
"Of course," babe, I subconsciously add on at the end, knowing full well I'll never be hers or she be mine.
"Great!" She almost squeals, tugging my hand with hers that is soft and fragile, pulling me along behind her and through the doors, into the warmth of the shop.
"What did you want?" I muse, looking over the menu as picks out a hot chocolate and I choose and cold drink - despite the harsh weather.
I pay for both drinks, the pair of us standing and talking by the end of the counter, and I find myself falling for her a little more. I've always been so comfortable around her, I just wish I had the nerve to tell her how I feel.
"Luke?"
I turn to look at the cashier who hands is two take our cups, and I have one over to Jasmine.
"Shall we go?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?"
We both freeze, and I follow her line of sight to the corner booth near the window. Sitting close together, under the low hanging lights, is Jasmines boyfriend and her best friend. Doing more than just talking.
"What the hell is going?" She fumes, and I have to bite my lip from not letting my own anger out and punching him. He's such a dick.
"Babe, it's not what it looks like."
Babe? Is he being for real, right now? He's just been caught cheating and still thinks some pathetic excuse and a pet name is acceptable? Again. He's such a dick.
"Don't call me that!" She shouts, attracting the attention of a few other customers and I try to gently pull her away.
"Jas, he's a dick. Let's go."
"I seriously can't believe you. And with my best friend? Shame on you both," she turns to walk away, but quickly snatches my cup from my hand and throws it over the pair of them.
My eyes widen, laughter bubbling in my throat and escaping slowly. I can't believe she just did that.
"Fuck you," she snidely remarks, before spinning on her heel and smirking as she exits.
"I can't believe you just did that. It was incredible!"
"He pissed me off, I didn't quite know how to react," she mumbles, wiping under her slowly tearing eyes.
"Well, I think you handled it brilliantly," I grin, give her a quick round of applause, before pulling her close to me so she cuddled into my neck as we walked to my house.

Jasmines POV
It's been 3 days since the "Starbucks incident" and I'm surprisingly ok with it. I'm not ok with my boyfriend cheating with my best friend, but I'm ok with the fact it's done and I'm no longer with the douche.
Instead, I've been spending as much time with Luke as I physically could. Especially with him being so busy.
He's a great distraction from any negative feelings, always one to be a burst of happiness and positivity when times are hard. That's what I love about him.
As I jog up the steps to his house, I open the door to get myself out of the frigid air and into the warmth of his home.
I never knock, and he's used to me coming around unexpectedly. I slip off my shoes and hang my jacket up, walking through the house as I hear him singing one of his bands old songs and playing the guitar.
"Thanks for being a friend, and we're going in circles again and again..."
He quickly stops what he's doing to talk to himself, and I watch with a smile from the doorway located behind him.
"Again and again and again. The never ending damn circle. Get your shit together, Hemmings. Just ask her out," he groans angrily, and I choose right then to burst in and talk.
"Who you asking out?" I chirp, sitting across from him as his face pales more than it already was.
"No one," he retorts, his eyes darting down to the fret board of his guitar and I roll my eyes.
"Tell me," I kick his leg, earning a glare from him as I pout, "please."
"It's you," he hums, chewing his lip and staring at the ground. I smile widely, but he can't see how happy that simple sentence has made me.
"Why haven't you told me that you liked me?"
"Why would I?" He bites back, finally becoming irritated with the conversation, but I'm determined to go through with it.
"Because I may surprise you and like you back," I leave the sentence hanging and he looks up at me. Wide, innocent blue eyes staring into mine and a small smile trying to pull its way across his lips.
"Really?" I nod shyly, and his grin breaks across his face, "you like me?"
"Yes, Hemmings. Jesus, want me to spell it out for you as well?" I grin to match his, and he sets his guitar down next to him, quickly leaning over and pecking my lips lightly with his.
"You don't get how long I've wanted to hear that," he smiles, a chuckle leaving his parted, pink lips, and I blush as he gazes at me.
"You don't get how long I've been wanting you to say it."