Luke Hemmings Imagines

He pushes you too far

Your pov.

"Luke?" I asked as I got home from work. I sat my bag down on the counter, and walked into the living room.

"Luke? Baby?" I asked. The smell of weed quickly filled my lungs, and I scrunched my nose, also smelling vodka and cigarettes.

"Luke stop." I said softly, and walked over to him. He looked up, and noticed me.

"Hey baby girl." He slurred, and I sat beside him. He pulled me over on his lap, and pressed the bottle of vodka to my lips, but I shook my head, pushing it away. "Luke no." I said, and he ran his hand through my hair. "Loosen up baby girl." He whispered, and I shook my head again.

"Luke what's wrong?" I asked him. He doesn't usually smoke or drink unless something's wrong. He usually does it when him and one of the boys get into a fight or something.

"Nothing's wrong, babe." He said, and I felt him tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

"Luke no." I whispered, and he whined, trying to pull my shirt off, but I resisted. "Quit. Not tonight." I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Are you on your period or something? Just do it.." He groaned, and pushed his hands up my shirt.

"L-Luke stop! I just don't want to, okay?" I whispered, and looked at him.

"What's your deal?" He asked, and I could tell he was getting annoyed with me.

"I don't like how you disrespect me when you're drunk." I said, and he roughly pulled my shirt off, and I felt so exposed.

"Any girl would be lucky to be in your place.." He sneered, and pulled me closer to him. We were eye to eye and I saw anger running through his.

"Take off your jeans, baby." He said, and I shook my head, but felt something hot being pressed to my back. I jumped, but it didn't leave for a few seconds.

I looked back and saw he had his cigarette hovering over my back getting ready to be pressed into my skin again.

"Luke!" I whimpered, and felt my eyes fill with tears. I felt it press to my back again, so I clung to him, trying to move away from it.

"I'm done." I whispered, and stood up. He stood up after me, and I picked up my shirt.

"Luke, I can't do this anymore. That's too far." I said, and wiped my eye.

He grabbed my wrist but I yanked it away.

He looked so angry that it was scaring me, so I turned and ran up the stairs, locking myself in the guest room.

-

The next morning, I woke up, and Luke was in the guest bed with me. I acted like I was still asleep, but I could hear everything.

"I am so so so sorry. I never meant to let it get this far. I was just really sad, and you were at work, and the vodka was there, and I- I didn't want to deal with the pain I was feeling, and-" I heard sobs escape his lips as he snuggled into my back.

I turned around slowly, and held his head to my chest.

"Please don't go. I don't want to be alone anymore. I took advantage of you, and I'm such an idiot for doing it." He cried, gripping onto my waist tightly.

"You're all I have. Please don't go!" He begged, and I felt his breathing quicken, and it was almost like he was gasping for breath.

I held him tightly for the moment, but I couldn't promise that I was going to stay. How do I know he won't do this again?

"Luke I can't take anymore." I whispered, and he tried to bury his head into my back.

"Just let me show you how much I care. Just give me 10 minutes to tell you how much I love you. I could go on and on forever about everything I love about you, but I know you don't want to stay." He cried, but I shook my head.

"No. Then I'm gonna want to stay." I said, and stood up, getting out of his grip.

He stood up quickly as I began changing my clothes.

"I love how you never take no for an answer, and I love how you believe anything is possible if you put your mind to it. I love the way you always tell me I'm worth it. I love how you tell me I'm okay, even when I'm not..." He started speaking quickly, following me around everywhere I went.

I began to put the jacket he gave me on, but he helped me get it on while he was still talking.

"I love how you have so much self respect. I love how you don't try and show off your body because you know I think you're beautiful with your clothes both on and off. I love how you don't like to talk about people because you know they can't defend themselves. I love how thoughtful and caring you are. I love how..."

I picked up my phone, and began walking downstairs. I got to the door, and sat down on the stairs to put on my shoes.

"I love it when you hold my hand, and whisper in my ear. I love it when you kiss my neck so I'll pay attention to you. I love the way you hold me, and the way you say my name. I love your voice, and I love it when you sing and play the piano at the same time. I love the-"

"Stop." I told him, and he did as he was told, stopping right that moment.

"You always told me that you would never hurt me like you did last night. But you lied. I don't even know if you're telling the truth when you say you love all of those things about me." I said, and he dropped to his knees, and pressed his forehead to my stomach, he held my hips, and silently cried for a minute.

"I don't want to see you go. Please just give me one more chance. I threw everything away. I threw away all of the alcohol and all of the cigarettes. None of that stuff is important to me anymore. I just want you." He whispered.

I ran my hand through his hair, and sighed. I looked down, and saw marks all over his arms.

"Luke. What happened to your arms?" I asked, and he continued to look down.

"After you ran into the bedroom, I got mad at myself, and I- I kept putting the cigarette to my arms." He said, and I sighed, leaning down, and kissing his forehead. "I wanted to feel the pain I made you feel." He sobbed

"You mean it don't you? You actually want me to stay?" I asked. I know Luke used all of the alcohol as a pain reliever. He never meant to hurt me.

"I- you're everything to me. I needed you here, but you were at work, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know I was gonna hurt you like that. I know I get a little aggressive and controlling when I'm drunk, but I never knew it would get that far. Please, Please, please forgive me." He sobbed.

"Whenever I need you, I'll just call. I'm not gonna get drunk like that anymore. Ever." He said, and I know he genuinely meant that.

"Luke, I'm not gonna forget this. If you ever disrespect me, or hurt me like you did last night again, I'm leaving and I'm not gonna think twice about it, okay?" I said, and he nodded.

He stood up, and pushed my hair behind my ear. I wiped the tears that were falling from his red eyes.

"You're okay." I whispered, and he hugged me tightly, burying his head in my neck.

-

I know she forgave him a little fast, and I would've drop kicked him and left, but this is a one shot, and I didn't wanna turn it into one of those three part things.