*• Imagines •*

Prom; lrh

Imagine you're at your end of year dance. You're in a long, flowing dress, looking like a princess.

You're standing beside the snacks table, watching all of your friends slow dance with their dates.

You're about to walk out of the gymnasium where the dance is being held, when something— more like someone —grabs your wrist.

You turn around in shock.

"Luke?" You say, wondering why the hottest boy in school is grabbing your wrist instead of dancing with all the beautiful looking girls in the school.

"Y/N, why is a pretty girl like you standing over here on your own?" He asks, looking you in the eye, "Shouldn't you be dancing with your date?"

"I-I don't have a date." You say, looking away in case you see him laugh at you. But Luke doesn't laugh.

"Well then, Y/N. May I have this dance?" Luke asks, holding his hand out.

You nod, taking his arm as you follow him out to the dance floor.

"You know, I've always liked you, Y/N." Luke says, as you place your arms around his neck. You look him in the eye as he puts his hands on your waist.

"I've always liked you too, Luke."

Luke leans closer to you. He takes one hand off your waist and places it on your chin, tilting it up. He presses his lips to yours.

For what felt like for ever, his lips and your lips move in sync.

Luke pulls away, "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

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