5SOS Imagines/Preferences

luke

You crawl into bed after the horrific evening you've just experienced at the Hemmings residence, tucking yourself deeply under the covers and muffling your groan of despair with a pillow. It felt good to finally release the pent up frustration you've been holding in behind a polite smile all day, no longer under the overbearing pressure to impress anyone.

The bedroom door lightly clicks shut to announce that Luke has joined the atmosphere, but you remain face down on the bed, your hair haphazardly covering your eyes to mask the shame you're wallowing in.

A sigh is all you hear before the mattress sinks from Luke's added weight. You think he's just sitting on the edge until you're suddenly being crushed under his ridiculously long body, the air forced out of your lungs but able to find its way back in. Luke struggles to dig his hands between you and the mattress, and you raise your torso as much as you can to give him a little leeway until he's successfully hugging you from behind, horizontally. His scratchy chin nuzzles into your neck. You almost laugh, but the energy's not there.

"What's wrong?" Luke mumbles right next to your ear.

"They hate me," you say, the embarrassment of today's events replaying in your head. Your second time meeting Luke's family went just as poorly as the first.

"They don't hate you." He takes back one of his arms to free his hand and brush your hair away from your eyes. When you see the light of the room, you quickly turn your head to the other direction. "Y/n..."

"Especially your mum," you continue, not buying for a second that Luke believes differently. "I can hear the judgment in her voice when we speak."

"She just doesn't know you yet." Luke rests his chin on your other shoulder.

You can see his pout through the corner of your eye. "She wants us to break up."

The other arm comes out from under you and his chest eases off of your back. You're flipped over to meet your boyfriend face-to-face, his nose a few close inches away from yours. You knew you should've found a better hiding spot.

"That's not what she wants," he says softly, stroking his thumb across your cheek.

"Is to," you argue weakly.

He smiles inappropriately, a sure sign that he's looking at you more than he's listening. Shaking his head, he lowers himself enough to feather your nose with gentle eskimo kisses. "Even if it is, it doesn't matter what she wants, or anyone else for that matter."

You resist rolling your eyes, knowing that's only true to an extent. It'd be extremely difficult to have a future with someone whose family isn't very fond of you.

Even so, you needed to hear him say it. Reassurance of unconditional feelings never hurts every once in a while.

"Yeah?" You barely smile back, but though it's small, it's genuine.

"Mmhm," he hums his confirmation, pressing his lips in a lazy trail up your jaw.

"What if they disown you?"

He chuckles. "I don't care," is hotly whispered against your skin. "You're my baby and I'm not losing you."

(credit- badluckcharmer)