5sos Preferences And Imagines

#10.2 He Hits You: Luke

You tossed yet another beer bottle in the trash. Luke hasn't been himself lately; he's been drinking heavily, which has you worried. Usually, he would only have one or two, but not enough to turn him into a drunk, like he has been lately.

"Baaabe," he slurred from the couch. "Did you buy more beer?"

"No, Luke. I haven't," you replied sternly.

"Why not? You know we're out!" He whined.

"Yeah, I know, but you've been drinking too much of it lately!" You said even more sternness creeping into your voice. (Let's take a second to appreciate that the word sternness is legit)

"But I need more!" He groaned.

"No you don't! You're gonna get alcohol poisoning! No more beer, Luke. I am not buying any more!"

"Yes you will!" He yelled, getting up from the couch. "I need more, right now!"

"No, you don't! How many times do I have to say it?!" You yelled back. "No you don't need any more!"

"You're going to go and get more beer, (Y/n)!" He growled, standing less than a foot from you.

"Or what?!" You yelled. He's never hurt you, so you weren't scared. Instead, you were fuming. You're not going to let him destroy himself.

"I'll - I'll -"

"What, Luke? What will you do?!" You screamed. "I love you, and I'm not going to let you hurt yourself!

"I'm not going to hurt myself," he growled. His hands balled into fists, and he swung at you. You fell to the ground upon impact, and you hit your head on the floor, your vision blurring.

"L-Luke," you choked out before everything went black and your pain disappeared.

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The room you woke up in was completely unfamiliar. Pure white with a long counter and cabinet connected to the wall on your left. A desktop computer-looking machine was on your other side, and a couple chairs were a few feet beyond the end of your bed. The bed and sheets were white as well, and the contraption holding the mattress was silver metal.

"Ms. (Y/l/n), you're up!" A male nurse smiled as he walked into your room. "You suffered quite a fall, and your cheek is swollen. May I ask how that happened?"

"I-I don't know," you replied honestly. You weren't going to tell him Luke was drunk, which is the last thing you remember. You don't know how you fell, or what happened afterwards.

"Ah, well, that's completely normal. It may come back to you later," the nurse nodded. "Now, you may go home in an hour, after this medicine I'm giving you kicks in. It's for headache, dizziness, and nausea. You have a minor concussion, and it will go away in a couple weeks' time. Now, you will be feeling..."

You listened to the rest of his speech about your symptoms and procedures, things to do and things to avoid, and the medicine he was giving you. You had to ask him to repeat a couple things, not understanding everything at once, and he smiled before repeating his words more slowly. He explained that it's okay to ask people to repeat things because it's because of the confusion.

After an hour or so, you were free to go. Calum was coming to pick you up and help you to the front door. He said he was going to leave as soon as you got to the door because he had "things to do," but you didn't mind.

The ride was somewhat quiet, the radio playing softly, and you were home before you knew it. Calum helped you to the door like he said, and he left rather quickly. You shrugged, and you knocked on the door.

A furious Luke swung the door open. "What do you wan-" he cut off as his face softened into a sorrowful expression. "(Y-Y/n) he stuttered, his lip quivering as he let you in, closing the door behind you.

He couldn't say anything but your name before he became a Niagara Falls of tears. You pulled him into a hug, and he hugged back tightly. "Ssh, Luke, it's okay. It's okay," you whispered as he cried into your shoulder.

After at least five minutes, you two finally pulled apart to look at each other. "I'm so so so fucking sorry," Luke apologized, his eyes threatening to begin the thunderstorm of tears again.

"It's alright, Luke," you forgave him, wiping his tears from his cheeks. "You weren't thinking straight. Besides, it's not like it's going to happen again."

"But I gave you a concussion!" He frowned.

"By accident," you corrected him. "Now, just forgive yourself, and everything will be good, alright."

"That'll take a while," he sighed. "I didn't want to hurt you, babe."

"I know. I had a lot of time to think about that," you smiled a little.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked.

"You existed," you joked. "Now shut up and kiss me," you smirked.

He smiled, and he leaned down slowly to lock your lips together.
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That's shit. A BIG SHIT IS WHAT THIS PART IS. But I'm proud I wrote it in about fifteen minutes. :)