Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's crying

Luke was having a bad day, and there was no doubt about that. He's stressed, and snappy, and you just didn't wanna be around him today.

"Luke, it's getting late, and I'm kinda hungry. I was thinking about ordering a pizza-"

"You really think you should be eating that? All of the others guys girlfriends don't. Look what they look like. Please just leave me alone." Luke said, and it took him a second to realize what he just said.

"Babe-"

"Don't worry. I'll cancel the order. I never thought you would compare me to the other girls, but if that's what you want me to look like, go ahead and find someone else. It's not easy for me to lose weight, and if you're not okay with that, I'm sorry, but you're not okay with me. You think I wish I didn't look like them? I just thought you loved me anyway." You said before turning from the kitchen, and running up to your bedroom.

You never expected Luke to say that. It hurt more than you wanted it to. You wanted to stand up for yourself more, and not let him make you cry, but knowing the boy who calls you beautiful everyday is just lying, killed you.

"Forget it." You said, picking up the phone, ordering a large pizza.

If Luke didn't want any, oh well. You're gonna enjoy this pizza and not think twice about eating it.

When the doorbell rang, you ran down the stairs, ready to pay for the pizza.

"Thank you so much." You said as you closed the door, starving.

You walked into the kitchen, expecting to have some really good comeback for anything Luke said. You were already tempted to end things after he said that, and if he said anything again, you were gone, but all of your plans crushed when you saw him crying with his head on the table.

"I can't believe I said that to you. I'm such a horrible boyfriend. You are so b-beautiful and I never wanted to make you feel like I-I want you to be somebody else b-because I don't. I've never wanted anyone more than you. All of you, and I don't have any excuse for what I said, and I hate knowing I made you feel insecure. I'm awful." Luke cried.

I sag the pizza down on the counter, and walked over to him, picking his head up. I held his head to my chest and shushed him.

"You shouldn't be doing this. Y-You should be breaking up with me right about now, or yelling at me." Luke said, looking up.

"I am not gonna break up with you, Luke. What you said, it really hurt. But, I know if I hadn't of bothered you when you were stressed, you never would have said that." You said, and he shook his head.

"That's not an excuse," Luke said, and closed his eyes as I ran my Han through his hair.

"You were just speaking the truth. It's okay. I'm not like them, and-"

"No.." Luke said, and his eyes filled back up with tears. "..don't say that. You are so, so beautiful. I don't want you to be like them, and I was not telling the truth. I want you just as you are." He said.

"When I stand beside those girls, you have no idea how out of place I feel. I want to be like them so bad, but I can't." I said, and Luke stood up.

"The only reason you should feel out of place is because you look so much better than them. I want to have a girl who will eat a whole pizza with me, and won't feel like a stick when I hold her. You are perfect for me. You are so funny, and strong, and sweet, and beautiful." Luke said before kissing my forehead.

"Luke calm down." I said when I felt his shaky hands on my hips.

"We're okay." I said, taking his hands in mine.

"I just want to make you feel beautiful."