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Luke-Drenched

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Request-Long Imagine of Luke Coming In After It Has Rained

You had always loved the rain. Even as a child, you often longed for dark, ominous clouds to conceal the sun so you could sit outside on the front porch with nothing but a roof over your head and a book in your hands, just taking in the sweet smell of the rain and the soothing sound that came with it as it patted against the pavement. No longer a child, you still craved the familiar comfort of a rainy day. Today was no exception. You couldn't help but grin when Dave trudged into the room moments before the guys were to hit the stage for their set with the news that it was in fact raining.

It was normal for the boys to be greeted by a whole slew of people after finishing their set. You usually stayed back a bit, allowing them to make their rounds as everyone congratulated them on another great show. You saw Michael first. His usually unruly hair was flat against his forehead with little droplets of water threatening to fall to his lashes. He was absolutely drenched. Your eyes searched the small crowd around him, noticing an equally drenched Calum and a hooded Ashton, but no Luke.

Before you could make your way over though to question your boyfriend's band mates as to his whereabouts, you felt a pair of arms snake around your middle, pulling you snug against a wet terrain and you instinctively shrieked.

"Wow," a familiar chuckle sounded in your ear and the arms around you eased up their grip and spun you around. "You got some volume with that one." It was Luke. You stared up at him, his height towering over you, and it immediately set a fire in the pit of your stomach.

The boy was soaked. Absolutely drenched down to the core. His usually loose Misfits tee clung to his torso and the red plaid shirt he had draped over top was molded to his arms, showing off his ever-growing bicep muscles. The perfectly sculpted quiff he'd donned before going onstage was now a flattened mess on his forehead, somewhat disheveled from what you presumed was a hair ruffle from one of the crew members when he got offstage. His face was glowing though with tiny water droplets still running down his skin into small pools on his broad shoulders. You found your hands dancing in the water, brushing it off in small splashes before resting your hands firmly in place.

"You're soaked," you stated simply and he raised an eyebrow at you and grinned.

"Thanks, tips," he retorted and poked at your sides, causing you to let out a few more small shrieks. He managed to grab you though and pull you flush against his torso, resting his hands comfortably in the back pockets of your jeans, even daring to give a small squeeze. Stage Luke was clearly still buzzing. He was usually wired and, well, rather cheeky, after a show. Not that you were ever one to complain about that.

A chill ran down your spine as you rested your head against his chest and you quickly realized it was coming from Luke. "Luke, you're freezing," you whined and pulled back a bit. He pouted at the loss of contact and removed a hand from your behind, running it through his hair, causing it to stand up in all sorts of ways. "Come on, let's get you changed at least."

"Yeah, okay," he quickly agreed and took your hand in his, swinging it idly between you towards the door. He stopped before leaving entirely and gave a quick shout to Calum about where he was headed, Calum giving him a thumbs up in return.

"You can wait in here if you want," Luke stopped at the back door of the venue, peering out the small window of the door to the bus that was a mere ten feet away. Lucky for him, security had roped off any way for fans to access the back, so no one was anxiously awaiting his and his band mates' arrival outside the short row of buses.