5SOS Short Imagines

Dear Luke: L.R.H II

Your POV.

As soon as I got home, I grabbed my pen and a clean paper. I couldn't wait any longer. I knew where he lived and thank goodness for the hiatus.

Dear Luke

I'm writing this letter to check up on how you are doing. You probably don't remember me though.
I'm the girl who you left behind four and a half years ago. I don't know if the name y/n tells you anything, you've definitely met lots of people with that name.
I was your friend in school. I helped you out with science, mostly in biology. You often cheated by looking at my paper but it never bothered me personally, rather made our schoolyears more fun. The way you said thank you every time I had helped you out, melt my heart.
The time you introduced me to Michael and Calum was the day we started to talk less and less. Even though you always invited me to your band practices and gigs, you never really socialised to me then. It made me upset but now that I look back, it was a foolish move.
One day you posted "Gotta get out" into youtube and you got featured by One Direction. I remember how I waited for your call to tell the news. I patiently sat at home but nobody phoned me. It broke my heart.
You broke my heart real bad. I wasn't angry in any way, I felt empty. I loved you so much. I cared about you more than ever. I still had hope since we were still in contact and you were my deskmate.
You didn't even text me that night and the rest of the week. You sucked the cheerful y/n out of me. I called myself sick to school that time.
The next week when I was back at school again, you had disappeared with the other three. You had left me alone.
After about half a month, you came back. I invited you to go out with me. I remember how I couldn't stop repeating that it was not a date. You unfortunately accepted and we met at our casual meetup place, the end of the Moonlight street.
We bought ice cream and walked beside the beach. And then I asked you:
"Is this all mandatory? To leave me? Why can I not come with you? Did I do something wrong?"
I almost asked you about Aleisha but I kept my mouth shut because I already knew the answer to that.
You sighed and spoke:
"Y/n I know how you feel, trust me. It... it's complicated, you know. I can't help the fact that I'm getting more and more famous. Fame just breaks people. I didn't intend to leave you, really y/n."

I stopped writing. The flashbacks gave me a migraine. I remembered every single word, the hometown accent. I couldn't write anymore because of my shaky hands.

I sat there, just staring at the paper. He had totally forgotten me. He had Aleisha, now Arzaylea. He had the fans. He had his bandmates, the rest of the crew. The fans never knew me.

I ripped the pages of dramatic heartbroken girl thoughts into hundreds of pieces. I still loved Luke so I didn't want to bring him down.

Later that day I had "Let Her Go" and "This Is Gospel" on repeat.

Word count: 570
September 29th 2016.