5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Different Order - Luke Hemmings

My morning is tiring as usual. It's the same thing. I wake up at six, head to the café and start my shift. Just as boring as every other day. The usual customers.

There are the old couple. Sylvia and Clyde who have been married for more than 30 years, with 3 kids who have left town for work. So I start my day by making them two hot Turkish coffee's.

Then there's Zoe who used to come here with her husband, but 4 moths ago he died of lung cancer and she's never failed not make it here a day ever since. I make her an expresso and slid it over to her table.

Finally there's Luke. He always comes in only with a guitar on his back. His usual was a mocha-extra-chocolate, so I make it and wait for it to be 8:55 for him to walk through the doors.

"Hey, (y/n)" just at 8:55 Luke walks in, with his amazing deep blue eyes, his golden strands up in a quiff and the metal lip ring of his. He greets me as I stand on the cashier.

"Hey, Luke"

"Mocha-"

"Extra-chocolate" I continue his sentence and he smile at me.

I slid it on the counter for him and he takes it to sit in his usual table at the back, taking out his notebook and scratching out something I can't see from my spot.

My day has been a long one, since I've had 2 shifts. So here I was, standing in my spot at 10:50pm with no one but me in the café, waiting for the clock to strike 11 so I can go home and have some of my mum's spaghetti.

But what I am not expecting, is for the door to swing open and Luke to walk in, he rushes to the cashier where I am standing. His eyes were puffy red, from what seems like tears and his face is tear-stained.

"Mocha-Extra-Chocolate?!" I ask automatically typing it in the screen.

"No" he says, grabbing my attention to the different thing he's going to order. "I'll have expresso double shot" He uses the back of his hand to wipe his tears and I reach under the counter to grab a tissue paper.

"Here" I hand it to him.

"Thanks"

"You can have a seat until I prepare it" I say and he nods to head for his usual table.

I leave my place over the cashier since there's actually no one to serve and walk to the coffee machine. After I make the expresso, I grab a tray to put it over, with a few packets of sugar and some tissue paper.

"There you go, Luke" I put everything in front of him and he thanks me, but I notice that his words are muffled because of his tears "W-what's wrong?" I ask "Sorry, I'm not trying to be curious, just thought I'd ask"

"I-I just broke up with my girlfriend"

"Oh! I'm sorry"

"I-It's not your fault"

"Did you have a fight?"

"No"

"Then what happened?"

"She was cheating on me"

"Oh! Then don't cry" I say, putting my hand over his comfort "If she did that, then she didn't really love you. Or she didn't appreciate you and that's so bad. You're lucky you discovered that early somehow"

"B-but I loved her"

"You'll get over her soon" I say. "She doesn't deserve you, Luke"

"Really? How do you know? You don't know me"

"I somehow do"

He chuckles through his tears "What do you know about me then?"

"I know your name is Luke. You're probably still in high school. You play the guitar. You like Green day, Good Charlotte and Blink-182 and you're single"

"Impressive" he says

"Maybe you can tell me more"

"Let's start off that my full name is Luke Robert Hemmings"

"(y/f/n)" I stretch my hand and he shakes it as he laughs and wipes his tears. The clock strikes 11 with a ting and I sigh "Oh! Look. We close now. I'll see you later, Luke Robert Hemmings"

"I'll see you, (y/f/n)"

I stand and walk to the cashier as he walks behind me to pay for his drink and after I close the cashier I walk to the staff room to change. When I walk out after I lock the door, I find Luke leaning on a car by the entrance of the café.

"Thought I'd give you a rid"

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For the past three weeks, me and Luke have been hanging out quite often after I finish my shifts. We talk a lot over the phone when we leave each other and I think I might be having something for the blonde boy.

At 8:55, he walks in and I take his mocha order and type it to the screen, then took his money as he walks in and waits for the drink to on his usual table.

I take the money, but notice a paper at the back while I'm putting it in the case. In a messy hand writing 'Go out with me today at 8?' is written with 'Hemmo' as the signature.

Smiling, I look over to the boy and catch him smiling at me too. I walk to make him the Mocha, grab a pen and tissue paper from the counter and put it over a tray then go to place it all on his table then walk away.

And from the corner of my eye. I can see him unfold the paper and mouth the words I wrote 'Yes, Lukey. I'll go out with you' that was signed off with '(y/n/n)'