5SOS Imagines *Requests Closed atm*

Imagine For Amanda

  Two weeks. That's how long this has been going on. Slamming doors at two a.m. and loud, slurred words. I don't know what has gotten into Luke but it's starting to terrify me.

   It was yet again in the early hours of the morning when the sounds of the door being slammed shut and heavy, drunken footsteps filled the house Luke and I shared. I sigh and threw the covers off to go downstairs.

  He's in the kitchen making more racket when I reach the bottom. Cabinets were opened and shut, loudly I may add, and other things were thrown and eventually broken. Luke quickly spins around and glares when his eyes land on me.

  "Oh, l-lookie here. Came down to ruin my life some m-more?" He asks.

  I could tell he was completely wasted. Luke's eyes were red and bloodshot, not anything like the blue eyes that I love. His clothes were also wrinkled and ripped in some places. On top of that, you could smell the alcohol.

  My eyebrows scrunch together. "What are you talking about?"

  Luke's eyes squint. "Like y-you don't know, Amanda."

  "I really don't. Now spit it out," I say, starting to get frustrated.

  Luke stumbles over and next thing I know, his hand flies across my face. istand there, with my cheek stinging, in stunned silence. After a few minutes, I hear Luke fumbling with stuff upstairs. I find my feet taking the stairs two at a time and rushing into our shared bedroom.

  Luke hears my footsteps and rolls his eyes. "What now?"

  I grit my teeth and hold back hot tears that I feel forming. "Get out."

  "Whatever," was his response. I could hear him tumble down the stairs. But I don't care. I flop down onto the mattress and let the tears flow. How could he do that? I thought he loved me. My thoughts end up jumbled and carry me to sleep.

  I wake up to Luke slowly walking into the room. I catch his eye and he asks, "Any particular reason why I woke up sprawled on the staircase?"

  "Because you're an effing twat," I snapped.

  His eyes widened a bit. Before he could ask why, I cut him off. "Why? Because you've been coming home at the wee hours of the morning and causing raucous. And it gets even better. You effing slapped me last night. Yeah, that's right. You put your hands on me when you said you never would. And all I did was love you."

  By then, tears were flowing down my face. Luke's face just dropped and he tried to hug me.

  "Don't touch me," I snap through gritted teeth. "I don't want you touching me."

  Luke burst into tears, the first I've ever seen it happen. He falls to his knees and keeps repeating, "Amanda, I'm sorry. So so sorry."

  My heart breaks, even though I know what he did was wrong. He looks up at me and whispers, "I-is this over? Because I will fight for it and won't stop."

  I reach down to his level and attach my lips to his. "I don't know. But it's going to take time to trust you again."

  Luke wraps his arms around me and squeezes. "I know. But I'm ready to prove that you can."

And he did. For when soon it became our two year anniversary, Luke asked me to be Mrs. Luke Hemmings.