Luke Hemmings Imagines

Moving Along

Moving Along

Thinking 'bout you lots lately
Have you been eating breakfast alone like me?
Thinking 'bout you lots lately

Is it bad that I'm hoping that you're broken?
Is it bad that I'm wishing you're still broken?
That you haven't found fish in the ocean
Is it bad, so bad

Is it weird that I'm drunken on my sofa?
Is it weird that I'm naked on my sofa?
All alone, damn, I wish I didn't know ya
Is it weird, so weird

Luke's POV:

I let out another sigh while trying to pick which bottle to drink from tonight. This was how my nights went now. After recording in the studio, it was straight back here to drink away the pain.

My phone went off, alerting me to a new notification. I immediately know it's from Y/N's Instagram since she's the only person I have notifications set up for.

I feel my spirits get even lower when I see the pic of her in a beautiful dress, walking on the street with the caption "Good times, here I come 😉". She is absolutely glowing in the picture, looking quite happy by her smile.

I walk over and sit on my sofa, taking another sip of the bottle of vodka I decided on while staring at her profile.

She still hadn't gotten a new boyfriend, maybe because she was still as broken as me about the break up?

Pictures can be staged, she can look happy but in reality, be sad. God knows I've depended on that for the past few months. "Damn it." I mutter out while throwing my phone beside me, I really needed to move on.

Sometimes I wish I didn't know her so I wouldn't be in this position, naked and drunk on my sofa, wondering about her.
Before I can think twice I pick up my phone again and send a text, one that I should never have sent.

"Hey Y/N.....Can you come over?"