5sos imagines

Luke Hemmings: new york

Luke's POV
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I walk through the busy side walks on New York City. I didn't understand why it was busy, the sun was about to set. Weren't they all supposed to be eating dinner right now?

I shiver as the cold wind moved my long locks. What am I kidding. Harry Styles does it better. I've been told it looks better on me. But c'mon... it's Harry Styles. He makes everything look better.

I push my glasses farther up my face as I think a fan notices me. Maybe I'm paranoid thinking that everyone knows me but it doesn't stop me from walking a tad faster. I hear them call my name but I just keep my head down and I keep my steady and fast pace.

"Sir! Look out!" I hear as I'm 4 steps away from the side walk. The next thing I feel is a light, small body being pushed into mine as we fall to the dirty snow of the sidewalk. I let out a groan as I feel the snow melt onto my butt cheeks.

I feel the body move around on me as they try to get off of me but I only groan as more snow falls on me.

"Did your parents never teach you to look both ways before crossing the road?" The voice says.

We have a gender: female. Thank the lord because she accidentally touched my groin while getting up.

"Uhm yeah. But they never told me if I didn't, a hot girl would jump on me." I say as I study her face.

Brown eyes and hair, rosy cheeks, literally slim thick, and 5'2. I was no judge but she was a perfect dime.

I smirk as I see her face turn red. "Well aren't you a charm. Is this how you get girls?" She quirks her sleek eyebrow.

"Only the ones that don't throw themselves on me." I nod, shrugging. I give her a full grin and I see her smile.

"I'm Luke Hemmings." I say taking my hand out. "Y/n Y/l/n." She says shaking my hand.

"Do you want to go some place warmer?" I ask as I see her nose start to turn pink. She nods and takes off her scarf. "Put this on before you get recognized." She chuckles giving it to me. "You knew who I was?" I ask taking it anyways. "Of course. I was the fan calling your name a couple blocks away. Is that how you treat your fans?" She smirks as we start our walk in search of coffee.

"Just the ones that throw themselves on me." I say as a matter of fact.

"Let it go!" She cries. I pull my future girlfriend in by her shoulders and walk us to the shop.