5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Punk Luke Imagine

The heat of the room was over powering, you could feel small beads of moisture forming on your forehead, causing your hair to stick to your skin. Moving in between groups of people, you tried to get outside for the fresh air. Due to people lying on the floor, you miss your footing and trip, almost ending down there with them, just not willingly.

The only thing that stops you from colliding with the floor, is a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. They pull you up so you're standing again, loosening their grip so that you can turn to face them.

"Are you ok?" A deep voice asks you, you don't look at his face straight away too busy admiring his body, which is covered in tattoos that are on show from his black tank top. Slowly, you drag your gaze upwards to his face and see numerous facial piercings in his eyebrow, lip and nose, along with his hair dyed a deep blue.

"Um, yeah, thanks for that." You mumble quickly, trying to get away from this intimidating stranger.

Finding your footing, you turn round and make your way through the overly crowded room once again. You can see the door in your sight and you push forward, reaching for the handle. Your hand grabs the cool metal, turning the knob and swinging the door open, letting the cold night air cascade inwards into the stifling room.

Stepping outside, you close the door and lean your back against the brick wall of the building. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, your lungs desperate for the clean, fresh air you're currently surrounded by. You hear the sound of the door opening and closing, thinking it's just party goers, you remain leaning against the wall with your eyes firmly shut, enjoying the cool night.

"Are you OK?" Startled, your eyes spring open to see the tattooed boy from before stood in front of you.

"Yeah." You say quickly, sort of wanting him to leave you alone so you could probably just leave, but he's stood in a way where it's difficult to get around him. Plus he doesn't look like the kind of person you just walk away from.

"Are you scared of me?" He asks you, his mouth pulling up into a smirk, confident with the fact he's having some kind of effect on you.

"What? No." You try and scoff but it comes out stuttered, not mirroring his attitude at all.

"I think you are." He brings his lip ring in between his teeth, chewing on the titanium as he continues to smirk at you and your reaction to him. The truth is, yes you are scared of him but you didn't want to show weakness in the face of fear. "However, you shouldn't be."

The smirk falls from his face, his teeth let go of his bottom lip and he stares transfixed at you, his bright blue eyes sad. Immediately you feel guilt flood through your body, knowing your mind jumped to an assumption of someone, just from judging their appearance.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You rush your words out, he shakes his head at you and forces a small smile your way.

"Its fine honestly, I get it. People see how I look and automatically think the worst. I'm used to it now, still hurts though I guess." He wears a small smile, his voice small and not as smug and confident as it was previously.

"I shouldn't have assumed that you was a bad person just from the way you look. I really am sorry." You chew on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you have. You stop as soon as you realise this guy is just watching you, waiting for the next thing to happen.

"I'm Luke." He warmly smiles at you, extending his hand for you to shake. You give him your hand and introduce yourself.

"Hi, Luke. I'm Y/N." You try to mirror his smile, not wanting it to look forced, as you're still slightly hesitant around him.

"Calm down, I'm not as bad as your mind is making you think I am." He encourages, his smile widening to comfort you, which it does. You lightly chuckle before responding.

"Sorry, again."

"Stop apologising."

"Sorry." You laugh after, realising what you said, causing Luke to join in with you. "As much as I would like to stand here and converse with you, I did come out here for fresh air before making my way home."

At your words, his face drops yet he still nods in understanding. You apologise, saying you may meet again, before bidding him farewell and pushing yourself away from the wall to begin your journey home.

"Hold on. You're walking home?" He calls after your retreating body, you turn back to him to see his arms folded across his chest. The tattoos on his muscular arms look even more intimidating than they did before.

"Yeah, it's not far."

"I'll walk you." He unfolds his arms and begins walking over to you, you furrow your brow not sure what to say. A guy you barely know is offering to walk you home and it's not like it happens regularly.

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't but it helps that I want to." He looks over at you as you both start walking and flashes you a smile, causing you to blush slightly. After your first judgment of him, you're beginning to believe that he is not the person you perceived him to be, just like he said. You walk side by side, having random conversations and trying to get to know each other better. Getting to know the person underneath the masks that we wear to hide our true selves from the world.