5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine

Entering your home, you call out to Luke and don’t receive a response. Removing your jacket and shoes, you leave them by the front door and hang your jacket on the coat hooks on the wall. Next to the hooks, you see a long piece of red string taped to the wall and stretching throughout the house. Numerous pieces of paper are hanging from it sparking your curiosity. You find the beginning of the string and start to read what is on each piece, reading it aloud.

“September the 17th, the day we first met. We was introduced by mutual friends at a party and, after much persuading, you finally gave me your number. Even if you was a bit reluctant to do so, I still think you was playing hard to get.” You chuckle lowly to yourself, the memories slowly coming back to you.

Your eyes trail over to the next piece, your hands reaching up to steady the paper, so that you can read that one as well.

“September 28th, our first date. I took you to fun fair, granted I didn’t have much money back then, but I thought we’d enjoy it. That is until a kid threw up on your new shoes and you demanded to be taken home. I genuinely thought that would have been our first and only date.”

You physically cringe at the thought of the kid and the sick, your new shoes were ruined and you felt like such a princess demanding to be taken home, but it was truly horrible.

“September 30th, our first bump. It was a literal bump as well, you practically rammed your shopping trolley into my leg because you wasn’t paying attention to your surroundings. I’m hoping you was thinking about me, not sure if that’s true but I still stay hopeful.”

You smile to yourself, all of the memories of your past together causing tears to well up in your eyes. The pieces of paper go on like that, listing important or significant dates to the pair of you. Your second date, meeting each other’s parents, your first argument which became your first makeup, your first I love you and your first house. Approaching the last piece of paper, you notice its blank, your brow furrows in confusion until you hear a voice from the room that you’re stood in the door way of.

“That’s got no date on it. No memory.” You turn to see Luke standing in the middle of the room, candles spotted around and glowing. You immediately get a bad feeling that you’ve missed your anniversary and try to think of a quick lie as he talks. “That’s because it’s a blank canvas, a place to write this memory.”

Your brow furrows further, if possible, and you watch as he gently bends his knee to the ground. You gasp, bringing your hands to your mouth as an audible sob comes from your parted lips.

“Y/N Y/L/N. We started on September 17th. That was 3 years ago and I believe I knew from that moment that this day would happen. I would be on one knee, asking you to be my wife and to stay with me for the rest of our lives. And even then, it would not be long enough for what I have planned for us. I want to make each and every day for you, the happiest that you will ever be. I never want to see you cry, unless its tears of joy. I want to give you children and to be your rock at the hardest and most difficult of times. I want to hold your hand through problems and to celebrate with you when we’re blessed because, Y/N, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. So, Y/N. I’m down on one knee, with this ring in my hand and I’m asking you,” He takes a deep breath, never breaking eye contact with you, “will you please marry me?”

Nodding and smiling through the waterfall of tears, you practically scream yes at him. He jumps up from the ground immediately pulling you towards him, picking you up and spinning you around in a circle as you both laugh like teenagers.

He sets you down, a childlike grin on his face, looking as if you’ve just granted all of his wishes. He gently cups your face and leans down to you, pressing a soft and loving kiss to your lips. He pulls away, the grin still in place and you can’t help but to smile back, never having felt this happy. Taking your left hand, he carefully positions the princess cut diamond ring onto your finger, leaving a small kiss atop of it.

He then let’s go of your hand, pulling a pen out from his back pocket, and strides over to the plain piece of paper on the string. You follow him, curious to what he will write, but he hides it from view until he’s finished. Pining it back up, he gives you the opportunity to read it, bringing his arms around your body from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as you read.

“June 11th, the day you said yes. If I somehow came to forget every day of my existence, I would hope, wish and pray that this be the one day that I do remember.”