5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine

The day was finally here, it was the one you had been dreaming of since you was a little girl, walking around in white bed sheets, with a pillow case placed on top of your head imagining this very day. Except this time, your long flowing white gown was no longer made out of cheap bedding material and your pillow case had been replaced with a tiara and veil.

All 4 of your bridesmaids, dressed in lilac, were hurriedly rushing around the room making sure everything was perfect for the day, whilst you sat there in your chair, calmly.

"Shouldn't you be panicking right now? Screaming about being nervous and turning into a total Bridezilla?" Your Maid of Honour asks you. It's true, when you see people getting married in rom-coms they're anxious and shouting before the event takes place. But not you, why should you be nervous if you're making a good decision? You're marrying your best friend, the man of your dreams. It's not like you're going to wake up tomorrow morning regretting it. You loved Luke and that was never going to change, so why get nervous over something so great.

"No, I'm happy, ecstatic even. Why worry? Even if I trip walking down the aisle, I'm OK with that" You state calmly to the room, the smile on your face never faltering. Your bridesmaids exchange confused glances with one another, before looking at you as if you just said you're going to get married naked.

"She's high" One of your bridesmaids claims to the others, murmurs of agreement follow with nods of heads. You laugh at their incredulous remarks.

"I am not high!" Continuously laughing throughout your statement, this doesn't relax the looks on your bridesmaid's faces and you begin to think this day needs to move on quickly just to loosen them up. At this your mind wanders to Luke, is he nervous? Is he acting like your bridesmaids, or is he sitting down, unwinding and laughing at other people's stupid remarks? A flattering grin, gracing his handsome features. "Can someone get me Luke please?" You ask the room, your tone turning serious. Immediately, everyone stops what they are doing and looks over at you, tensions filling the room.

"Shit. No. You can't do that, its bad luck." Someone exclaims to you, you not bothering to see who it is.

"A minute ago you said you was fine, I knew you'd get nervous. Just take deep breaths, sweetie, everything will be fine." Your Maid of Honour rushes the words out to you over the voices of the masses in the room trying to convince you that the wedding will go perfectly, or that Luke will be waiting for you at the altar.

"Can everyone shut the hell up?" You shout to the room, it instantly going silent so you can add "Thank you now, if you don't mind, can someone go get Luke and bring him to me?" Your Maid of Honour is about to interrupt, so you raise a hand to silence her and cut in "I'm not nervous. I am absolutely fine and I don't care if its bad luck, I can handle bad luck. Right now, I just miss my fiancé and can't wait another 2 hours to see him so, if someone doesn't mind? Chop, chop. I'm sure you all have other things to be doing."

At this, everyone disperses the room, leaving you sitting alone. You take a deep breath, still not from nerves but from the headache they all just gave you with their rambling in such a vast room, the echoes making the voice of 10 turn to voices of 50.

Suddenly a light knock at the door snaps you out of your relaxation mode. Carefully you stand up, not wanting to rip or crease your dress, and approach the door. Just as you place your hand on the handle and begin to open the door, it sticks not opening at all.

"What the hell?" You breathe out, panic beginning to set in at the thought of being locked in the room until a deep voice is heard through the wood.

"I don't want you to open the door, and I know you told everyone you don't care and that the bad luck thing is just a myth but I'd rather not risk it. I want us to have continuous good luck in our marriage if you don't mind" He says, chuckling and even though you can't see him, you know he has a wide smile stretching his face as he talks. Luke continues to talk, even though you hadn't replied. "Are you nervous?"

"No" You state confidently to him through the door, wishing you could see through the material and look into his ocean blue eyes staring back into yours. "Are you?" You ask, hopeful that he's not getting cold feet about marrying you.

"God no." He laughs whilst you expel a breathless laugh. "Why would I ask you to marry me only to get nervous on the day of the wedding? Seems stupid if you ask me." You smile at his confident words, glad he hasn't been thinking negative thoughts about the day. He adds jokingly "And a waste of money either way." Your jaw drops open.

"Lucas!" You yell at him through the door, shocked at him claiming the day of your dreams was a waste of money. He chuckles loudly, and you can imagine his eyes squeezing shut whilst shaking his head and you try to keep the frown on your face and not smile, buts it's of no use he can't see it anyway.

"I'm joking, babe. We could go get married on the street, wearing sweat pants and I'd be thrilled that you was standing next to me" He tries to turn the situation around, the smile on your face appearing and due to your silence he knows he succeeded as he continues "That's what's important to me. You. Being there next to me, not only today, but for the rest of my life. Our lives." The seriousness creeping into his voice whilst he talks, making you smile widely, closing your eyes in relief that he wants you just as badly as you want him.

"I love you" You gently whisper, unsure if he will even hear you through the door.

"I love you more" He responds quietly "I should go, the lads have reserved me a spot at the top of the aisle. I'll keep the spot warm for your attendance" He laughs lightly, causing you to giggle at him.

"I'll see you there I guess. I'll be the one in white" You shake your head at your cliché remark, regretting saying even as he laughs through the door.

"I despise that over used saying. It's a good thing I can't wait to see how beautiful you look in white." You snort a laugh, causing his to boom outside in the corridor and you join in. You bid your farewells and walk to the wall length mirror and stare at your appearance, turning from left to right to inspect your dress. It's no bed sheet and pillow case, but it will do.