5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine

Personal Imagine for my little sis @yuli.ro on IG

I've barely slept for what feels like days, the bags under my eyes proving that, and I'm constantly restless every time I try to relax. I don't know why and I don't when it will stop, I'm just begging for sleep. It gets to the point where I want to scream and cry at how frustrated I'm getting at my body not co-operating with me.

"Luke."

I whine quietly, hoping to wake him up so I'm not awake on my own. He's so selfish going to sleep straight and leaving my laid awake. He grunts in his sleep, causing me to nudge him harder and say his name louder.

"What?"

His voice is raspy with sleep, quiet and irritated.

"I can't sleep."

"Well I can."

"Don't be a dick."

"What do you want me to do Yuli?"

I smile at his use of my nickname and I have nothing to suggest him. He huffs out, standing from the bed and stretching, before slowly walking out of the room and stumbling into things, causing me to giggle quietly to myself.

He's gone for a minute or two, before the door opens again, and he has his guitar in his hand.

"This isn't band practice, Luke."

He sits on the edge of the bed, the weight dipping it down, and he props the guitar on his knee. He runs a hand down his tired face and I lay there, watching him with curious eyes. He coughs slightly, picking at strings on the guitar to check it's in tune, before starting a familiar tune.

"I've seen love go by my door,

it's never been this close before,

never been so easy or so slow,

I've been shooting in the dark too long,

when something's not right, its wrong,

you're gonna make me lonesome when you go."

His rough, sleepy voice, sound beautiful as he sings away whilst playing the guitar. The sound is like a lullaby, peaceful and relaxing. I don't even hear the end of the song, drifting off into a dreamless sleep and feeling Luke lay down next to me, joining me in sleep.