Imagines

Homecoming Knights (Luke)

"What time is he getting here?" Ashton asks as him, Michael and Calum push through your front door.

"What are you doing here?" You ask the four grown men that have been your family for nearly 20 years. It was not rare that they decided to drop by, someone stopped in at least once a week, but never all at the same time unless something was planned.

Luke was watching something on television and you left the four best friends to go finish helping your daughter get ready. You went back upstairs and walked into your daughters room. She is standing in her pale pink dress and deciding on the earrings she wants to where.

You look at her for a moment, long blonde hair and pale blue eyes just like her fathers. You remember watching her grow up running into Luke's arms when he came home after a few weeks away. The early days of your family were hard. You were a single mom most of the year while Luke travelled the world and appeared all over television and magazines with Ashton, Calum and Michael. Yet you both fought for your family, and against all odds made it through the storm.

"Which ones?" She turns to you, a different earring in each ear.

"The gold ones," you step forward and fix a loose strand of her hair.

Her phone on her dresser vibrates and a huge smile takes over her face.

"He's here," she exclaims an steps around you, nearly tripping in her heels as she runs out her door and down the stairs. You follow her, laughing at the excitement of the 15-year-old.

When you reach the stairs, her face is bright red as she stands behind the tall broad backs of her father and uncles.

You push through the muscular arms of some of your best friends to see all of them standing, arms crossed and staring down at the poor boy here to take your daughter to homecoming.

"What's your name?" Calum asks. The tattoos on his arms would be enough to scare any kid away, but this one stood strong as he looked at the four giant Australians.

"Kennie," he says, and his voice falters.

"Dad!" Sarah pushes through the arms of her uncles and smiles at Kennie. "Ignore them, let's go!"

"Woah there," Michael grabs ahold of Sarah's hand and keeps her in the doors. "We want to talk to your friend here."

Sarah glares at Michael as the other three herd around Kennie and her and sit them down in the living room.

"So Kennie, play any sports?" Ashton asks, putting an arm protectively over Sarah's shoulders.

"Yes sir," Kennie replies. "I am the JV quarterback of the football team."

"He's a jock," Michael whispers to Calum, loud enough for everyone to hear. Kennie's cheeks turn red and he looks at his hands while Sarah continues to stare daggers at everyone.

"Mom!" She begs me.

"Nothing I can do about it," you raise your hands and turn around to head to the kitchen to start cooking dinner.

You listen in as the poor boy is tortured for a few minutes before they finally release him. You hear the front door close and a second later the four men children are laughing as they take seats at the counter.

"Must you torture her?" You ask as you throw a salad together while the pasta boils.

"It's my duty as a father," Luke defends himself, grabbing a cucumber off of the cutting board. You barely miss his finger with the knife.

"And mine as an uncle," Ashton adds. Michael and Calum both nod in agreement.

"Jocks," Michael laughs and all four of them join in as little footsteps coming running up from the basement.

"Can Ben sleep over tonight?" Mac asks. At 12 years old he towers over you already, genes he most definitely got from his father.

"Sure," you say and he goes running back downstairs.

"When did we get old?" Calum asks, looking beyond stressed out with the events of the night.