Imagines

Change His Ways Part II (Luke AU)

"You two could cover magazines," one of the other bridesmaids tells you as you make your way back to the table up front. You ignore the remark and go to hug your best friend. You ignore Luke talking to Calum about something you don't care about and just look, once again, at how beutiful she looks.

"Who would have thought," she whispers in your ear, "you and Luke. I like it, actually."

"Oh, ew, not you too?" you say in disgust and let go of her hands. You make your way over to the open bar, you have a feeling small things like this are going to continue being said throughout the course of the night.

"No really!" she says, picking up the skirts of her dress to run after you. "I think it would be a match made in heaven."

"You know how he is," you remind her. This makes her stop and think for a second and you are shocked that for once she is actually speechless.

"People change Y/N," she says when she finds her words. The single sentence makes your eyes roll dramatically. You know better than anyone that people don't change.

The party goes on and you are able to forget the idea of you and Luke as you dance with your best friends niece. Her dark hair is curled and she can't stop talking about her big bow in her little dress. You can't believe Meghan is four years old, you remember when she was born. You and (YOUR BEST FRIENDS NAME) booked it to the hospital at three in the morning just too meet her.

When you sit down with some of (YBFN) family to chat and catch up, you happen to glance over and watch as Meghan pulls on Luke's suit jacket and points to the dance floor. The smile that covers his face as he allows Meghan to lead him to the dance floor takes you by surprise. It's warm and endearing, no hidden meaning that goes with his usual smirk.

"So (Y/N), any men in your life?" (YBFN)'s grandmother asks. You shake you head no but find yourself glancing back over to Luke and Meghan and find yourself second guessing everything.

When he steps off the dance floor, however, the feeling is gone. You watch him go right over to two of the bridesmaids and that smile of his is back. You find yourself stomping over there and in doing so, the other two girls retreat.

"You are awful," you hiss at him.

"Tell me something I don't know, (Y/N)," he rolls his eyes as if he has heard it all before and your anger fumes as he orders a drink.

"For half a second there I was wondering if everyone is right, maybe you have changed," you tell him, trying hard to not make a scene. "Maybe I should give you a chance, but then you go right back to it."

"What do you mean, maybe I've changed?" He asks. There is no smirk, no hint of ridicule. You are taken aback by the tone of his voice. You adjust your dress and look away from those eyes

"Maybe you're ready to stop being such a womanizer," you say, but the force in your voice is gone.

"Have you ever considered that I sleep around because I haven't found anyone that I want to let in?" He asks. His voice low. He looks around making sure no one hears what he is saying and you laugh.

"Please, this isn't a romance novel and you aren't 50 Shades of Fucked up," You hiss back.

"Right, because you know everything," he chuckles, looking down at his feet. He throws back his drink and puts his glass on the table. With one last glance at me he walks away quickly and before you know if, you're running after him.

"Luke!" You follow him out of the ballroom and down the grand staircase of the New York Palace. "What is your problem today?"

"I don't know (Y/N), you seem to know everything about me. You tell me." He counties storming off, grabbing a bottle of alcohol from an unsuspecting cater-waiter.

"Shit." You mumble and chase after him yet again.