5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke Imagine

Personal Luke imagine for @audrey_claire23 on IG

I walk down the school corridors, people shouting and laughing the day away, and I keep my eyes peeled for Luke's tall frame in the crowd. I think I recognise his blonde quiff, but then it disappears from view almost as quick as I spotted it.

I huff in disappointment and make my way to my next lesson, holding my books closer to my chest so they don't get knocked out of my arms by other students that are fighting nearby. I hurry passed them and slip into my next lesson, walking over to my usual seat and opening my textbooks to their relevant pages.

After 10 minutes, the door opens and some students begin to file in. amongst them, Luke and his friends. He has a backwards cap on, black jacket and jeans, and a smile that warms every inch of my body and I return it immediately.

He chews on his bottom lip, walking away from his friends and makes his way over to me, until one of them call him back.

He looks between myself and his friends for a few seconds, before choosing them over me as always. He sends me a sad smile and I just look back at my textbook. They hate the fact we're dating. I'm not in their social crowd and they fear for Luke's reputation.

"Everyone be seated, please."

The teacher begins our lesson, but my mind is haunted by the smile Luke sent to me before walking away from me. He's been growing distant, and I know why. It's because of his popularity and his friends. It's going to ruin us.

As soon as the bell rings, his friends all jump from their seats and drag him out of the door before I can even get a good look at him. He always walks with me from this class to my next period. Even before we got together. And the fact that this is the first time he isn't, breaks my heart slightly, but I refuse to let it show.

I sniffle slightly, blinking back the warm tears trying to force their way out, and I leave the room silently. I skulk down the corridor, trying to keep out of everyone's way, and I walk into my next lesson without a problem.

Luke and his friends are in this lesson, also. But I pay them no attention, taking my seat at the front and burying my nose inside the textbook again as the teacher begins the lesson.

I feel paper hit my back and I ignore it. I'm not far away from the trashcan, so it was probably an off shot. That is until it happens again, and again, and the fourth time it hits me head and is followed by a "Psst!"

I turn in my chair, annoyance evident on my features, and I look at Luke's group of friends and wait for an explanation.

They all smile sickeningly in my direction, before whispering to each other and laughing. My cue to turn back around. They're so irritating. I don't know why Luke hangs around with them, but that's not my place to say.

I'm hit again with another piece of paper, but I choose to ignore it, until someone throws a piece of folded up paper onto my desk.

I look behind me to see Luke isn't in the room anymore and his friends' gesture for me to read the note they sent:

Audrey,

We thought we should prepare you. Luke is dumping you for Stacey Carmichael at Lunch.

I turn back around to look at them and they give me sad looks. I can't tell if they're genuine or not, but my heart thinks they're being serious and hot tears spill down my cheeks and I ask to be excused.

Running out of the room, I hear their laughter follow me into the corridor, and I rush off to the toilets to be alone and sort myself out. I'm barely half way there when I almost collide with a hard body, and I feel their hands grip my arms and pull me into their chest.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Luke's panicked voice says into my ear, his body holding me tight against him, but I continue to cry, "What happened? Tell me. Please."

I can't seem to stop my pathetic sobs and I just hold onto the front of Luke's jacket, the only protection I have and need.

"Why are you breaking up with me?"

I manage to stutter the words out and Luke's body freezes, before holding me at arm's length.

"Where did you hear that?"

The shock on his face makes me think what I read was a lie, but I can't seem to believe it. He wipes the pads of his thumbs underneath my eyes, ridding me of tears, and he smiles at me to encourage me to talk.

"Your friends," I gesture behind me to the classroom, a sob escaping my lips, "they sent me a note. Saying you're breaking up with me for Stacey Carmichael."

As I finish my sentence, a fresh wave of tears hit me and Luke pulls me back into a comforting hug as I sob onto his shoulder.

"I'm not, Audrey." I rubs my back and hushes me in my ear, "I would never."

His words calm me slightly, causing my sobs to cease but my tears to continue. After 10 minutes, Luke pulls away from me to look at me. He grabs me by my hand, intertwining our fingers together, and pulls me over to the girl's toilets.

"Luke, you can't go in the girls."

"I can if I have to look after my girl."

He smiles at me, pulling me in behind him, and he sit my on the sink counter tops. He walks over to a stall, retrieving tissues, and walks back over and hands them to me. I wipe away the remnants of my tears as he strokes circles into my thigh to calm me down.

"Damn. We should go back to class, we've been gone ages!"

"Babe, we're not going back. I'm taking you out for the afternoon so that I can see my favourite sight."

I furrow my brows and look at him quizzically. The fear of skipping school is dismissed by my curiosity.

"Which is?"

"You and your beautiful smile, so let me get a glimpse."

He pokes me in my side, hitting a spot where I'm ticklish, and I giggle lightly. He does it again and again until I'm almost in fits of laughter, his chuckles mixing with mine to make music.

He stops and we calm down, smiling like idiots in the girls bathroom. He leans down and pecks my lips lightly with his, the faint taste of a cherry lip balm I left at his house one time that he continues to wear and refuses to give back.

"I love you, Audrey. Don't listen to them. I'm not going anywhere."