L O S T C H A N C E *Luke Hemmings Imagine*:
"Are you here yet? The show’s about to start and I can’t see you anywhere!” Luke exclaimed, the hand around his phone clenching nervously. He was standing behind the curtain at the venue of his show, looking out into the sea of people for the one person that truly mattered, you. His heart jolted as you giggled, causing a ghost of a smile to grace his lips.
“We’re getting out of the car now, I’ll see you in a few,” you spoke. Luke sighed in relief, his hold around his phone loosening as you spoke the only words he needed to hear. You were here for him, just as you’d said you’d be.
It was the first time Luke, and the rest of the band, would be performing in front of their families. Luke was nervous to say the least. The sweat beading along his hairline and the thumping of his heart under his rib cage was enough to prove that. But you were here, and that was all the reassurance he truly needed.
Moral support wasn’t the only reason Luke needed you here. Tonight was the night when he’d finally tell you how he really felt about you. He’d been in love with you for the past two years, and he was so unbelievably sick of hiding it. He was so undeniably in love with you that your voice made his knees weak and his insides flip, your touch made his skin tingle with passion for you, your laugh made his heart clench and his mind race to think of other things to say that would enable him to be able to hear that glorious sound once again. He wanted, no, needed all of you, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. He couldn’t sleep another night knowing you weren’t his.
"W-wait," Luke stuttered, your words suddenly occurring to him, "we? Who else is here with you?" he asked. You giggled again, and he couldn’t stop the tingling of his fingers and toes from occurring. You.
"You’ll see, Luke. We’re coming inside now, okay? I’ll see you on stage, rock star," you said, and before he could reply the sound of a dead line rang through his ears.
He shrugged, thinking, that you’d just brought one of your female friends along with you. However, he couldn’t stop the worry from clouding his thoughts. 'What if she brought a guy? What if I've lost my chance already?' Luke thought. He shook his head quickly, ridding himself of the horrible thoughts that made his fists clench and his throat tighten. You were his, you had to be.
But still, his mind continued to conjure up every horrible ‘what if’ situation it could think of.
"Mate, we’re on in 5," his band mate said, clapping the distracted boy on his broad shoulder. Luke jumped as he was ripped away from his thoughts. Thoughts of you, that always seemed to cloud his mind at the most inconvenient of times.
The curly haired drummer raised an eyebrow at the young, jumpy boy. “You alright?” Ashton asked, letting his hand drop from the blonde’s shoulder. Luke nodded quickly, turning away from the older boy to look back out at the crowd.
"Hey, it’s alright to be nervous. You’ll be great, we all will. Tonight, we’re gonna prove to our families that putting our future’s on hold for this band was the right choice. You’ll see,” Ashton reassured him. Luke gave a tight smile, nodding curtly. Ashton’s words were nice, but they weren’t exactly what Luke needed to hear right now.
Luke left the curtain to go join his band in their pre-show cheering and exchanging of kind, reassuring words. Within a few minutes, the boys were running onto the stage one by one, offering waves and big smiles to the sea of screaming fans.
Luke began to sing, his voice shaking at first, but then gradually becoming stronger as he gained confidence. His eyes searched the crowd for you as he sang, but came up short.
Luke stepped away from the mic as his solo ended, jumping up on the speaker in front of him and waving his arm from side to side. He smiled widely as the crowd followed him, cheering and smiling adoringly at him. This was what it was all about.
Luke looked around, searching for you once again. He looked at nearly every face, seeing his family cheering and the hysterical fan girls losing their minds. Luke turned to Calum, laughing in astonishment at how far they’d come. All those days spent goofing off in Ashton’s garage were finally paying off.
He turned his head back to the crowd, looking up into the mezzanine seats. His eyes seemed to be immediately drawn to you like magnets to steel.
His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes drifted next to you at the guy who’s arm was draped lazily across your shoulders. Luke watched as the boy bent down and said something into your ear, causing that beautiful smile Luke adored so much to spread across your beautiful features.
His smile dropped and his arm hung limply at his side as he stared up at you. He was supposed to be the only person that could make you smile like that.
He looked away quickly, stepping off of the speaker and going back to his mic. He sang the next lyrics weakly, his voice shaking as his eyes drifted back up to you and the fucking jerk that thought he had the right to be standing next to you.
Luke’s eyes widened as the boy leaned over and kissed your temple, earning yet another smile from you.
His voice cracked as his hand slipped, playing a chord that was wrong, wrong, wrong.
"I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this," Luke said into the mic, his eyes locked on yours as you looked down at him, a concerned expression on your face. The boys stopped playing, turning to look at him in confusion.
"I’m so sorry," he whimpered before removing his guitar strap from his shoulder and setting it down quickly, sprinting off the stage as fast as his legs could take him. He ignored the screams of his band mates asking him to stop and ran to their dressing room, slamming the door. He looked around aimlessly, not quite knowing what he was searching for. He ran to the vanity he’d prepared himself in front of hours before and knocked everything off of it in one swipe, sending it all crashing to the floor. He kicked chairs over, sent the small garbage can near him flying into the couch and grabbed anything he could find, chucking it at the painted walls surrounding him. He spun around, sending his fist flying into whatever was near him.
He cried out in pain when his hand came in contact with the mirror attached to the vanity, shattering it and causing shards of sharp glass to dig into his skin.
"FUCK!" he screamed, dropping to his knees and cradling his hand to his chest. He’d broken it, he knew that for sure.
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. The fact that he no longer had a chance with you. He’d been so irrevocably in love with you. He planned on marrying you, traveling with you, having children with you. And now that was all gone, in the blink of an eye. Tears collected in his eyes and rushed down his face as it finally hit him. He’d lost his chance.
"Luke?" he heard from outside the door. His head snapped up as the door opened. His heart clenched as you appeared, looking down at him in a heap on the floor.
"Luke, what happened?" you asked, scrambling to kneel in front of him and wrap your arms around his shaking frame.
You gripped his wrist and raised his injured hand, a hiss leaving your mouth as you inspected the injury. His hand was obviously broken, and blood seeped from the deep cuts in his knuckles.
"L-Luke, why would you do this? What happened?" you asked, finally meeting his eyes. You reached up and wiped his cheeks, removing the warm tears from his burning skin.
Luke couldn’t speak, his voice was caught in his throat as he stared into your eyes. He leaned into your touch, parting his lips and breathing shakily.
"I’m in love with you, Y/N. I-I’m so incredibly in love with y-you, and I have no chance n-now," he stuttered, his voice just barely above a whisper as he closed his eyes.
Your eyes widened, your hand dropping from his cheek as you absorbed his words.
His eyes remained closed tightly, as if your words could blow a hole straight through his chest. That’s what it would feel like when you rejected him, anyway. Seconds passed, minutes passed. It seemed like you two sat there for an eternity.
Luke finally opened his eyes, frantically searching your face. You held an emotion he couldn’t read but wanted desperately to be able to.
"P-Please say something," he stuttered. His voice was so soft, so vulnerable that it broke your heart. He looked down at his hand when you said nothing, inspecting the disgusting injury. "Please say something," he repeated, tears beginning to well in his eyes again. When he’d met you years ago, he’d never imagined this was how your friendship would end.
Luke’s breath hitched as he felt your fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head up so that his eyes could meet yours again. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in a soft, timid kiss.
His eyes stayed open as yours closed. His eyebrows furrowed as tried to understand what was happening. You, the girl he’d been in love with for two years, were kissing him.
You pulled back when he didn’t respond, looking down at his hand.
"U-Uhm, I’m in love with you too," you whispered, looking up at him from underneath your lashes.
For a while he just sat there, making sure that he’d just heard what he’d just heard. When it finally clicked, he brought his uninjured hand to the back of your neck and pulled you toward him again, crashing his lips against yours and kissing you feverishly. You reached up and knotted your fists into his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you pushed every emotion you felt into that one kiss.
Luke pushed himself back so that his back was resting against the couch and gripped your waist, pulling you so that you were straddling his lap. His uninjured hand reached up and cupped your cheek as his lips slowed, the quick, frenzied kiss turning into a slow, passionate one. He moved his mouth against yours, his head tilting as he took in the new feeling. He’d been waiting for two years, fantasizing about how your lips would feel against his, but he’d never imagined it would feel this good.
His hands trailed down your sides and gripped your hips lightly as you brought your hands up to cup his face, pressing yourself closer to his chest.
After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away, resting your forehead against Luke’s. He opened his eyes and you watched as they drifted from your swollen lips to your eyes.
"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that," he whispered, craning his neck to press a small kiss to your lips again.
You smiled. “I definitely do. What brought this on, anyway?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing. He sighed, his grip on your hips tightening slightly .
"That guy you were with. I saw him kiss you and I… I..," he trailed off, his grip becoming painful. His injured hand screamed in protest, but he was too overwhelmed with anger and adrenaline to be able to feel it. You hissed, placing your hands over his.
"Shit, sorry," he whispered, loosening his grip. "I was gonna tell you tonight that I loved you, but then I saw you with that guy and I just lost it," he said, bringing his uninjured hand up to your face and stroking your bottom lip with his thumb. You laughed, closing your eyes.
"What?" he asked, moving his hand to rest on your neck.
"Luke, that was my cousin. We’re close, we kiss each other’s heads and cheeks sometimes. It’s nothing romantic, that’s disgusting," you laughed. His eyes closed quickly and he cursed under his breath, dropping his head back against the couch.
"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me," he said, earning another laugh from you.
"You’re an idiot," you said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. He shivered and lifted his head, connecting your lips once again.
"I love you," he whispered against your lips. You smiled.
"I love you too, Luke."
I had to rewrite that, and the first version was so much better, but here ya go ;) hope you enjoyed it!
Should I do a smutty part 2? Hmmmm….
Request here: x
Gif credit: x
You had been cleaning your shared apartment, minding your own business. You had music blasting through your speakers as you cleaned, dancing like an idiot. Ashton wasn’t supposed to be home for another three hours, so you had no problem with embarrassing yourself. Suddenly, one of…
he looks extremely thoughtful and insanely seductive at the same time
His shirt says “punk rock” but his face says “I’ve never sinned”