5SOS Book of Imagines

LRH // Bestfriend (1)

"Do I look okay?"

You turned away from reading The Fault in Our Stars when you heard Luke call you, you glanced at him standing in front of the mirror while adjusting a dark gray and black striped sweater.

"Where are you going anyway?" You asked, not answering his question.

"Sienna and I have a date," he muttered shyly.

You fought so hard to maintain your cool. But deep down you're hurting like a bitch. Calm down, you scolded yourself. You're just his bestfriend. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Since when have you two been dating? You're keeping secrets from me now, Luke? Ouch," you told him. Joking but half meant.

He sighed, walked across the room and sat beside you, slowly he put his arms around your shoulders, "And since when were you this sensitive, Y/N? Do you have your period or something?"

Then he chuckled, you closed your eyes, savoring the sound. You then shove him away from you, not wanting to touch him more, not wanting to feel more than you already do.

"Fuck off, Hemmo," you muttered, picking up your book once again.

But as childish as Luke is, he inched closer to you, peeked above your book, "Aww, Y/N is mad. So do I look okay?"

You always do. You said in your mind.

"You look like a homeless guy," you blurted out instead, giggling ever so slightly.

Luke started to tickle your sides, making you drop your book, "What? I look like a homeless guy?"

He said laughing, tickling you while you thrashed in the couch, shrieking.

"Stop, Luke! *giggles* Stop please," you tried your best to be able to sit down and in the process of the both of you thrashing around, before you realized, your faces were inches away from each other.

You stopped struggling, lost in the stare of those sparkling, blue eyes. The eyes that you have been secretly staring onto whenever he's not looking. The eyes of the boy you loved, to the extent that you would help him dress up for a date with another girl.

You saw Luke swallow, the movement of his throat noticeable in your closeness. You stared at him unable to move, when he dropped his eyes down to your lips, coming back to your eyes.

He licked his lips slowly, unconsciously biting his lip, his eyes seemed like they were asking permission to kiss you. Then slowly, he leaned in. You closed your eyes.

The kiss was nothing you ever imagined. Yes, you have daydreamed of kissing Luke for ages, ever since you realized that you liked him more than as a friend, but it didn't came any close to the real thing.

His lips tasted so sweet, kissing you with utter gentleness, like both of you were savoring the feeling. You moaned when you felt his lipring at the corners of your mouth, its cold metal touch turning you on, sending you in a frenzy.

Your hands found its way to his neck, your hands buried in his hair, you sighed against his lips. How long have you wanted to twist your fingers in that too perfect quiff? It was just a dream come true.

And his arms snaked around you, sending electric shocks inside you, like every nerve ending in your body went haywire when they realized whose hands were touching you.

The kiss became aggressive, wanting. And you feel him slowly pushing his tongue inside your mouth, seeking entrance--

*ring*

You both gasped, pulled away for a little. His eyes caught yours in the same hot stare, but now there's confusion in his blue eyes. You panted, out of breath as the both of you just stared at each other realizing what happened.

You turned your eyes away as he cleared his throat, picking up the phone.

"Sienna? Hi, honey. Yes, uhm, I'm on my way to pick you up," he said and then hung up.

You sat there, picking up your book and pretended to read.

"Gotta go. L-laters, Y/N."

You barely nodded.

And as you heard the door close behind you, his car starting and pulling away from the driveway, you cried.