5SOS Imagines

Luke - He Cheers You Up

Author: Rhine

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You aren’t sure what’s gotten into you, but the pressing feeling on your shoulders weighted you down until you were sinking further into the couch, burying your head in the cushions.

You closed your eyes and curled up into a ball, trying to rearrange your cluttered thoughts and scattered feelings, but with no luck. Your thoughts were swimming in disjointed patterns, hopping from one to another in some sort of incoherent waltz, and your feelings were no better – you couldn’t distinguish what you wanted or what was wrong, just a gaping void that seemed to suck everything away.

You felt weighed down, suffocating partially from the mess of feelings and the cushions in your face.

You don’t know why you felt so empty – maybe it was the bits and pieces of moments from your day, from your week – moments that made you go oh, or moments that made you trip in your steady step. They added up slowly; originally just small cracks in your days that joined together to create a gaping hole in your system.

You hate how you can’t place a finger on a single thing to make you feel this way, or how you can’t seem to find a solution, or how you were moping on a perfectly good day.

A sudden weight appears behind you, and you can feel the couch sinking in with the additional weight. Long arms wrap around your waist, gently trying to turn you the other way.

Luke.

You stubbornly refuse to turn towards him, simply out of your own frustration of not being able to figure out what’s wrong – and besides, you didn’t want him to see you this way – what if he laughed at your silliness?

But you gave in, like you always did. His arms are warm, much warmer than the couch, and you find yourself slowly turning into him, burying your face in his chest and entwining his long legs with yours.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

His words get lost in your hair, his voice low and concerned. You merely snuggle closer to his chest, relishing in the warmth of his arms, mumbling an incoherent s’nothing into his worn shirt.

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be like this.”

He tilts your head up so you have to look at him, his bright blue eyes worried.

“What’s wrong?”

You crinkle your nose at him before sighing dejectedly, your attempts at humour and carelessness weak and definitely not fooling him.

“I… I don’t know. I just feel so off today, and I don’t know why. It’s stupid, really.”

Your words come out as a mutter, and your cheeks tinge pink at the embarrassing realization of how silly you sound. You bury your head back into Luke’s chest so that he can’t see the flush in your cheeks, and so you don’t have to meet his eyes.

You feel him wrap his arms around you again, pulling you even closer towards him as he rests his chin on your head. He kisses the top of your head and you find yourself managing a small smile – it wasn’t much, but it was more than what you managed to muster the whole day.

“It’s not stupid, babe – we all have those days. I promise it’ll pass soon, okay?”

You can almost hear the boyish smile in his voice, and you don’t need to see his face to picture the sweet smile on his lips.

“And how can you possible promise something like that, Luke Hemmings? I feel like I’ve been in this never ending swamped funk for days now, and at this point tomorrow isn’t looking much better, either.”

“Well, that’s because you didn’t see me yesterday or the day before that.”

“How highly you think of yourself.”

“Don’t say anything until it works, babe.”

He chuckles lightly and you can feel the reverberations in his chest, echoing in your ear.

You can feel his fingers play with the ends of your hair, occasionally drawing circles on the small of your back, and the small gestures soothe you. You close your eyes and you listen to Luke’s heartbeat next to your ear; the tune he hums softly above you calming your haywire emotions.

He buries his head in your hair and starts to plant light kisses along your hairline in between his humming, and you can’t help but to giggle at his feather-light touch on your scalp.

He moves down from your scalp to your forehead, down to your nose and on both cheeks, and before you know it, his lips are pressed against yours and he’s smiling like he’s just won the biggest trophy in the world.

You give in to his touch – how could you not with Luke? – and his touch wanders from your waist to your jaw to the back of your neck and back to your waist again, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his fingers go.

You close your eyes and you let everything fall away – all your stupid worries and troubles and sadness – until it’s just you and Luke and his hands trailing down your body and your fingers tangling themselves in his golden locks.

He bites your lip and you pull on his lip ring and he smiles before squeezing your sides gently, causing you to giggle before melting into him again.

When the two of you finally pull away for air, you’re both grinning; hair messed and lips puffed, something mischievous glimmering in his eyes that reflects into yours.

Luke kisses your lips sweetly one last time before rubbing his nose with yours, purposely scrunching up his nose and squinting his eyes just so you can smile at his silly expression.

When he looks at you again, his eyes are mere millimeters away from yours and you can almost see yourself reflecting back in his electric blue eyes that you loved so much.

“Feel better, babe?”

He grins, a triumphant expression on his face as he plays with his fingers behind your back.

“Maybe just a bit.”

You tease him, sticking your tongue out at him, reveling in his pout that follows.

“You’re a tricky one, aren’t you?”

You grin and provide no answer, and he merely raises his eyebrows and lowers his voice until it’s just a husky whisper on for you to hear.

“Let’s see – maybe a round two will change that.”

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