this was a bad idea - this is a bad idea . what is he doing here ? he has no business being here . what , just because he managed to link tony stark to some kid named peter parker when he landed in new york , suddenly it’s fine to pretend he knows anybody in this - this - this frickin’ party? god . harley’s never been to anything this big , and this loud . actually , he’s never been to anyparty full-stop , always too busy being the kid who has to take care of a little sister , the kid who got casted away , the kid who “imagined” tony stark standing in his garage when he’s eleven . and now he’s just — standing in a stranger’s bathroom at a fantastic party in new york , half-drunk , and scared to his stomach . why was this a good idea again ? ❝ wh - what ? i’m not — i’m not freaking out in here , you’re freaking out , what ? sorry . i just . um . i’m using , uh . this . the — whole . uh , bathroom . place . uh . so . you need to - leave . ❞
“Y/N and Luke Hemmings. Please see me after class.” Senora says. Your heart beats fast. What could she want? You were a pretty good student in a Spanish. You weren’t sure if you were Senora’s favorite student but that didn’t matter. What made you even more nervous was the sound of Luke Hemmings name. So nervous that your hands began to shake. You looked at your Spanish teacher. She smiled warmly at you. You offered her a small smile back but it fell. You knew very well what Luke thought of you. It happened just 2 years ago when you were a new student.
“Hello.” A voice said. You turn around and see a girl. She smiles warmly at you and offers to show you around the school which you gladly excepted. After a couple rooms, she told you shed had to go to the restroom to make a quick pit stop. You nodded in response and tapped your foot in an irregular rhythm to a tune of song you liked, waiting for her to return.
“Are you the new girl? A voice asks behind you. You turn around and see a boy way taller than you with a blonde fringe. You nod meekly, your words burning in your throat. His chapped pink lips curve slightly.
"I hope you dont get trampled.” He says coldly. You frown. He laughs.
“Best of luck to you.” He spits before turning away.
“Y/N.. please translate the next paragraph.” Senora asks sweetly, snapping you back into reality. You sigh and translate the paragraph perfectly with your accent you somehow muster through you nervous body. She smiles at you and continues to talk but you blare her out. Your eyes trail to Luke who (coincidentally) sat 3 seats away from you. His hair lost the fringe a year ago and was now in a small quiff. His eyes were sea blue and his height was never ending. But he hated everyone in this school. From day one. If looks could kill, hed have half the school dead. All he cared of was his band and his grades. Well not much of his grades but to the point of passing unlike some guys here. But that didnt stop girls from fawning over him and his band. Ever day you had to trudge to school, hearing things like “Id so suck Luke’s dick just for tickets to his show” and “Omg Megan!! The tickets arent even expensive and im pretty sure youd give him a bj, nonetheless." You shudder and pull on your collared uniform, waiting for the class to end. When the bell rang, you were a nervous wreck. Getting called by the teacher was seriously the scariest thing yet. But you tamed your shaking body and bit your lip. Shuffling your things together you walked to the teachers desk.
"You wanted to see me, Senora.” You say. You hear the soft clanks from Luke’s shoes and within seconds, he stands next to you. He raised his hand to rub his neck and brushed past your arm. You blushed at the warm contact but fixed your attention to the teacher.
“I know the both of you have heard of the Spanish Program.” Of course you have heard of the Spanish Program. Its a fancy name but really means you need help in the subject and have to come everyday to the library to receive it. But that scared you. You passed all subjects. Cue the rambling.
“Senora. I dont need help. Ive passed all subjects and I cant have this on my reputation. Ill lose college credits, you must under-” She silences you.
“Y/N, I want you to tutor Luke every day after school. He seems to be slacking.” She says, concerned. Luke rolls his eyes and lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“Do I have-” Luke was cut off.
“Yes you do. I want progress, Mr. Hemmings.” She says shortly. He sighs and nods.
“You may have the library or your home. Have a nice day.” She says. You scurry out of the room. Sure, it may look like your a nerd but you really weren’t. Outside of school, you had a mind of your own. A crazed mind that is. Since Spanish was your last class, you walk quickly (run) to your locker to get away from the awkwardness with Luke. You shove your books in your bag and slam your locker only to see Luke lying beside your neighbors locker. You shake a little before letting out a breathy gasp. Luke let out a chuckle. You could have sworn it was at the most.
“Do you wanna go to my house? Tutor me there?” He asks, casually. You raise an eyebrow. He talks like its been years. You fix your backpack strap and shrug.
“Sure.” You mumble.
“Did I do something?” He asks softly.
“Your acting like we’ve been talking forever. Its okay. We can get this over with and ill be out of your life within a snap.” You blurt, quickly regretting it. You didnt want to be out of Luke’s life. Not necessarily. You actually have attended one of his concerts and you had grown a small liking towards him. Other girls would kill to be you. His lips curve making you feel smaller than a lint ball.
“Ill see you at 6. Your place.” You mumble before walking away.
“WAIT, Y/N!!!” You hear him yell your name. You turn around and wait for him to catch up.
“I never said I didn’t want you in my life.” He says, softly. Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion before realizing something. He must be giving you pity. You don’t need pity. He didn’t know the real you and he didn’t need too either.
“I don’t need you condolence. Ill see you later.” You sigh, leaving him standing there in the hallway. You race home and lock the door before walking in. You consult with your mother about the whole program and she was ecstatic about you helping others. You quickly took a shower and changed from your school uniform and into a baggy Nirvana shirt and black leggings. You tie your hair into a ponytail and check the time. Luke had given you the address to his house and it seemed like it would take only 5 minutes to reach. You pedaled on your bike with your book bag on your back to his house and reached in no time. You quickly tightened your ponytail and brushed off the dust of your leggings and made your way to the door. A lady opened it with a bright smile before frowning.
“Are you another girl of Luke’s?” She asks. You shake your head, confused.
“I’m his Spanish tutor.” You say. Her lips curve and she beams.
“Upstairs, 2nd room to your left. Oh i’m his mother. Liz.” She says. You nod your head and smile.
“Y/N.” You say before heading upstairs. You softly knock on the door and waited. You were about to to turn around, afraid it may have been the wrong door till Luke opens it. He wore a simple Mayday Parade shirt with black skinny jeans. You were surprised at his taste but walked in anyway.
“Hey..” He says softly. You offer him a smile.
“Hi.” You say before pulling out your books.
“So we can start with Chapter 14 Section A paragraph 3.” You say. He nods and takes out his book.
“I like your shirt.” He says, his eyes trailing down your body. You blush bright red and look down at your book.
“Lets work on your translation skills, ill read sentence by sentence and ask you to repeat them so you can fluctuate your accent. Then we can work on translating.” You say. He nods and begins to read. You roll your eyes and interrupt him.
“Luke, your on the wrong chapter.” You say. He leafs through some more making your roll your eyes again. You get up and walk beside. You lean down, your arm brushing his chest as you try to find the correct page. You feel his stare at you but you ignore him. You flip the book to the cover before realizing that Senora had accidentally given him a different book. Your frown lightly.
“You can share with me.” You say. He nods and scoots over. You go over the translation and he seems to ace it.
“Okay. Sentence structure. I’m going to pick a word from this bank in Spanish and you make a sentence out of it.” You say. He nods and leans back in his chair, his tongue flicking his lip piercing making your heart thump faster and your hands begin to sweat. You immediately look down and trace your finger along the book.
“Extrano (weird)” You say. He laughs and quickly forms a sentence from the back of his mind. You go through a couple words at random.
“Okay, I think this will be the last word for our lesson today. Then I can go home.” You sigh, tiredly. He nods slowly.
“Bonita (pretty)” You say. He looks at you deeply.
“Y/N es muy bonita.” He whispers, leaning in. His warm breath hit your face. You close your eyes for a minute, your heart racing. You open your eyes to see Luke’s and shake your head.
“You know what that means right?” You ask.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have said it.” He retorts. You frown.
“Thats not true.” You say.
“I never said it was false either.” He says. You stand up, your heart racing for the billionth time. He had just given you a compliment. And he wasn’t joking. Or you think he was. He mustve been joking. It was just a sentence. A part of this lame tutoring program. Dammit! Why did studies have to interfere with your emotions. You retrieve your bag but it fell shortly from your reach.
“I have to go.” You whisper. He stands up.
“Wait, Y/N. I need to tell you something.” He says. Your lips curve.
“What?” You ask. He takes long strides towards you, backing against the wall. He pushes your lose strands back. You feel his breath hitting your face.
“Im sorry. 2 years ago.” He whispers. Your eyes bulge. He remembered?
“You remember?” You squeak.
“Well how could I forget? Your always on my mind.” He says. Your lips quiver and your heart races again. Before you could say another word, he presses against you. His lips mold into yours. You flutter your eyes closed and kiss back, your hands wound in his hair. You feel his rip ring move making you giggle.
“What?” He asks.
“Stop that.” You groan.
“Stop what..?” He asks, innocently. You roll your eyes.
“Your rolling your lip ring. Its driving me insane.” You say. He raises an eyebrow.
“Are you telling me I drive you insane?” He asks. Your eyes widen.
“W-What? No!!!” You exclaim. He laughs and presses his lips to your cheek.
“Your cute when you stutter. Your cute when you do anything, really.” He mumbles, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You smile before wringing out of his grip. You throw your bag on your shoulder.
“You only know half of what I really am.” You say. He pouts.
“When do I get to see the other half?” He asks. You smirk.
“I don’t know.” You say and fix your posture.
“Ill see you tomorrow.” You say winking, leaving him wanting to see you more than anything.
Had this idea while talking on the phone. It wasnt requested. Hope you liked it!! :)
#2 - Luke believes you left him but you were really out looking for an apartment for the both of you, requested by anonymous.
Things with Luke had been rocky, to say the least. He was spending a lot of time in the studio these days and you were spending just as much time at Uni, and when you both came home you were tired and most days stressed or easily annoyed. It was grating slowly at your relationship with him, you could just feel it.
A part of you paused and considered maybe just letting it go. That would be the easy way, wouldn’t it? Maybe it’d be better. Maybe he’d be better off without you. But then you wanted to both laugh at yourself and slap yourself. The simple suggestion was ludicrous.
Sure you guys had been having more than your fair share of petty fights, but they were all just that – petty as hell. You needed Luke; you were completely, totally, head over heels for him. You couldn’t let him get away that easily. So when you woke up on the morning of your two-year anniversary, you knew what you had to do.
It had been something you both had been talking about for a long time, only put on pause by the recent influx of arguments. But maybe if you went ahead… it would remind you both how much you loved each other and solve said arguments. It was a gamble, really. He could love it, completely and totally, or he could laugh in your face and reject it and then you’d be left alone with it.
What the hell would you do in a flat all by yourself, anyway? You’d have to search for roommates – no way would you be able to afford the whole thing. Not by yourself, not with your shitty part-time waitressing job. But it was all you felt you had at this point.
Here was the thing – you’d do anything to save your relationship with Luke. You were that in love with him. The idea of losing him made your stomach twist and turn painfully and you could feel your chest tightening. That was just the idea. Actually losing him was something you couldn’t bear.
So even though it probably wasn’t the most logical idea, when you woke up on the morning of your two year anniversary, you knew what you had to do. Luke lay shirtless beside you, twisted up in the sheets. You’d stayed at his place the night before and it had been weird. He was tired and snippy and you were annoyed with him and your professor and it was just bad. You said maybe three words that weren’t hostile to each other before just going to bed. You didn’t even spoon. You guys always spooned before.
But today would be better; you decided this as you got up and pulled your jeans on. He’d take one look at the flat you’d get them, grin, fall in love with you all over again, and then hopefully fuck you senseless on your new kitchen counter. You’d even settle for a make-out session, really.
You grabbed your stuff, taking an extra-long time to search for your phone charger which you couldn’t find. Shuffling through his dirty clothes was disgusting. That was one thing he’d have to get out of; leaving all of his shit lying around. No way were you going to put up with sharing a bedroom like that.
Eventually, you gave up. His room was a wreck, you probably wouldn’t find it until you guys started packing. Plus, he could wake up any moment. If you had to explain why you were leaving chances were you’d blurt it out and you didn’t want that to happen. You paused by the door though, glancing back at a sleeping Luke. Maybe you should write a note though? He’d probably worry. But you just assumed he’d guess you went out to breakfast with your mum or something of that source. Plus, you really wanted this to be a surprise. So you opted out of the note and just sent one last smile his sleeping-way, before making your way out of his mum’s house.
Neither of you had ever bought an apartment before. You were only nineteen years old and you both still lived with your parents. You were a bit clueless when it came to some of the stuff, so you decided to bring your dad along to help. After a long day spent searching for a good place, you finally settled upon something you knew he’d love and you loved as well. The down-payment nearly broke your bank account, but your father helped a little as an early birthday-Christmas (which you spend the entire ride back to Luke’s thanking him repeatedly and swearing you’d pay him back) and you had saved up quite a large sum over the years, so that helped as well.
You’d definitely need Luke’s help with the first bills, but after that things would be pretty even which you were looking forward to. You didn’t want to feel like you were leeching at Luke’s money. Honestly, most of the time you forgot Luke had that much money… that was, until you took a look at his band tee collection. And then it was clear. But otherwise, you’d never know. He didn’t really splurge much, except on skinny jeans and snapbacks and dumb penguin apps.
The thought made you smile. You were so stupidly in love with Luke Hemmings it wasn’t even funny.
Once you arrived at Luke’s, you quickly thanked your father with a huge grin and planted a huge kiss on his cheek before waving goodbye to him. Excitement pulsed in your veins. You could not wait to show Luke your new place. All the doubt you’d had before was now erased as you thought of the marble counters, shiny hardwood floor and gorgeous bay view of your new place. He would love it. You had no doubt.
He’d love you.
You threw the door open, in your excitement forgetting to knock.
…And came face to face with the sight of the boys all crowded around Luke, who sat on his couch and had his head in his hands.
Your face fell. What the hell was going on? Was his brothers alright? Was his father? Oh, God. Liz. “Luke? What happened?” You directed this question at the boys, rushing towards them. You accidentally elbowed Michael in the ribs in an attempt to get to Luke. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? Your mum, and dad, and-“
When Luke looked up at you, you froze. He’d been crying. You could clearly tell. You swallowed thickly. Oh, oh no. Oh, god. Without hesitation, you threw your arms around him. “What happened, Luke?”
You’d been expecting a death; a terminal illness; maybe even the family dog had passed. Maybe a long-lost cousin twice removed had been removed once more. Hell, you expected him to tell you the goldfish ran away before he told you what he did (and you didn’t even own a goldfish! Though, now that you had that new place maybe you could get one together…).
“It’s our anniversary. You weren’t here when I woke up. You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts. I thought you’d left me.”
You were idly aware of the sound of the door shutting softly, and guessed that the boys had retreated to give you guys space. You were also very, very aware of his arms encircling your waist, pulling you tighter against him and even more, the vulnerability in his voice. You could barely register his words. The idea of you doing that was… well, it made no sense in your brain. Earlier you’d considered it, but now it wasn’t even a possibility. Luke was everything.
“Luke… I could never leave you. I’m so sorry I didn’t reply. My phone must have died. I lost my phone charger in the dump you call a room.” You told him this only after you’d pulled back to look him in the eye. “Luke, I love you so fucking much. I could never leave. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. But I don’t want to. I love you, Lucas.”
He smiled at you and leaned in closer. Your heart raced in your chest like it had done the very first time you guys kissed, like it had always done with every kiss. He always made your palms sweat and pulse race. Whether it was two months or two years or even twenty - you just knew he’d always have that effect on you.
“I bought us a flat.” You blurred this before his lips even touched yours. When he leaned back to look at you, you cursed yourself. Should have let him kiss you first, dammit.
The heat that rushed your cheeks could rival that of a fire. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea, in hindsight? It was pretty dumb, actually. Who does that? Who buys their boyfriend a flat for your anniversary? “I… I dunno. I just. We had been talking about moving in together… before, you know?” Before things got weird and you guys started fighting so much. “And I woke up this morning and I didn’t want to fight with you today. I wanted to feel close to you again. I wanted to fix us… so I bought us a place for ourselves. Was it dumb? It was dumb wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have. I didn’t even bring you along to help pick it out. I’m sorry. I’ll understand if you don’t want-“
His lips interrupted yours with a long, steamy kiss.
You were in his lap and you both had sex hair by the time he pulled away. Pressing his cool forehead to yours, he closed his eyes and smiled widely. “I love you so fucking much, (Y/N).”
You giggled, pressing your nose to his. “Does that mean you wanna live with me then? Because it would really suck if you didn’t.”
“That means I want to live with you, (Y/N).” He said, as if he were talking to a child.
You giggled again and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Well, then let’s go look at it!” You leaned closer and lowered your voice, your mouth brushing the shell of his ear. “And maybe even break in the counters, if you know what I mean.” You pulled away and jumped up before he could respond, “race ya to the car!”
And break in the counters, you did… three times.
At least you knew now that they were sturdy.
a/n: in your ask you wrote “department” instead of “apartment” so I just sort of guessed it was an error and went with apartment instead because i wasn’t sure how to do department in the place of it. i hope that i guessed correctly, lovely. and even more hope you enjoyed this.
don’t forget to send me requests for 5sos imagines, you guys. :) 4/4, ¼, 2/4, etc. whatever you wanna read, i’ll write for you.