Pairing: Luke & (Y/N)
Word Count: 3510 (this is the longest imagine I’ve written, omg)
A/N: This is a song based imagine, based off of Taylor Swift’s song, All Too Well, but I thought that this ‘Promise’ suited it better, you’ll find out why.
(P.S. I know some of these things didn’t happen in that order, but for the sake of the story, just go with it, please?)
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,
But something ‘bout it felt like home somehow.
“Okay, so I know you
haven’t liked any of the apartments yet, but I know you’re going to love this
one.” Luke said as he pushed the door open, holding his hand out so you could
both walk in. You two had been looking for apartments for you and the boys, who
left the apartment searching to you because ‘you guys had the best taste
Once you stepped
through the door jamb, you felt a cold breeze, sending chills throughout your
You looked around the
apartment, a warm feeling flowing through you. This was it, this was the
apartment you and Luke have been looking for. “I love it, Luke. This is
it, this is the one. It feels like home, we have to get it. And if the boys
don’t like it, then they can get their own.” You said turning towards him with
begging eyes. He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement, and
he pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled it out seconds later, along with
a pair of keys.
“Well it’s a good thing
you love it, because I already got it.” He held up five keys for you to see,
his smile growing wider.
“And what if I didn’t
like it?” You asked him, taking one of the keys from his hands.
“Well, I would have
forced you to live here, at least for a month.” He stuffed the rest of the keys
back into his pockets, watching you study the key.
“Oh, don’t give me a
reason to dump you Hemmings.” You teased him, turning to see his smile
fall. “I’m kidding, I swear you always take everything so literal.” You
walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I don’t take everything literal,
just when there’s a chance I could lose you.” He said as he wrapped his arms
around your waist. “I love you, I can stand the thought of losing you.” He
leaned his forehead onto yours, his lips hovering over yours, eyes
“You won’t ever lose
me.” You closed your eyes, holding him closer to you.
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
“And here’s one of him
of when he was 2 years old.” Liz said as she pointed at a picture of Luke in
the bottom right corner. You looked at the picture of the small 2 year old, he
was in a bathtub, completely naked, with his back turning towards the camera.
You giggled at the picture of your boyfriend when he was only 2 years
“Oh my- Luke look at
you, you look so cute and adorable.” You turned towards your boyfriend, seeing
his face red with embarrassment.
“Mom, that’s enough
pictures, please?” He looked towards his mother, begging her to stop
embarrassing him. This was only the second time you’ve met Liz, even though you
and Luke have been dating for 2 years, and the first time since you moved in
with Luke and the boys.
“Oh but I never get to
see her, you rarely come to visit me with her.” Her mother looked at him, you
could tell she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“I know mom, I really
want to come visit you often with her, but when she’s here, I’m on tour, and
when I’m here, we spend most of our time together or she’s visiting her family.
We rarely have an opportunity to come visit, sorry.” He sat down next to you,
wrapping his hand around your waist.
“Don’t worry, I’ll some
visit when he’s on tour and then you could show me all the pictures of Luke as
a baby. If you want, of course.” You turned your head towards Liz, seeing her
face light up.
“Of course I want that,
but for right now, you have to see this picture of Luke when he was like 15.”
She turned a couple of pages of the photo album and stopped at a picture of
Luke with green glasses on. He was holding up the peace sign, while he kind of
stuck his lips out.
You started giggling
uncontrollably, turning towards Luke who had a pout on his face. “Aww look at
you, acting so cool.” You teased him, pinching his cheeks.
“Stop that. “He whined.
“I know I look dump okay.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a little
“Hey, you look
adorable, you still do.” You tugged on his arms, forcing him to let you give
him a hug.
“I’m not adorable, I’m
punk rock.” He pouted again, laying his head on yours.
“’Course you are,
babe.” You cuddled into him.
“Whatever, jerk.” He
hugged you, holding you close to him. He never wanted to let you go.
“I love you, Luke.” You
looked up into his eyes.
“I love you, too.” He
whispered in your ear, his lip ring brushing against your ear.
Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.
We’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
“Luke? What are you
doing up again? It’s 1:38 in the morning. You need to rest, you passed out
today while you were recording. Please, come back to bed.” You watched your
boyfriend, who was paler than usual, look throw the fridge.
“Babe, where are all
the beers?” He totally ignored you, searching in the fridge for a beer. That’s
all he does lately. When he’s not at the studio, he’s out drinking, and when
he’s not out drinking, he’s at the studio. And when he’s at home, he ignores
you and the boys, drinking away the day and night.
“You finished them all,
Luke.” You mumbled walking towards him.
“And you didn’t get
anymore? What the fuck! You have one simple job, (Y/N). All you have to do is
make sure everything we need is here and you can’t even do that? I and the boys
have to work every day to pay for the bills while you sit here, not doing
shit.” He turned towards you, his eyes filled with a rage you’ve never seen
from him before, and honestly, you never expected to.
“Luke, you know what I
do when you’re not here. You’re the one told me I should do it!” You raised you
voice as he walked closer to you. “You told me you’d support me all the
way, don’t you want me to live my dream, the same way you live yours?”
His face seemed to
soften, he wrapped his arms around your waist. “’Course I do, baby. I’m sorry,
I’m just a bit tired.” He looked into your eyes, and you saw something in his
you couldn’t describe. But whatever it was, it sent a chill down your spine,
and not in a good way.
“Why don’t you sing for
us, yeah?” He said as he pulled you closer to him, you could barely see his
face. The only light coming from the fridge.
“Okay.” You smiled up
at him, whatever you saw in his eyes couldn’t over power the love you had for
“I’m sorry I hurt your
feelings babe, I’ll never do it again.” He said while you sang yours and Luke’s
song softly, dancing around the counter.
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.
“All I’m saying is
that I would appreciate you spending a little too much time with me, Luke! I
know you have to work, but you’ve been working all the time lately. You go on
tour for almost a year and when you come back, you immediately have to go back
to the studio.” You sighed, sitting on the couch as Luke stood up. You don’t
know what went wrong, your relationship with Luke used to be perfect. Sure you
had fights, but they were rare and you always got talked them through. Lately,
fighting seemed like the only thing you guys could do. And instead of talking
about them, you would push them aside, willing to forget about them until the
next fight where you would use them against each other.
“What do you expect me
to do? I can’t just quit because you want me to! This is my dream and I’m not
going to give it up just because you want me to ‘spend more time with
you.’ That’s not how it works, (Y/N). My world doesn’t revolve around you.” He
stood in front of you, glaring at you as if you had done something
“I’m not saying you have to, all I’m saying is that ever
since we’ve moved in together, I’ve barely seen you. Maybe we rushed into
this.” Your eyes filled with tears, ‘Am I really asking for too
much?’ you asked
“What? No, we didn’t
rush into this, we’ve been together for 2 years and a half. I’m sorry. You’re
right I spend too much time at the studio, I’ll tell the boys I can’t make it
tomorrow.” He pushed your hair out of your eyes, and it happened again. It’s
been happening a lot lately, actually, but this time it was stronger, longer.
This time you could tell what it was, guilt. And it sends multiple chills up
and down your spine, warning you. Warning you that something was wrong, to be
careful of what he says, but once again, you ignored it. You ignored it because
your love for him was stronger. “Let me go call ‘em, yeah?” He walked
out of the living room, towards the kitchen and you felt something different.
This time instead of feeling it in your spine, you felt it in your stomach. You
knew something was wrong, you knew he was hiding something from you. And you
were going to find out exactly what it was.
You followed him to the
kitchen, planning on talking to him when he was done with the boys. When you
got there, what you heard made you breathe hitch, it made your heart stop for a
“-of course it was
great, but I can’t keep doing this to her. We need to stop, I’m not choosing
having sex with you over living the rest of my life with her.” He paused, and
you heard whoever was on the other line talk, it was like she was begging him
not to stop what they had. “Look, I already told you I’m no-” He groaned
in frustration, he was angry, but you couldn’t tell if he was angry at her or
“Luke.” You said as
sternly as you could. He turned around, his face filled with guilt and regret.
His eyes wide, scared, as he stared at you. He slowly hung up without another
“Baby, I can exp-” He
started but you cut him off.
“Don’t.” You voice
quivered, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. This was all your fault, if you
didn’t ignore that feeling you had months ago, that night in the kitchen, you
wouldn’t be hurting, at least not as much.
“How-” You voice broke.
You took a deep breath, composting yourself. “How long?”
“Baby, I’m sorry, it
didn’t mean anything. I love you.” He completely ignored your question, which
just made your heart hurt more than it already did. You couldn’t listen to him
tell you he loved you after you found out he’s been cheating on you.
“Answer the question,
Luke. How long?” Your voice was sterner then you’d imagine it would be. But
even though your voice made it sound as if you were alright, the tears running
down your face said otherwise.
“ANSWER THE FUCKING
QUESTION LUKE! How. Long.” You screamed at him at first, but then your voice
lowered to a whisper.
“6 months.” He mumbled,
looking to the ground ashamed. You could actually feel your heart break, you
could feel yourself crumbling slowly, little by little.
“6 months? You mean for
a fourth of our relationship, you’ve been cheating on me? When did this start?”
You voice quivered, cracking every other word, but you didn’t care. You needed
“The day I came back
from tour, after we moved in with the guys.” He wouldn’t look at you, he
couldn’t look at you. He hurt you, and he knew it.
“That’s- that’s the day
we went to visit your mom?” You were confused, you had spent nearly the whole
day together, he only left when he- “Oh my- you mean that while you mom
and I waited for you to return from the store, you were fucking someone else? I
had a feeling that story about the line being too long was bullshit, and the
story about how much traffic there was.” You had a feeling that say that
something was wrong, but you had passed of that feeling as worry, and it had
been but you made it out to be worry that he had been in an accident. But you
knew then, you were worried that he was being unfaithful.
“I’m sorry, I met her
at the store and then she needed a lift because her car broke down and then she
invited me in and-” He was trying desperately to make you understand how sorry
he was, but frankly, you didn’t care anymore.
“Stop I don’t want to hear it. We’re done, Luke.” You laughed, but
this laugh wasn’t the sweet laugh he had grown to love, this laugh was bitter,
harsh. “Hell, we were done 6 months ago.” You walked to the door, deciding
it would be better to get your things when he wasn’t here.
“No, please. Don’t go, I know what I did was horrible, but I can’t
lose you. I love you, please. I’m sorry.” He ran towards you. He held onto you,
wanting make sure you didn’t leave him.
“Do you honestly expect me to forgive you after you cheated on me?
For 6 months?” You attempted to push him off of you but failed. You knew there
was only on way he would let you go. You were going to have to lie to him.
“Please, baby girl.” He started sobbing on your shoulder, and your
heart ached. You knew it was going to take both of you time to get over this,
to get over each other, but you couldn’t stay. Not after what he did to you.
“Luke, I need a few days to get over this. Just give me some time,
I’ll come back.” You tried your hardest to hold back your tears, you hated
lying to him, even after what he did to you.
“Promise?” His voice was soft, vulnerable, and it broke your heart
knowing you were lying to him. You swallowed hard.
You call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all… too well.
“You promised, (Y/N). You promised you’d come back. I need you,
please I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but it’s been 6 months. I don’t
think I can last another day without you. I believed you when you told me you’d
be back, because you promised, and you never break your promises… Or at least
you never used to.”
That was the 6th voicemail he’d left you this week,
and it was barely Tuesday. You honestly thought he’d get over you by now. If
was so easy for him to cheat on you it should be just as easy to get over you,
You tried to forget about him, you really did, but everything
you did would remind you of him. You’d spent the first month after the break-up
on the floor of your childhood bedroom, curled up in the corner, crying your
eyes out. But after that first month, you started to focus more on your career
as a singer/songwriter in order to forget about him. You heard from the boys
that he wasn’t doing so well, and they were wondering. You told them that you
were fine, even though you weren’t, and that you had a new boyfriend and
everything. Honestly, you lied to them. You were hoping they’d tell Luke, which
they did, and he would regret everything he did to you. And when ‘Amnesia’ came out, it was obvious
he regretted everything.
At first you were touched, but then you became angry. The song
made it seem as if you’d broke-up with him out of nowhere, as if it didn’t hurt
you as much as it hurt you, as if he was the victim. So you began to write a
song of your own with Taylor Swift, she was helping on your writing when
‘Amnesia’ came out. When the song was finished, you felt a bit better, the song
described your situation perfectly. You had told Taylor you didn’t any credit
for the song. After a while of debating it with you, you had agreed to let her
say you had helped her but your name wouldn’t be put in the official credits.
It’s been a week since the voice mail and you hadn’t heard
anything else from him. You were tempted to call him, but you had been too busy
to actually do it. You had just release your second single, and you were just
about to release your third single, and after that you were going to release
your first album. You happy that you were able to follow your dream, when you
left Luke, you thought you’d never have the energy to do anything every again.
The boys, excluding Luke, had called you multiple times since you released your
second album, congratulating you on achieving your dream, just like they
You were in the middle of talking to your manager about how and
when to release your third single when you heard someone pounding on your door.
“I’m sorry, someone’s knocking on my door. I’ll only be a minute.” You walked
towards the door, not bothering to check who it is.
“How about I’ll call you later, yeah? Or you can call me when you’re
done.” You manger, James, told you on the phone.
“Yeah, okay. Bye James, I’ll call you later.” You agreed with
him and hung up. You looked up to see
who was at your door, finding an upset Luke. You felt your heart beat faster
and break at the same time.
“What do you want, Luke?” You tried to come off as pissed, but
your voice was just above a whisper.
“Who’s James?” He pushed his way into your apartment.
“Why do you care? What are you doing here, Luke?” You slammed
your door shut. “We broke up 6 months ago, I’ve moved on, so should you.” You
mentally scolded yourself for lying, you hadn’t moved on, you still loved him.
He flinched at your words, his face filled with pain. “No, you
couldn’t have moved on, not if what we had was real. YOU CAN’T BE FINE, WE WERE
IN LOVE, AND WE STILL ARE.” He started screaming, and you could tell he was
trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you.
“No, Luke. I am over you, I am fine. I spent these past 6 months
trying to figure out what I did to make you cheat on me. And then I realized,
it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. Please, or I will call the cops.” You opened
the door for him. All he could do was stare at you and walk out because he
knew, he lost you.
It was a month after he showed up at your house, and your third
single had been released, along with your album. Usually artist don’t release
anymore single after their album are out but you felt like you needed to make a
specific song a single, maybe deep inside you hoped Luke would hear it and he
would know that you lied about moving on, that you lied about being fine.
And he did hear it. He thought about the song a little too
often. When he heard the song, he had doubts in his mind. Doubts about what you
said that day, doubts about whether or not you were actually fine.
‘I know I promised you that you’d never lose me, baby
But you promised me that you’d never ever hurt me
And I guess some promises
Are just made to be broken’
These lyrics got stuck in his head, and not in the ‘this is
really catchy’ way. It was more of a, ‘this is about our relationship and she’s
telling me that I fucked up, she’s telling me she’s not okay and I fucked up.
I lost her,
Wtf, this was suppose to be fluffy and cute, and I turned it into THIS. *sign* I can’t make an imagine without it coming out all dramatic.
BUT I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT AND I HOPE YOU LOVED IT TOO.