Mornings - Luke Hemmings Imagine
Summary: What mornings would be like with luke. Cuddly!Luke
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It was early morning in our tiny little apartment in the city of Sydney. The cool ocean breeze came in through the casement windows, blowing back the ruffled curtains. Living in the city, I was used to waking up to the roar of a garbage truck passing down the street and the laughter that came with pedestrians walking across the boardwalk. Today, I woke to the ring of a bicycle bell and the yapping of a small dog next door. Something new to start off my day.
I yawned, wiping the sleep from my eyes and looking over beside me. He was fast asleep, as usual. His arm was wrapped loosely around my waist, with his nose burrowed in the crook of my neck. I could feel his soft, sleepy movements of his lips against my skin. The sheets were sprawled out across the bed, exposing random parts of both of us. Luke’s leg was out and his foot was hanging off the bed. His bare shoulders rising and falling at the calming rate of his breathing. My hip was evident, and receiving the early morning rays. I smiled. Luke and I had been dreaming of the days when we could wake up next to each other and not have to dread the days when he would be leaving again. It seemed like a dream come true. As a teenager, I always fantasized how great it would be to live in a city with the love of my life. Being able to wake up and be each others first reason to smile for the day. I was just glad that I had him for the next couple of months before he went back on fulfilling his dreams.
I ran a hand through his bedhead which slowly stirred him awake. His eyes were just slits in his face as he propped himself up by one elbow. I greeted him with a kiss to the chin and he smiled; his eyes still closed as he was too tired to address the light shining into our bedroom.
“Good morning,” he whispered his words with a thick, husky morning voice. I sat up and brought his clingy body into my arms, as I was used to his wants and needs by now. Luke was clingy as it is, let alone the mornings when all he wanted to do was stay under the blankets all warm and cozy. It was like this every morning; him being the one desperate for hugs and warm embraces. Always, ‘Can I have a kiss?’ and “Will you lay with me?’ or more recently, ‘Would you play with my hair?’ which came with the biggest cheeky smile. For as big and lanky as he was, he sure liked to be the little spoon in the relationship.
He chuckled lightly and hummed into my chest, snuggling deeper into my side. “Your boobs make a great pillow, Y/N.”
I rolled my eyes. It was too early for this. “You sound like Michael.” I giggled, and Luke huffed. “Michael isn’t the only one who loves boobs. I love boobs. Your boobs. Boobs.” he hummed his admiration for the literal balls of fat on the woman body as I just shook my head. Boys.
Luke shifted beside me until he was looking up at me with big blue eyes. “Are you bored?” he asked. I shook my head, continuing to rub circles on his shoulder blades. “We literally just woke up, Luke. How could I be bored already?” I chuckled as he began to untangle his limbs from mine. Just by looking at his smug little smile and his crooked eyebrows I knew he was up to something. Besides, since when did he ever get up from a cuddle? I was always the one to pry him off me.
Luke bit his lip and snatched the pillow from behind my head, his eyes wide in excited anticipation. My head slammed against the back headboard, and I let out a grunt of pain. I’m guessing he was hoping for a less painful result of his actions, because he scoffed a laugh and squinted his eyes in nervous laughter. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry babe, I just meant to steal the pillow so I could-” I brushed off the pain and smacked him across the face with a different pillow, watching as his whole body shifted the other direction due to the force.
“The wild Y/N outsmarts the awkward noodle.” I cheered. Luke regained his composure and shook his head in challenge. “Two can play at that game.” he grabbed hold of the pillow and swung at me, but I avoided it with a squeal and a jump to the floor. It was barely nine in the morning and my heart was already racing form adrenaline. Luke’s fans looked at him as some tall, sweet and innocent boy, but really, the bread stick was competitive and slightly aggressive when it came to games like this.
Luke and I were now standing on opposite sides of the bed, glaring at each other with pillows in our hands. He stood shirtless, in only a pair of black boxers, on the side of the bedroom with many escape routes. The bathroom door was open, and the door into the hallway were all on his side. I had to think strategically; this was an intense event of pillow fighting. Plus, I knew if he won, he wouldn’t let me forget it for the next two weeks.
“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting the next time I would see you in a bra and underwear would be like this.” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Ha, ha ha. Funny.” I discreetly made my way to the left, so I could dash out the door and run downstairs. Downstairs was where he kept all his precious plaques, he would never dare throw a pillow where breakable items were held.
“Luke, you’re penis is showing.” and of course, being the loser he is, he looked down in curiosity at his ‘penis’ that really wasn’t showing. I chucked my pillow at him as hard as I could and dashed out the bedroom door.
“You wish it was showing!” he yelled, his feet pounding on the wooden floors right behind me. I squealed, laughing all the way down the hall, turning the corner and grasping onto the wall to keep me from falling. I could hear Luke chuckling to the rear of me, calling after to me with playful threats. Just as I reached the staircase, his arms came around my waist and he pulled me off my feet, twirling me around so I was away from the stairs. “Luke!” I shrieked as he nuzzled his scruffy chin into my neck, making me giggle louder due to how ticklish I was. His laughter hummed against my skin, and his strong arms around my body made me heart flutter in my chest. As much as I hated him and his annoying ways, I never ever wanted him to let me go. Literally and figuratively.
He shifted me in his arms so I was being carried bridal style, all while he looked down at me with that same mischievous grin. His hair was a mess of loose and lopsided strands, but somehow he managed to look attractive despite being up for only a short while. I’m sure I looked disastrous, with snarly hair and eye boogers in the corners of my eyes.
“Are you bored?” he asked and I did as I always seemed to be doing; rolled my eyes playfully. He pressed his lips to the side of my head softly with a smile and carried me down the stairs, his grip on me tight and secure. I rested my head on his shoulder and let him lead me to our open and modern kitchen.
“P.S Hemmings, I can’t be bored when I’m with you. You make things…interesting.” Luke chortled, setting me down on the counter and looking at me from between my legs. “Is that what you were thinking about last night? Me making things,” he wiggled his eyebrows dramatically. “Interesting.” I slapped his shoulder and reached for a mug that hung delicately from the hangers underneath the cabinet.
“Not exactly what I was thinking, but if it feeds your ego, so be it.” I handed him my mug and by instinct, he took it and made his way over to the coffee maker to make my usual order for every morning. I watched him, and his long bare legs as he went from one side of the kitchen to other to retrieve all the necessary ingredients for my perfect cup of coffee. I could never be so thankful for someone such as Luke. He was the kind of guy to spoil you rotten. He would come home and as I was sitting on the back porch reading a book, he would set a little box of earrings on my lap and say, ‘I saw these while I was out with the lads. They made me think of you.’ or the rare days where he woke before me, and I would come downstairs while pulling one of his hoodies over my head, I would spot a bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter with some cheesy note resting between flower petals. And when he was away on tour, he never failed to text me goodnight and call me in the morning. He never forgot to show me how much he loved me. People like him were rare. And somehow, he was mine.
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