Luke Imagine- "I don't want to be here."
You’re home alone on a Sunday night, just drinking tea and watching the new episode of your favorite television series. This is just a typical night in for you since you like to be alone sometimes and you really don’t have many friends anyway. It’s also pouring rain like there’s going to be a flood so no one would dare go outside. Just as the commercials start, you hear three knocks at your front door. You get scared for a minute since the superstitious part of you tells you that three knocks signifies evil. You sit down your mug of hot tea and go to the door anyway just to see who it is. You put your eye to the peephole in the door to try and get a glimpse of who it was, but you see no one out there. You cautiously open the door inch by inch poking your head out. You see someone standing on your porch, wearing no jacket, just completely soaked from head to toe. The person turns around and you recognize your best friend Luke and he just look at you and then stares at the ground. He looks like he was crying but you tell yourself that it must be from the rain. The ends of his wet hair drip onto his forehead and continue in a flow down his cheeks.
“Luke? What are you doing out in the rain?” you finally ask, clutching onto the door a little worried. He doesn’t look up at you and shakes his head, closing his eyes tightly. He doesn’t answer you for a minute and you think maybe he didn’t hear your question correctly, until he answers you.
“I don’t want to be here anymore,” his raspy voice croaks, barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain. You just stare at him for a moment, not sure how to respond or what to do. You don’t even know what he means.
“I don’t understand.” You say, searching his face for an answer that never presents itself. He just crinkles his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows, and finally looks up at you.
“I need to tell you something before I leave.” His voice breaks on the word “leave.”
“Come inside,” you open the door wider. “It’s pouring out here.” He walks in and you close the behind you noticing that Luke is shaking and cold.
“I wish I had dry clothes that would fit you.” You say thinking about what you could do to help him get dry.
“It’s fine-” he says. But you cut him off.
“Actually my brother left some clothes here when he went to college. They’d probably fit you.” You wait for Luke’s permission but he just stares at the ground, unresponsive.
“I’ll be right back,” you say cautiously jogging up the stairs to get the clothes. You come back downstairs with a gray t-shirt and black sweatpants and tell Luke to change in the bathroom upstairs. When he comes back downstairs, you notice that his hair is still wet even though you gave him a towel.
“You can blow dry your hair you know?” you laugh as he walks over to the couch where you’re sitting. He doesn’t laugh. It was a lame joke, but you were still expecting to get at least a smile. Luke always laughs at your stupid jokes no matter how much they suck. You frown in disappointment and when Luke sits down on the other end of the couch, away from you, you feel a bit angry.
“What were you doing out in the rain without a jacket on, anyway?” you ask, crossing your arms.
“I wanted to come here to tell you something before I go.” He looks up at you to see your reaction but you just stare at him blankly, waiting for him to continue.
“You’re my best friend,” he begins.
“You’re my best friend too,” you laugh. “Even if you do take walks in rain without a coat, weirdo.” You still fail to stifle a laugh out of him.
“I just want you to know that, that I mean it.” He stares back at you with a serious expression nowhere close to cracking a laugh.
“Ok…” you play with the strings of your sweatpants, not sure what to say.
“I love you.” You look up to him quickly, startled, not believing what your ears are telling you they heard. Staring up at him, he bites his bottom lip nervously.
“What?” you automatically say.
“I love you,” he says again in the same flat tone. You shuffle in your seat, awkwardly.
“I just wanted to tell you that before I go, I guess.” He gets up and starts walking back towards the door again.
“Wait.” You say, panicking and you start towards the door after him. He stops as soon as you grab his arm and turns back around.
“Where are you going?” you ask him. He stares at the ground, uncomfortably, not wanting to look you in the eyes.
“Luke?!” you stare up at him, begging him to say something.
“I told you, I don’t want to be here anymore.” He starts trying toward the door again but you block his path and corner him to the wall.
“Luke!” you yell, getting concerned. “What are you talking about?” He just stares at you for a moment, not wanting to continue. The look on his face is complete misery, and it says enough to you. Your face turns from an angered expression to one of worry. Within a second, Luke takes your face in his hands and kisses you hard. Your mind completely flips around and you can’t think about anything. Your hands instinctively run through his still wet hair and down his chest, gripping his shirt in your fist. When he releases you, press your lips back on his and he turns you around, pressing your back against the wall with his hands at your sides. Unable to stop, your actions become more intense and push yourself closer to him as he encloses around your whole body, lifting you up to carry you upstairs. He lays you down on the bed gently and his kisses become more tender rather than rough as he intertwines your hair in his fingers. He leaves soft kisses down your neck before placing one last burning kiss on your lips. He lays back on the bed and pulls you closer to his body, his hand still playing with strands of your hair. You run a hand down his face, smiling, and sit up to kiss him again.
“I love you too,” you say cuddling into the crook of his neck. You kiss along his collarbone a couple times and then just look up at him. He looks down at you, finally smiling.
“Are you still going to go?” you ask him quietly.
“Never,” he says, kissing you on top of your head brushing your hair behind your ears. You put your music on softly and cuddle with Luke in silence until you fall asleep. When you wake up, he’s not there anymore and you jump out of bed running out of your bedroom before slamming into him.
“Luke!” you yell, pushing him on his chest. “You scared me!” Hugging him tightly, crying, he wraps his arms around you kissing the top of your head to calm you down.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I thought you actually left,” you cry.
“I promise I’ll never leave you,” he says.
