5sos imagines

Luke Hemmings: Ghost of You

Luke's POV
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I sit at the old dining table and stare at the space. Absolutely no sound or movement in the house.

Nothing has been moved in six months and it's because we just got back from touring. There is a white 'Doctor Who' coffee mug on the edge of the table. It was 3 quarts empty with chocolate milk. Her everyday messy red lipstick was still on the mug and every second it seemed to fade.

I decided I had done enough moping and decided to clean the apartment. I turned on some music and start washing the dishes, slowly swaying on my feet.

After setting all the dishes in the rack, I had to do laundry. Dragging my suitcase to the washroom I start separating by colors and fabrics, looking in the hamper so I can add more to the cottons. I pull out a grey shirt from the sleeve and it's one of the shirts I got her when I saw her looking at it.

Y/n's Zeppelin shirt was the one of the only things she let me buy her when on our first date. Now it wrinkles and smells so dirty. It even has small handprints stained with chocolate.

I let out a sign and just throw it in the washer. When it starts to wash I grab my keys and head to the store.

I buy roses and chocolate and make my way back to my car. Carefully putting the things in the back, I start my drive.

Arriving at the cemetery never felt right. Mostly because I started coming without Y/n when she left.

"Hey baby girl." I whisper to the tombstone.

"Wish you were here with mommy and daddy. You would be ten today.

I miss dancing with you and mommy in the kitchen. Since you've been gone, I stopped. I'll never have a better dancing partner than you, even though you always stepped on my toes." I chuckle wiping my tears.

"Luke?" I hear a small voice. I turn my head and see Y/n standing there with the same roses and chocolate. "Hey." I say scrambling to stand up.

"I'll come back later." She says starting to walk away.

"No! Uhm... do— can you stay here with me?" I ask as she gives me wide eyes. "Okay." She whispers setting her stuff down.

We both sit down on the grass in front of our daughters tombstone and just sit in silence.

"I miss you both." I whisper to her. "She misses you too.." She says in the same tone, rubbing my back.

"And you?" I trail off. "Always." She says as she starts to fix the roses.

Then I whisper the words I've been wanting to say since she left me.

"Do you want to dance?"

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I think ghost of you can be about losing your lover in death or just by break up. So I tried to use both and I actually kind of liked this one