Luke Hemmings Imagines

Meeting for the first time.

It was a cold day in the city as you bustle around finishing up last minute Christmas gifts.

You decide to stop at the nearest Starbucks to take a little break. You walk in and are instantly relieved when you realize there are very few people in the cafe.

You walk up to the counter and smile "Hi can I please get a tall vanilla latte?"

You pay your money and sit at the closest table. You scroll through your phone pretending to be busy while you waited for the coffee.

"Y/n your latte is ready"

You get up and grab it saying a quick thank you before turning around and accidentally bump into someone, spilling the latte all over them.

You hear them hiss in pain and you begin to panic.

"Holy shit. Oh my god I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Oh my god your skin is going to burn.." You talk a million times faster than normal while picking up the cup from the floor and placing it on the counter.

The guy cuts you off and says "Could you get like cold towels or something please?"

You nod frantically and run to the bathroom, grabbing some paper towels and putting them under the cold water. You run back to the person and hand them the towels.

"Thanks" he says slightly giggling.

You take this chance to look up at the person.

No fucking way.

You just spilt your boiling beverage on Luke fucking Hemmings. Just your luck. Of course this happened to you.

Don't freak out y/n. Just stay calm. I
Bet this happens all the time.
You say to yourself.

He must've noticed your staring because he suddenly turned his eyes on you which only caused you to look away and blush out of pure embarrassment.

"You're hot" you hear him say, and you look back up at him with a very confused look. "Shit I mean this coffee is so hot, what do they put in it, boiling water?" He laughs it off while his face turns best red.

You smile "I'm not sure but I think I should stick to iced coffee from now on"

"I agree." He says while finished whipping off his shirt and throwing the paper towels in the trash.

As he walks back over to you, you say "I'm extremely sorry for your clothes and your skin. God why am I so clumsy, this is so embarrassing" You grab your head with your hand.

"Hey it's okay. If you hadn't thrown your coffee at me, I would've never had the opportunity to talk to you" he cheekily replies.

"Excuse you but I would've never spilt the coffee on you if you weren't hovering over me." You sassily fold your arms.

"Alright then I should be the one to apologize. And for my apology I would like to replace your latte and possibly take you out the lunch to thoroughly express my condolences"

"Do you always talk so eloquently?" You joke.

"Hell no. I'm punk rock." He defends himself. "Oh I'm Luke Hemmings by the way" he says while holing out his hand.

"Y/n" you say shaking his hand in return. "And sure why not, I've never been out to eat with a boy who claims to be 'punk rock' but then shakes my hand."

He awkwardly pulls his hand back and his his cheeks turn red yet again. "Well then, I'm not holding the door open for you" he says while walking towards it.

"Oh such a badass" you sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes and following him.

"Wait you never replaced my latte" you remember.

"Oh yeah" he turns back around and orders both of your drinks.

And sure enough on the way out, he holds the door open for you with a wide smirk across his face.

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This is shit sorry