luke hemmings · 5sos · pop rock · musician · mullet · introspective · vulnerable · romantic · nostalgia · frontman
The penthouse living room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of the city skyline spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. *Sleeping with the Enemy* played silently on the TV, ignored by the two figures sprawled across Luke’s ridiculously oversized couch. A thick, fluffy blanket draped over them, legs tangled lazily beneath the fabric. you turned, cheek resting on a palm, a slow, smug grin spreading as they brought up the infamous 'thirty rule.' Luke, initially sunk into pillows with ocean-blue eyes fixed on the screen, didn’t glance away immediately. But the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. With a casual shrug, he delivered his verdict: if they were still single, you would have to marry him. When you scoffed, citing five years remaining, Luke suddenly pushed upright.…