Content Warning: Anxiety, and slight creepy dude
A/N: I haven’t written since April, I’m so sorry guys, hope you enjoy this one. I think it’s Lily who usually does Luke prompts, but I saw it and wanted to write, so here ya go :3 x Julia
Summary/Prompt: Could you do an imagine where Luke takes you to a nightclub but you get anxiety and he takes you home and takes care of you and assures you he's not upset for leaving early? (If this triggers you don't write it, I understand)
Spending time with Luke would never get old to you, not because of the high end places he brings you but because he is the most genuine guy you’d ever met. The only downside to being in a relationship with someone as famous as Luke was that there was never really a moment for the two of you to be alone, or do things normal couples do. But you never let that deter you from going out, and having a good night with him.
You only had three days left of your two week trip to see Luke, and travel around America with him. You weren’t going to waste any of that time, so when he asked if you wanted to go to an opening at a new nightclub, you of course said yes. You hadn’t quite expected the club to be so packed, or so loud, the clubs you’d been to before were never this loud.
There wasn’t much for you to do in the club, as you didn’t know anyone aside from Luke and a few of his friends that had tagged along. So you kept yourself as close to Luke as you possibly could, your anxiety also having a role in that choice.
Luke had noticed you were a bit more reserved than usual, and asked you if you wanted to leave, but you assured him that you were fine, and wanted to stay. If you weren’t so worried about him still having a good time while you’re there, you might have asked him to leave then, but you didn’t want to ruin anything for him.
After almost three hours at the club, your anxiety was getting to be more than you could handle, but you did you best to keep going for Luke’s sake. You needed to use the bathroom, and mostly because you were trying to calm yourself down, so you walked away from Luke, and found your way there.
You hadn’t noticed the man who had followed you until you were about to step into the bathroom. He grabbed your wrist, not tight, but enough to grab your attention. “Why don’t you drop pretty boy, and come with me? You’re clearly not having a good time.” Your face paled at the offer, and you shook your head quickly, tears welling up in your eyes at the possibilities of what would most likely never happen.
“No thank you. I’m all set.” You tell him as confidently as you can. He looked you up and down, still holding onto your wrist, and then looked back to where you had left Luke. “Come on, Princess.” He tugged at your wrist, giving you a smirk and wink nodding to the door to the club.
“I said no thank you.” You insist, yanking your wrist from his grasp, pushing past him to moving back to Luke as quickly as you could. Luke saw you before you even got to his side, and his face dropped at the sight of your tears. “I lied, please can we go? I’m sorry, but please?” You beg, throwing yourself into his arms, and hugging him tightly.
“Of course we can, don’t be sorry. C’mon let’s go.” He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he walked you to the door. “You didn’t tell your friends that you’re leaving.” You insist, stopping and nodding for him to go tell his friends. “They’ll be fine, you don’t want to be here, let’s go.” You felt bad that you were puling him away from his friends, but your heard beating in your chest was making you care less.
Only moments after you stepped outside the club, the black SUV that brought you pulled up. “Did something happen inside?” He asks, after he sits next to you in the car. You were being more silent than usual, so Luke was more worried about you, and your anxiety than he was any other time you went out.
“No, nothing happened, I just needed to leave.” You lie, faking a smile. Both you and Luke knew you were lying, but he had never been a fan of pressuring you to talk about what you didn’t want to.
The car pulled into Luke and Michael’s place, and Luke got out holding a hand for you to grab as you did the same. You didn’t say much during the car ride, but you had started visibly shaking worrying Luke that you might have an anxiety attack if you don’t talk soon.
“Hey, come on. I’ll bring you up stairs and run you a bath, it’s alright.” He smiled sweetly, wrapping his arm around you again and walking you up to his room. You thanked him quietly, but didn’t say anything else. You followed him to his en-suite and watched him sadly as he ran a bath for you.
“You should go back to the club, I’ll be fine alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to leave, that was wrong of me. I’m so sorry-“ He turned to face you and gave you a sad glance. “I don’t want to be there knowing your not having fun. And I especially don’t want to be there if I know you’re here alone. Besides, I want to be with you, so come here.” He laughs softly, and waves a hand for you to step closer.
He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, and turned you to unzip your dress. “I don’t deserve you.” You mumble sadly, stepping out of the tight dress, and removing your bra and thong as well. He shook his head at you, and got undressed as well. He didn’t say anything, only sat in the tub, and motioned for you to sit between his legs.
“I don’t know why you would think such a thing, love. Because it’s not true, and it’s not a good thing for you to think.” He presses his lips to your neck and places a brief kiss once he’s done speaking. “It’s true, you’re too good to me.” His arms wrapped around you, and his lips brushing over your neck, and back were calming you instantly.
You placed your hands over his, and smiled for a moment loving the feeling of his lips over your skin. “I treat you like you deserve to be treated, you just haven’t admitted that to yourself yet.” You blush at his words, and turn your neck to face him.