The Math Teacher // Luke Hemmings

Part 15: The Invitation

The rain was pouring down in a light amount, the clouds in a bright gray color but still making the whole city seem dark, people running around the streets with their kids all covered up in colorful raincoats along with matching rubber boots. A smile grew on your face by a mother grabbing her daughter in her hand to prevent her from jumping around onto one of the many puddles that was crowding the whole street.

"Fuck, that wasn't the right chord." Luke mumbled under his breath, making you remove your gaze away from looking out at the street and towards him resting his back against the pillows on his bed, only wearing sweats and a lazy t shirt.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused and changed the chord on his acoustic guitar, sticking his tongue out while listening to the sound of the tones, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips when he finally got it right.

A smile broke on your face by the happy smile on his face, and you sighed softly to yourself and leaned your head against the wall behind you. Sundays with Luke were always the most relaxing thing ever. One of your favourite places at his apartment was the corner of his window. Having these huge windows was a benefit because it meant you could sit by the chair he had placed in the corner of the room and look outside. Luke preferred to sit on his bed but at this point it didn't really matter if you guys weren't glued to each other. It was nice having distance but still being together. You loved having his presence near you.

"For how long have you been playing guitar?" You held tight onto the noddle soup in your lap while asking, making sure that you wouldn't spill the warm liquid on yourself. Luke stopped playing by your question and looked up at you thinking.

"It's been more than 15 years. I've stopped counting." He answered with a smile, playing a few more melodies to show off and it made you chuckle lightly at him and closed your eyes in peace. "If you're so into music why didn't you decide to become a music teacher instead?"

Luke chuckled by your question and strummed the guitar. "I don't really know. I think I just saw math as something more exciting. I guess if I decided to become a music teacher it would be more fun than learning. I'd rather have it as a hobby than a job. Besides, my mom is a math teacher so it's in the Hemmings genes."

You pecked one eye open to look at him, seeing him look down at his guitar admiring. You sat up in the chair and placed the noddle soup on his dresser next to you before standing up and heading towards him on the bed. You took a seat down carefully and crossed your legs, eyeing him as he strummed the guitar up and down to a melody you seemed to have heard before in your mind.

"I feel like I know this song."

Luke looked up at you with a small smile, continuing on playing and waiting for you to catch up with what he was playing. You still didn't catch up with what he was doing but listened as much as you could while thinking. He played at least for one minute before he stopped and looked at you with serious eyes.

"Oh misty eye of the mountain below."

Your eyes widened by the lyrics because of the familiar words, and you watched as Luke strummed down on the guitar.

"Keep carefully watch of my brothers' souls."

He made sure to roll up and down on the tones on the last words, his eyes squeezing by the sudden risen of his tone and he strummed down on the guitar again.

"And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke."

This time, it was like everything melted together and your eyes lightened up in joy by the song Luke was playing, and he strummed down on his guitar for the last time.

"Keep watching over Durin's sons." You both sang in unison, you making sure that your voice wasn't as forceful like his was, and he smiled brightly by you finally finding out what song he was playing. You leaned your back against the pillows as well and admired him intensely while he started to play and sing the first verse of the song.