You and Andrew are both sat on the bed in your bedroom. After constant asking, Andrew finally convinced you to let him teach you how to play guitar.

You’ve always had a passion for music but you lack the patience to sit down and learn. You’ve managed to play some chords but you try to give up when you mess up.

“C’mon, love. You’re doing so well.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, trying to encourage you after you threaten to give up for the thousandth time.