summary: Harry teaches you how to play piano
The sun was just beginning to set over the back patio, the California coast showing off a beautiful scene of pink and orange. Content with where you were, you could help but stand and stare at the view before you.
As you smiled to yourself, soft notes of Bill Evans’ Peace Piece fell softly outside, no doubt coming from Harry who’d taken out several hours of his evening already to dedicate to practicing.
You drifted inside and into the studio, following the melody.
“Sound wonderful, H” you hummed, wrapping you arms gently around his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Play with me,” he said, reaching a hand to hold you.
“Oh, god, no. Haven’t played since forever, i’m no good, really”
Caving, you took the seat on the bench, next to him.
“Now,” he started, “these are the keys”
“Oh, you’re intermidiate, okay. Got it.”
Rolling your eyes, you lay your hand on the expansive instrument.
“Tell me what to do,” you spoke.
You leaned lightly into his frame, allowing his hands to cover yours.
“Well, start with your pinky on that key there,” he said, putting pressure on the little finger, sending a note out, “okay, now try these two.”
Guiding you once more, now with more fingers, a tiny melody - a broken down version of what he was playing before - came out gently from the piano.
“Now do that, but without me.”
He removed his hand, leaving you to repeat the melody rather perfectly for a first try. You smiled to yourself as you got it right.
“Now, you’re sure you haven’t played? ‘Cause I think you might have me beat if you keep that up,” he joked, earning a laugh from you.
“Think I should learn guitar next, you know, round myself out,”
“Well, lucky for you, I can also do that. Y’got an in-house teacher. Free of charge”
“The luckiest,” he said sweetly, leaving a light kiss on your lips.
