Stories We've Already Told

I place my coat on the edge of the chair in the vast living room, plenty of space for someone's belongings but completely barren. Harry walks toward the guitar sitting in the corner, looking as though it has been collecting dust for years.
"Do you play" I ask, the words leaving my mouth before I had a chance to stop them.
"Why don't I give you a sneak peak." He teases before placing it on his knee. At first glance I would think he knew what he was doing, but he began to strum completely out of tune. Quickly I plugged my ears before running over to put the guitar out of its misery, it nestled safely in my arms.
"Do you lure all girls in like that Styles or do you actually not know how to play guitar?"