Age 5

You stated at the guitar laying on the ground. It had a big hole in the and the neck had snapped in half. You hadn't meant to do it, it was an accident.

"Y/n! Are you-" your father Shawn shouted as he ran to the living room where you are.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't mean to daddy"

"Just go to your room please"

You sighed and told him you were sorry quietly before heading upstairs.

Shawn picked the broken guitar up and put it where it wouldn't hurt anyone. He went upstairs to check on you.

"Y/n? Can I come in"

"Yeah" you sniffled sadly.

"What happened to the guitar?"

"I just- I picked it up and then I was going to carry it to you. But it fell out my hands and then it hit the drawers and they wobbled and then the picture frame fell onto guitar. I'm sorry daddy"

"Why were you carrying it to me baby?"

"I wanted you to teach me how to play it. So I could be like you. Because you play guitar and sing and mama plays it too"

"Aww honey, how about we go to the guitar shop and get you a small one and then I'll teach you how to play a bit. Okay?"

"Okay. Love you daddy"

"Love you too"