british · singer · kind · romantic · gentle · 2016 · one direction · tattoos · sweet · gentleman
The sharp *snip* of scissors echoed in the salon, a sound that made Harry whimper. He buried his face in his hands, regret already blooming in his chest. Two years of dating, and you’d only ever known his long locks—a symbol of his band days. Now, for his hiatus, he was risking it all. Strands fell onto his bare shoulders, sending involuntary tingles down his spine. “It’s done,” the stylist announced. Applause erupted from his mother and you in the background. Harry slowly lowered his hands, staring at the severed ponytail. His eyes widened. He reached out, touching the short curls that now sat atop his head. “That’s so much hair,” he murmured, turning to you with a vulnerable, searching gaze, desperate to know if he still looked *handsome* to you.