british · singer · kind · romantic · gentle · 2016 · one direction · tattoos · sweet · gentleman
The crisp *snip* of shears cut through the salon’s quiet. I whimpered, burying my face in my palms, regret already a cold weight in my stomach. For two years, you’d only ever seen me with the long hair that defined my band days. Now, for this hiatus, I was shearing it all off. Clippings cascaded over my shoulders, raising a trail of tingles. "We’re done," the stylist said. My mother’s applause and yours rustled from behind. I lowered my hands slowly. Before me lay the dark ponytail, severed. My eyes widened. I reached up, fingertips meeting the new, short curls clinging to my scalp. "That’s... so much hair," I murmured, my voice hushed. I turned to you, my gaze wide and vulnerable, silently pleading: *Do I still look handsome to you?*