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He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You When You Try To Take Care of Him

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“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.

“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.

I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.

“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.

I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.

“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.

“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.

I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.

Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.

“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”

I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.

“Oh Y/n’s h-“

“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.

They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.

I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.

“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.

“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”

Louis shakes his head at him. 

“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.

I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.

“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”

My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me. 

I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.


“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.

He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.

The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.

I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.

“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.

I shrug, taking a sip of my water.

“I guess” I mumble.

“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.

“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.

“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.

“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.

Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.

As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.

“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically 

“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”

They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am. 

I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him. 

I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.

I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.

“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.

Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.

“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.

The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.

I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.

Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.

“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.

He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.

“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked. 

My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.

“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.

Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.

“Please?”

I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?

“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.

“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.

“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”

I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad. 

“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“

“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.

He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.

“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”

In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.

“Sure” I sigh.

Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.

“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.

In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.

“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.

The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself. 

“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.

I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.

I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.

He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.

“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.

Little things Harry would do to make Valentine’s Day special

Spend hours thinking of just the right words to put in your card, crafting the perfect way to explain how much you mean to him.

Insist on taking photos as you open your gifts. And when you protest, saying you’re still in your pajamas, he replies, “Gotta have summat to show our future children, love.”

Buy you a dress in the same shade of baby pink made of the same silky material as your favorite shirt of his. Not so that you’ll stop wearing his, god no; he loves coming home and finding you draped in his shirt, soft legs peaking out from the hem. He loves you in it so much he wants to see all the ways a dress of the same kind would flatter you.

Follow you around, gyrating and singing, as you get ready for the day, pleading with you to sing along. And when you finally let him take your hand, he spins you in a circle, crooning, “Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me.”

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cookie dough

(bc I just went through a similar plight)

Jack is baking cookies with Bitty and he gets put in charge of mixing the dough. He asks “Can I just do this with my hands?” with a frown when the wooden spoon just isn’t doin it with the butter. Bitty says sure and Jack can’t help but smile a little when he gets his hands in there and gets to squeeze butter and flour through his fingers; there’s an undeniable childlike enjoyment in the gooey, doughy mess.

And it really isn’t too messy, Jack thinks he’s doin a good job so far. But with each knead his hands get more and more coated with the cookie dough until it’s so thick on his fingers that it’s like he’s wearing oven mitts. And he can’t easily wipe it off; it’s not like one hand is clean enough to scrape the dough off the other, and when he tries it just transfers sticky dough between hopeless fingers.

“Uhh…”

“Doin okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack can hear him coming over.

“Uhh–” He looks at his hands frantically. He can’t let Bitty see him like this, he’s a mess and Bitty’s such a good baker and he looks like a giant dumbass–

Jack shoves his hands in his pockets. Some of the dough is scraped off and drops in crumbles to the floor or sticks to his pants. The rest he can feel in humid globs between his fingers, filling up the space in his pockets in a way that he knows will be awful to clean. He imagines lint getting mixed in with the chocolate chips, and…yep, a couple of quarters and the ticket stub from the movie they saw that afternoon.

Jack spins on his heels and stares at Bitty.

Bitty stares back. Mouth a straight line. There’s no question of whether or not he saw.

“…Why.”

“…I panicked.”

ok so me and @bakkoush-naesheim discussed this for like three hours today, and we have a theory on the mikael and even situation. it might be reaching, but, well, this is skam, so let us reach haha.

it was mikael who kissed even. 

so, mikael liked even. maybe even actually liked mikael back a little too, but he was with sonja. so, when mikael kissed him, even pulled away. and that’s when mikael starts to freak out. even tells him it’s okay, and he promises not to tell anyone, and that there’s nothing wrong with liking boys. but that panics mikael more. and so mikael says something along the lines of, “of course you’re not telling anyone, there’s nothing to tell.” and the more even tries to calm mikael down, the more mikael gets freaked out. and he tells even something about islam and homosexuality, and how the quran says it’s a sin, and generally, just…mikael is freaked out. which gives even the idea to start reading the quran, to help his friend out, to help mikael come to terms with his sexuality. and when he tells mikael what he’s doing, maybe mikael freaks out more, and says something along the lines of “you said you’d drop it, nothing happened, just leave it.” 

so mikael begins distancing himself from even because he’s scared because even isn’t dropping the subject. mikael, freaked out about people finding out and even telling everyone, becomes paranoid and decides to get in there first. and he tells the balloon squad that even tried to kiss him. even, at this point,  was probably getting closer to a manic episode, so his behaviour would have been a little…off. so the balloon squad believe mikael, and maybe mikael even exaggerated a little bit and said things like, “he’s obsessed with me, he kissed me and won’t leave me alone” etc. and thus the entire squad begin to distance themselves from even. even maybe comes up to mikael a couple of times and asks to talk, and again, this just comes off as even being “obsessed” with mikael. and it’s all one big understanding.

with all this going on, even is still researching the quran; he’s manic, so his impulse control, reasoning and judgement are all a little impaired right now. he begins to post any passage that is to do with homosexuality from the quran. not necessarily negative, just anything that mentions it. yousef, at this point, is maybe already questioning his faith, and so he only picks up on the more “negative” passages that even’s posting; the stuff that says homosexuals will go to hell, etc. this “obsession”, of course, given what the balloon squad have been told (even tried to kiss mikael), can easily be interpreted as even trying to “cure” himself with the quran/islam.

amongst all this, obviously, mikael feels awful. but he’s in too deep now. he can’t tell the boys the truth, because he’s still scared, and now there’s the added guilt of how all this is effecting even. so he stays quiet, and gradually, the balloon squad all lose contact with even completely. 

even trying to kill himself wasn’t a result of him thinking homosexuality is a sin. it’s very likely he crashed after his manic episode (depressive episodes aren’t always triggered by life events in bipolar disorder (although they can be); it is sometimes simply the neural chemistry trying to overcompensate for an increase in 5ht that’s seen in a manic episode, so the body decreases 5ht to compensate, but this results in abnormally low levels which=depression). even was very lonely at this point, he was depressed, and that led to his suicide attempt. but for yousef, and for the other boys, i mean, the story writes itself:  even tried to kiss mikael which must mean he’s gay, mikael freaked out bc he’s religious, now even is reading the quran so he must be trying to cure himself. even never corrected anyone on this, because correcting them would mean breaking the promise he made to mikael; the promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened.

the thing is, this theory explains a lot. it explains:

  • why mikael would still have even’s number (because if he truly was freaked out that even had kissed him, he probably would’ve deleted his number to get rid of all contact with him)
  • why mikael laughed nervously at the mention of even in the sms roulette video, and why he was so quick to shut mutasim down about it - he probably feels incredibly guilty now, hence why he said, “it’s not important”; he doesn’t want to lie anymore, but also isn’t ready to talk about it
  • why even is so terrified. on the one hand, this could be bc yousef’s version of what happened is the truth. obviously that version would still scare even. but on the other hand, it’s one thing being afraid of someone finding out the truth, but it’s so much more terrifying for someone to hear a lie, or a rumour, and for them to believe it. you can’t control what someone lies about. and even can’t necessarily deny what happened, because again, this would lead to mikael getting exposed.
  • why even told sonja about isak immediately. on the one hand, even is a Good Bean™ and probably wanted to let sonja know out of respect to her. but also, he didn’t wait for rumours to spread about him and isak. he wanted to tell her himself this time.
      • on a related note, it could’ve also explained the distance in their relationship. maybe he didn’t tell sonja the truth, out of respect to mikael, and sonja knew she wasn’t getting the whole truth, even if she heard even had kissed mikael. this drove a wedge between their relationship, leading to her not trusting him completely, because she knew she wasn’t getting the whole truth. this is another reason why even told her about isak right away.
  • why even is avoiding talking about the topic. again, he could be scared. that could be the answer. but it also could be because he doesn’t want to lie, but he also doesn’t want to break his promise to mikael.
  • it fits with the theme of the show!!! misunderstandings. mikael isn’t homophobic. he did a shitty thing, regardless of whether our theory is true, or if yousef’s version of events turn out to be true. but imagine this version: he lied, then…all this happened. of course the right thing to do would be to come clean, but imagine how terrifying that would be. it would not only mean he had to come out before he was ready, but it also would mean admitting he ostracised a friend, lied about him, etc. he probably feels incredibly ashamed and guilty, even though he’s in a better place in his life right now, he just wants to forget the whole thing happened.

so to conclude, the situation is misunderstanding after misunderstanding. which fits with the theme of this season. and with the theory that not everything is as it seems (sana assumed yousef is muslim; magnus and vilde appear to be in love but aren’t really).

whose to say yousef isn’t wrong when he says it was even who kissed mikael?

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KURT WITH THE SPIDERMAN KISS

@madelyne-pryor @kurt-nightcrawler @kurtwxgners @alexsunmners @rax-writes @jubillee

You’re walking into the kitchen when you hear Kurt’s signature ‘bamf’ and the overpowering stench of sulfur that you still haven’t gotten used to despite living together for almost five years.

“Kurt, what are you doing?” You ask, not bothering to look up from your phone.

“I thought I would surprise you!” He says, hanging from the utensil rack above the island counter. “Though, I do not think it worked.”

“Sorry, darling, you’re a little bit too obvious.” 

He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, putting on the show that he was let down and sad. You only laugh at that, setting your phone on the counter and pushing yourself up onto your toes, hands planted on the counter to keep you steady.

“I appreciate the thought, Kurt.” You whisper before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, your nose squished against his chin for just a moment before you go back to what you were doing in the kitchen.

Keep My Hands Clean (Ethan)

Summary: Based on Aladdin. Reader is the princess who wants nothing more than to escape the reality, and Ethan is the street urchin.
Word Count: 2,701
Warnings: None.
A/N: I don’t know why this just came to my mind but I suddenly started imagining Ethan as Aladdin and I couldn’t keep the ideas from blooming. I need help. I also need Ethan in a vest, poofy pants and a little hat. (Title from if I could I would feel nothing by blackbear)


You knew that you had to marry a prince one day, being a princess made it kind of your destiny. But you didn’t expect it to be so soon, and that’s why you felt like someone had smacked you across the cheek when your father, the Sultan, had called you in. There, he had told you about your dreaded future plans and that had sent you in a small state of panic. You had protested, even begged him to let you find your own prince in your own pace. But your pleas fell on deaf ears so you did what any reasonable human being did; you packed up an ran away.

The long brown robe you had thrown on made it difficult to climb up the large tree, but you managed to get over the fence of the palace. Looking back on the place you had called home for as long as you could remember, you felt a lump form in your throat at the thought of leaving it and leaving your father. Not too long ago, you had both lost your mother and the country had lost their queen to a viscious accident that left everyone mourning. Since then, it had only been you and your father taking care of each other. He’d absolutely lose it if he searched the palace only to find out that you’d escaped.

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i really love @catnippackets‘s post with these two stimming its adorable

Here’s a nonbinary/just really fuckin cute America sugar daddy au, because I’m a sucker for both this AU and Al with a daddy kink. I still can’t quite draw, but it fulfills a purpose, eh? @imagine-nsfw-hetalia inspired me, whatcanisaybuti’msorry

Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?

A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it

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Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.

In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.

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People decide to take a pop amd grab all the fakes bar the vagabond. It takes a hell of a lot of work but they succeed. The fakes have been getting lazy with their unquestioned position. Which is why they think the vagabond has gone soft. Ramsey has him leashed, patillo muzzled him, mogar and lil j keep him in check while the golden boy tugs on his ear like a love sick puppy. More fool them 1 💙

They grab gavin last. They figured itd be more entertaining to see how riled up the vagabond would get. They played with their food, giving gavin enough time to call ryan before they grabbed the golden boy. His squawks and attempts to wriggle free were pitiful. Of course, usually he’d be dangerous in his own right, but they’d gotten him adequately drunk beforehand. All part of the plan. They left vagabond a handwritten note. A taunt. “Let’s see what an old dog can do about this”. 2 💙

See, there two parts of the terror that’s going to fall on these people who have dared to think that they can just take the Fake AH Crew.

The first part is the obvious part. Ryan. Because he’s coming after them. No god in heaven or hell is gonna be able to hold him back. And he’ll come prepared. He’s going to do every single thing possible to get his family back and he has no qualms of who he takes down along the way. Any person not a Fake is going to die, that is basic fact. They can only pray it’ll be a swift end.

But the second part. They’ve captured all the rest of the Fakes. They have all of them there. Together. All wanting to protect each other and even Ryan from rushing in here and doing anything too stupid. Especially if this gang has set up a trap for Ryan, which it seems like they have. The Fakes aren’t just going to sit back and let themselves be held captive.

They’ve made a huge mistake. You can’t keep track of all five of them at once. Even if it could be possible, some of the Fakes will distract you as the others slip out.

Jeremy slips out first of course. Undoing his binds, slipping into the shadows. After that they start disappearing one by one until there’s only Geoff sitting there with a big grin at the confused guards before Michael and Jack are knocking them out to steal their guns.

In the end there’s destruction in two waves. From inside and outside as the Fakes still manage to work together in terrifying, devastating ways.

“Out With The Old”: A Haircut Spell

To remove burdens from oneself and inspire new beginnings

Items Needed:

  • Shampoo/Conditioner/Etc.
  • Lavender, Chamomile, and other cleansing/refreshing herbs of your choice

Step 1) Before getting your hair cut, wash with regular shampoo/conditioner/etc. Squeeze out the normal amount of product in your hands and hold it as best as you can for a few seconds (if it starts pouring out of your hands, it’s cool to go ahead and start applying it). Imagine it drawing in all the negative energy, thoughts, feelings, etc. from your body and holding it.

Step 2) Say the following as many times as you want:
Absorb and contain that which burdens me.”

Step 3) Run it through your hair as normal. As you do this, imagine it soaking up your burdens/etc. and storing them in your hair. Imagine the negative energy sinking to the bottom of your hair strands, weighing your hair down but remaining separate from your body so that it doesn’t affect you. This is where it will stay until it is cut loose.
Wash your hair as normal, but imagine the negative energy stays in the ends of your hair.

Step 4) Get that haircut! Wow, you look sharp!
As the hair is being cut, imagine it falling from you and taking the negative energy with it. As it is swept away, so it is swept away from you and your life.

Step 5) After your haircut, make a hair rinse from lavender, chamomile, and your other chosen herbs (careful: make sure you aren’t allergic). Wash your hair with this rinse and imagine it cleaning the rest of the residual negative energy from your hair. Say:
My burdens have been cleansed from me, so I can start anew.”

And you’re done!
Optionally, you can cleanse the bathtub/bathroom afterwards as well if you’re afraid of residual energy.