Ah, haircut blues are the inspiration behind this one. But, it’s growing on me so that’s good. Short and sweet, hope you enjoy. x
“Love? Where are yeh?” Harry’s voice calls out for the second time after he’s shuts the front door of your flat, boots clicking along the wood floors as he makes his way to your shared room.
You don’t respond, cuddling deeper under the covers and making sure your hold on them is tight for when he is able to find you and your poorly chosen hiding spot.
When he hadn’t gotten a response from you after texting several times, pleading to send a photo of your recent endeavor-he had the slightest feelings that it hadn’t gone how you wanted it too.
“Think m’gonna get a haircut today,” you had mumbled over tea that morning, scrolling through your phone as he poured you another cup.
He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, “S’tha’ so?”