tom holland oneshots

frayed braids

harry styles x reader fluff

Laying in bed doing nothing in particular was a regular when you were with Harry. He spent a lot of time in the studio and doing other work-related tasks, so days with him were rare or full to the brim; Laying in bed doing nothing in particular was a regular when you were with Harry. He spent a lot of time in the studio and doing other work-related tasks, so days with him were rare or full to the brim, and there was no in between.

You were spread out, leaning upright against the headboard. Harry was laying atop you, your legs wrapped underneath and beside him. His tattooed covered hand was rubbing circles on the skin of your lower leg. He hummed as your fingers ran through his hair again. He'd been growing it out, the strands curling naturally and fraying everywhere when he didn't bother taming it.

You had a few hair bands around your wrists, an idea coming to mind.

"Hey, H?"

He hummed. "What's up, baby?'

You smiled from behind him, though he couldn't see you with the direction he was facing. "I was wondering if I could... braid your hair? I've just- I've never really learned because mine's all short but yours isn't and it looks like fun."

He sat up, a grin plastering his face as he nodded. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"I suppose so. I know the jist, I think," you tried not to seem too helpless, but he only laughed, kissing your cheek and laying down once again.

He hummed when you started; he always loved when you played with his hair. Being in the business he was, he tended to shy away from the professional stylists; he didn't like when other people messed about with his hair, using unhealthy products and over accessorizing or gelling. He liked to be in control, and this was something he could keep.

"It might be- crooked or frayed or something so- so you don't have to keep it in."

He laughed, shaking his head from his spot. "I'm keeping it in regardless of how bad you think it is."

You smiled at that, continuing your work before tying off the end and starting another. About fifteen minutes had gone bye and you told him you were done. He stood up, smiling as he looked in the mirror. You squeezed your eyes shut, wanting not to see his reaction.

He chuckled at you, returning to his comfortable position atop your body.

"You know it looks great," he poked at your sides, eliciting a laugh and causing you to open your eyes.

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

there was no in between.

You were spread out, leaning upright against the headboard. Harry was laying atop you, your legs wrapped underneath and beside him. His tattooed covered hand was rubbing circles on the skin of your lower leg. He hummed as your fingers ran through his hair again. He'd been growing it out, the strands curling naturally and fraying everywhere when he didn't bother taming it.

You had a few hair bands around your wrists, an idea coming to mind.

"Hey, H?"

He hummed. "What's up, baby?'

You smiled from behind him, though he couldn't see you with the direction he was facing. "I was wondering if I could... braid your hair? I've just- I've never really learned because mine's all short but yours isn't and it looks like fun."

He sat up, a grin plastering his face as he nodded. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"I suppose so. I know the jist, I think," you tried not to seem too helpless, but he only laughed, kissing your cheek and laying down once again.

He hummed when you started; he always loved when you played with his hair. Being in the business he was, he tended to shy away from the professional stylists; he didn't like when other people messed about with his hair, using unhealthy products and over accessorizing or gelling. He liked to be in control, and this was something he could keep.

"It might be- crooked or frayed or something so- so you don't have to keep it in."

He laughed, shaking his head from his spot. "I'm keeping it in regardless of how bad you think it is."

You smiled at that, continuing your work before tying off the end and starting another. About fifteen minutes had gone bye and you told him you were done. He stood up, smiling as he looked in the mirror. You squeezed your eyes shut, wanting not to see his reaction.

He chuckled at you, returning to his comfortable position atop your body.

"You know it looks great," he poked at your sides, eliciting a laugh and causing you to open your eyes.

"You really think so?"

"I know so."