I Just Wanna Look At Your Face in Peace - Dominic Howard [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Four

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"Oh my God, Liz." Matt moaned, leaning his head back. "That feels amazing."

I let out a laugh, as I massaged the dye into his hair. Matthew and I were currently sitting on the floor, him being between my outstretched legs. We had already bleached his hair, which actually suited him surprisingly well, and were now in the process of turning it red. "Well, my mum used to be a hairdresser," I told him, my fingers running through his hair. "And I used to want to be one so she taught me all the tricks of the trade."

"Dude," He moaned again, looking towards Dom and Chris. "You guys have to have a go next."

"At dying my hair red?!" Dom asked, looking outraged. "I think not!"

I rolled my eyes at him. "You know, I don't actually have to put dye in your hair to give you a good head-"

"Good head, eh?" Dom interrupted, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "I like the sound of that."

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I let out a groan. "Whatever. I was going to say head massage if you hadn't so rudely interrupted me."

"Sure you were!" Chris chimed in, stuffing a hand full of chips in his mouth. "Mmfffdumsseckstensmmf."

Looking at Dom with a puzzled face I hoped he would be able to translate for me, but I guess he didn't understand either because he was looking at Chris with the same expression that I wore on my face.

"I don't know if it's because I'm in pure ecstasy over here..." Matthew started, his voice sounding very drowsy. "But I didn't catch a word of that."

I let out a snort. "Yeah it's pretty hard to understand someone when they're talking through a mouthful of chips."

Chris rolled his eyes as he began to chew his food, with exageration I might add, and finally swallowed it down. "Honestly, you guys suck. I said that there's obvious sexual tension between Dom and Liz."

"Ha! You're delusional, mate!" I laughed, my eyes glancing at Dom. Was that a frown on his face? I couldn't tell for sure because as soon as I had noticed it, it was replaced by a large grin.

"Yeah, c'mon Chris! Me and Liz? She's not my type." He stated, stretching his arms way above his head.

I rolled my eyes and feigned hurt. "Ouch, Dom." Without letting him reply, I began to nudge Matthew in an attempt to get him up. "Get up and wash your hair, dipshit."

Matt let out a groan, slowly getting to his feet. "That felt so good."

"I could tell!" I smiled, inspecting his hair for a last time. "Definitely wash it out now before your hair fries."

"Yeah, Matt. I don't think you would suit bald." Dom chuckled, picking up the remote and turning on the television.

Matthew shuddered visibly at the thought. "If anyone goes bald in the band, I think Chris would be the one to pull it off."

"Hey!" Chris yelled, putting his hands over his curly locks protectively. "I'm never shaving my head!"

Poking my tongue out at him, I got up to wash my hands in the bathroom. "You say that now!" Before I could even turn around to head in the direcion of the bathroom, I heard the door slam and the shower start. "What the fuck?! I was going to wash my hands!"

"Calm down! I'll guide you to the sink in the kitchen, milady!" Dom offered his arm with a goofy grin.

I looped my arm through his, careful not to get red dye on him. "Lead the way, noble knight!"

"Sexual tension!" Chris hollered as Dom led me to the kitchen.

"Sod off." I stated and without looking, flipped him off.

As soon as we were in the kitchen, I rushed over to the sink and began to scrub my hands with a load of soap. After a few seconds, I let out a huff. "It's not working!" I whined.

"You've been at it for 5 seconds!" Dom said, an amused grin clear on his face. "Here, I'll show you how to wash your hands properly because obviously you are incapable of doing it yourself!" I rolled my eyes as I heard his footsteps come up beside me. "First you get the soap." He picked up the soap and gestured for me to open my hands. Once I had, Dom squirted a load into my palms and set the soap back down. "Now," he started, positioning himself behind me and holding both my wrists. "Rub your hands together like this."

I rolled my eyes as he rubbed my hands together. "I'm pretty sure I can do this part myself."

"I know." Dom said, resting his head on my shoulder. "I just wanted to be close to you."

I let out a laugh and pushed him away with my back. "You're unbelievable!"

He laughed along with me, hoisting himself up on the kitchen bench and turning the water on. "Now, rub your hands under the water!"

Sure enough, the water ran red. "I don't see how this is any different to the way I was doing it before."

"To you maybe, but to a proffesional like me..." Dom tapped his nose a few times.

"Oh yeah, you've got a real talent there." I teased, turning the tap off and shaking my hands a few times. "Do you have a towel?"

He squinted his eyes at me. "Not for a non-believer like you."

"Okay then." I lunged at him and began to wipe my hands all over his shirt, face and all through his hair.

"Stop!" Dom yelled, grabbing my wrists and trying to push me away. "I swear if you get any red on me, you're a dead man!"

"Well lucky for me I'm not a man!" I yelled back with a laugh, wiping my hands on his chest.

He finally got the upper hand when he seized my wrists and began to push me away, forcing me to walk backwards. As I was walking I felt myself slip, but luckily for me Dom could actually hold my weight and slowly lowered me on the tiles. He then proceeded to straddle me over my stomach and began to pull his shirt off.

My eyes grew wide. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

He grinned, bunching his wet shirt up in his hand. "This."

I let out a shriek as he began to smother my face with his shirt and tried to squirm away. Just as I was about to surrender, a feminine voice spoke up.

"What on earth is going on in here?"

The shirt was finally removed from my face and I was able to see the blonde woman who stood in the doorway, with a smirking Chris behind her.

Dom gave a sheepish smile to her. "Hey, mum."