Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Do I Look Good? 💙

Summary: Harry's getting his long hair cut after years and he can't help but get really nervous about it.

This is a request from @Skittle2798 sorry it took so long for me to write it!!

TW: Panic attack

Words: 899 

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Louis pulled into the parking spot and got out of the car while Harry did as well. He smiled comfortingly at the nervous boy and threaded their fingers together.

"You'll be alright Hazza." Harry took a deep breath and moved closer to kiss Louis' temple gently. "Yeah, of course," said the taller man shakily.

The two walked into the shop, the small bell ringing to notify the lady at the desk of their arrival. Harry moves closer and cuddles into Louis' side, his eyes beginning to water and tightening his hold on Louis' hand.

Louis feels Harry start trembling uncontrollably. He shushes him and leads him over to a waiting chair, sitting him down and kneeling in front of him.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay Haz. Deep breaths, c'mon love you have to breathe." Louis held Harry's hand in his, rubbing comforting circles and exaggerating his breathing to help Harry along. Eventually, his breathing slows down and his tears fall.

Louis lets go of his hand to cup his cheeks and wipe them away gently.

"I-I'm sorry love, I'm just r-really nervous," Harry tries to smile but it looks more like a pained grimace.  

"That's okay angel. You sure you want to do this today?"

Harry nodded quickly. "Yeah- uh- better to get it o-over with now. You won't l-leave me, right?"

Louis smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. "Nope, I'll be next to you the whole time."

Harry smiled back and the two waited after Louis went to tell the lady they were there for Harry's appointment.

It didn't take long to be called back. The hairdresser was a tall lady with vibrant but pretty pink makeup. She understood Harry's nerves and turned him away from the mirror so he couldn't see it just yet. And gave him a lollipop that unashamedly enjoyed.

"You're so cute," Louis laughed fondly, pecking Harry's forehead and sitting down in the spinning chair next to Harry that was unoccupied. The hairdresser- whose name Louis saw was Kaya- grinned at them while she got her supplies ready.

Soon she got to work and Harry and Louis watched each other, making funny faces. Louis did his best to distract Harry and it worked fairly well until Kaya was almost done and Harry finished his lolly.

Harry hummed to himself but looked down at the floor when she told him to look down and spotted all his chopped-off curls on the ground. Suddenly he frowned, lip quivering and eyes tearing up. "L-lou, I think I'm g-gonna r-regret this."

Louis immediately wanted to cry just because of how genuinely upset his baby sounded. He stood in front of the taller man and took his hands.

"Baby you look so handsome, and you'll look even better when finished." Louis leaned down and kissed his nose, wiping a stray tear. "I promise you won't regret it when you see how pretty it looks.

"Just styling left," Kaya said happily, thrilled at how Harry's hair turned out.

Harry was still sad about the loss of his long curls, but the comforting words from his husband made him feel a bit better about it. 

"Stunning," Kaya grinned, setting down her comb. 

Louis smiled proudly at his husband. "Wanna see it, Hazza?"

Harry tensed, his green gaze flickering from where one of the other hairdressers were sweeping up the cut hair on the floor to his husband's comforting eyes. Slowly, he nodded.

Louis leaned down to softly kiss him. "You'll love it."

Kaya set her hands on the back of the chair. "Ready?"

Harry nodded again while nibbling nervously on his lip. Kaya turned the chair so the man could see his reflection in the mirror.

Harry stared at himself for a very long time, as if judging, and Louis would have thought that's what he was doing if he didn't know Harry would never judge someone in his life. But eventually, the taller man smiled.

"I like it," grinned the green-eyed man. 

Kaya squealed happily and Louis gave him a big hug, extremely proud.

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"Loubear?" Harry asked when Louis entered their bedroom. Louis tossed his shirt that he just pulled off in the hamper and pulled on one of Harry's hoodies, then changed into sweatpants before joining Harry in bed.

"Yeah, lovely?" said Louis with a tender smile, carding his fingers through Harry's short but soft hair.

"Do- do you really think my hair looks okay?"

Louis paused and looked down, then kissed Harry's nose. "Babe you'd look good in anything with anything. I think it looks beautiful. You always look beautiful."

Harry flushed deeply and nuzzled into Louis' tummy. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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Okay, I apologize for it being complete shit, especially the ending, but I know I haven't posted in a while and it's mainly because testing is coming up and it's pretty complicated this year since I've been doing school virtually all year and now they've got some weird shit schedule to go in for testing. I've got my first test tomorrow, so here's my farewell if I don't make it out alive.

Love you (':