Yours

Blindfolded

I walked into Zayn's shop, the beauty salon was deserted.  There was no one inside and Zayn wasn’t out front. I grabbed a magazine and sat behind the register, Zayn would show up eventually. After about half an hour I began to worry when I hadn’t heard from Zayn. By now I would of at least heard him cursing out paperwork, dropping something, and smoke breaks don’t last this long usually.

I got up and wandered towards the back where Zayn had a small office and a closet for various hair products. I stuck my head in the closet. No Zayn there. I knocked on his office door. Receiving no response I cracked the door open looking in I grinned. Zayn was curled up in his office chair asleep. I went over and tapped his shoulder. Nothing. I poked his cheek making his head roll to the other side. Nothing.

I grabbed his shoulder and shook it gently.

“Wake up sleepyhead!” I cheered.

“Go away” was the grumbled response.

I continued to shake his shoulder, getting no further response I pulled out my phone. Time for drastic measures.

I pressed play and the Avenger assemble “Fight as One” song blared out of my phones speakers.

Zayn’s head shot up and looked around, he frowned when he realised it was just my phone.

“Kirsten when did you get here? He asked, stretching out from his curled position on the office chair.

“I’ve been here ‘bout a half hour, I just came looking for you.” I told him, giggling at the hair that had fallen into his face and the red line from the seam of his pants running down the left side of his face.

“Ack that means I only have a hour and a half!” He exclaimed jumping out of his chair.

“To do what?” I asked, following him as he ran out to the supply closet.

“To give you a make over!” He explained like it was obvious.

“Why am I getting a makeover? I never agreed to this!” I protested, watching him grab a blue hair dye off the shelf.

“Please Kirsten.” Zayn begged, his beautiful eyes widening more than could possibly be legal.

“ I had this great idea the other day, I want to dye the tip of your hair a royal blue. Then no wait I want it to be a surprise!” He explained.

Looking into those eyes how could anyone say no. “Fine, but it comes out of my paycheck.” I compromised.

Zayn shrugged and dragged me to the hair wash station.

When the warm water hit my scalp, I was gone. I closed my eyes and went limp in the chair. I loved having my hair done by others.

I must of fallen asleep at some point because I woke up when Zayn shook my shoulder.

“Come on princess lets dry that hair.” Zayn said.

My hair was wrapped in a towel trailing down my back, checking the the​ clock on the wall I had been asleep for almost forty minutes.

“I can’t believe you fell asleep!” Zayn teased me, pulling the towel off my head.

“I can’t believe you let me sleep through you dying my hair.” I replied, shivering as cold air hit my wet head.

“Seriously though Kirsten I have never seen you fall asleep like that are you doing okay?” Zayn asked walking around the chair to look me in the face.

“I am fine...I” I hesitated. “This week I keep feeling like something really big is going to happen and it makes it hard to sleep.”

“I am sure it nothing!” Zayn chirped seeming strangely happy.