A/N is this the first time I'm making them age backwards... yes (and I mean that by the character design going from 2015 to 2014, Harry and Louis themselves are still aging)
Harry had been minding his own business walking around the kitchen of the frat house when he heard Louis scream.
"What the fuck-?!" He gasped, quickly turning around to see Louis staring at him, grabbing his chest.
"Oh- shit it's just you." Louis let out a breathe of relief, causing Harry to make a confused expression.
"What the- what do you mean it's just you?! Of course it's me!"
Louis laughed a little before tapping his own head.
"You're wearing a beanie- I'm not used to that." He explained, Harry having shoved all of his hair under the beanie.
"But it's still me! My hairs just hidden." Harry stated.
"I know but when I imagine you- either your hair is down or it's pulled up, so when I didn't see your curls I assumed there was some tall stranger in the kitchen and it scared me!" Louis explained, walking over towards Harry going to have his beanie off.
"So you're telling me- if I shaved my head you wouldn't like me anymore?" Harry asked, dodging Louis's hand.
"No I'm not- holy shit did you shave your head?!" He gasped, wondering if that's why Harry was wearing a beanie.
"I was just asking as an example!" Harry said, running away from Louis.
"Harold fucking Styles I swear to god if you shaved your head I will take that promise ring back until you have hair again!" Louis threatened as he chased after Harry.
"I didn't fucking shave my head- I was just thinking about getting a haircut!" He explained, jumping behind the couch to put an items between him and Louis.
"No no- it's not you thinking about getting a haircut- it should be plural as in we. What's yours is mine and now that we're engaged you can't do shit to your hair without talking to me first." Louis stated.
"Holy fuck no! That's like me saying you can't shave without talking to me first- because you've done that and I haven't said anything but I hate when you have a baby smooth face." Harry shared in a low whisper as he squinted his eyes.
"See- we've talked about it so now I won't ever shave again." Louis sarcastically remarked, running around the couch only to switch sides with Harry.
"Fuck off- I was just thinking about a haircut. I'm the only boy on the whole team with long fucking hair so I thought getting it cut would be a good idea." Harry explained his reasons for the beanie.
"It's stupid. That's a very fucking stupid thought." Louis bluntly said.
"Okay well it's not your hair Lewis. While you may like it I get blamed all the time for clogging up the drain and it's not easy to manage this length."
"Zayn's hair is getting fucking long too- why isn't anyone blaming him?" Louis asked.
"I dunno- but I didn't wanna cut it that short anyways Lou, just maybe around my shoulder again or trim it- my hair's just getting really long." Harry said more calmer as he pulled the beanie off to show Louis his more frizzy than curly long hair.
Louis felt himself sigh as he walked over to Harry.
"Okay. If this is what you really want than I'll help you." He gave in.
Harry felt himself smile hugely at this.
"Really?!" He asked.
"I'd be a bad fiancé if I didn't, so I don't really have a choice." Louis wrinkled his nose as Harry rolled his eyes.
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What The F*ck {L.S.}
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Harry decided to close his eyes again until after a bit something came over and blocked the sun from his face. "I wanna say something but I genuinely don't know what to say." Louis truthfully shared as he stared down at Harry. "This...
