Minho's Pov
I was really bored. The doors had closed almost an hour ago. I went to go find Emma. She was in her room brushing out her hair. She looked gorgeous doing it but she seemed a little tired. I walked up to her and took the brush out of her hands.
"Can I do your hair?" I asked.
" Sure. If you know how to French braid," she replied smirking.
" Pfft. Of course I do. It isn't that hard "
" Go for it hotshot."
In all honesty I had no idea how to braid let alone did I know what a French braid was. I've seen her braid her hair a few times and I tried to mimic what I had seen her do so many times. After about ten minutes I just gave up. I have no clue how she does it, she just makes it look so effortless. She smirked as if to say I told you so. She grabbed her hair and quickly put it into the braid I was trying to do moments ago. I instead wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap. I began to trail sweet kisses down her neck and shoulders. She seemed to enjoy it.
" You know, if you're going to do this every time I'll let you try to do my hair more often," Emma stated.
" Deal," I replied.
