Mialotte ❤️‍🩹

You Can Hold My Hand In A Crowded Place

A/N - this idea is so cute i have not done it justice at all lmao, i shuffled a real playlist me, ruby and juls made for this chapter (you will understand as you real) so please enjoy. i refused to move onto the next song until i had written the part for that one - i went mental listening to the first one on repeat so think of me crying to s&m to rihanna as you read x

Car Lights - James Marriott

"Char? Baby?" Mia shouted from the kitchen. Charlotte almost instantly walked over, standing in the doorway. A smile crept upon Mia's face as she saw her sweetheart. "Can you help me?" she asked, holding up two boxes of hair dye she pulled from the shopping bags. "I trust you to do the food shop on your own this time and you come back with more hair dye? I guess I'll help, seeing as your roots are noticeable from a mile off now," Char sarcastically chuckled. Mia inched closer to the girl in the doorway, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. It was soft, passionate, full of more love than either of them had ever received in their lives. As Mia pulled away, she moved her head so her mouth was just below Char's left ear, softly whispering, "Oh, she's a feisty one today! Come on sweetheart." Char softly giggled in response, "Well if you stop being a tease then we can, we both know that this won't be getting done tonight if you carry on like that."

Once they'd put all the shopping away and had a quick sit down, Char attempted to cover all the surfaces around the dining table. She knew she was messy when it came to hair dye, whether that be her own, her friend's or now Mia's, she would inevitably get it everywhere. However, Mia was none the wiser to this fact, this was the first time she'd asked Char to help. "Char sweetheart, why have you covered basically everything?" the redhead questioned, watching her girlfriend ensure no surface could be reached. "I'd rather be safe than sorry! Besides, cleaning chemicals are expensive and I don't want to buy anymore," Char explained, still not letting on to the fact that she knew she was going to make a massive mess. "Baby you know full well that if we needed them then I'd buy them," Mia rolled her eyes. She sat down on the chair, trying to make herself comfy on top of the towels covering it. The brunette handed her a towel to wrap around her back. She pulled out her phone to put some music on, opting for their shared playlist. It was obvious who put which song in, even when they were from the same artist.

The first song that played was S&M by Rihanna, clearly Mia's choice. Char reached for the hairbrush, pulling the matte of red hair that was there off of it. "Amelia, do you ever clean your hairbrush?" she teased. Mia wasn't listening, too busy in a world of her own, dancing. "Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it!" she sang. Anyone would think she was giving the chair a lap dance with the way she moved. "Amelia!" Char shouted. "Sorry baby, I just love this song," Mia fake frowned at her. "Stay still so I can brush your hair, you little wiggle worm" Char demanded, placing her hands on Mia's shoulders to try and still her. Mia chuckled at the name, before finally sitting still for Charlotte. The younger woman was finally able to brush the elder's hair. There was a brief pause just when the bridge hit, Mia screaming out the words and making direct eye contact with Charlotte, "I love the feeling you bring to me, oh you turn me on." "Yes Mia, I know I do but come on let me part your hair," Char insisted. She got the clips, dividing Mia's hair into four horizontal parts, whilst the other was mixing the hair dye in the bottles.

Charlotte jumped a little bit at the next song, not expecting the whiplash. Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones, she never expected Mia to listen to anything other than sensual pop and club anthems. She loved it though, they both listened to everything so there was never any fear about having to hide any of their music from each other. Mia handed Char a pair of gloves and the first bottle. "You do know what you're doing right?" Mia teased. "Yes! Of course I do," Char flashed her a mockingly angry look. She took the cap off the bottle, squeezing some dye out onto her roots. Her fingers made quick work of massaging the dye in, Mia sighing softly when Char's fingers hit her scalp. Once the first section was completely covered, Char brought down the next section.