Harry Styles IMAGINES!

He Does Your Hair

  You and your boyfriend, Harry,  were attending a party tonight at Beverley Hills and you were excited to go to such an exclusive event with Harry.

  It was about an hour before the party started, and you were stuck in the bathroom, finishing your makeup. It was nothing too flashy, but noticeable enough to know that you were wearing makeup. After finally getting the makeup just right, you checked your outfit in the mirror.

  It was a Jovani dress that Harry had purchased for you to wear. The top was covered in jewels, as well as the straps. The bottom was long and black, with a cut that started a little higher than the knee. It was simply beautiful. You wore your silver high heel pumps, and slipped on silver and gold bracelets. After putting on golden earrings that dangled, you couldn't help but smile at your reflection on the mirror. You looked beautiful.

  The final part, however, was to do your hair. All of your friends and family loved your natural hair, but you honestly hated it. It was a nuisance to make it look acceptable, and when it did, it never lasted long. Not even mousse, hair gel, or even a whole can of hairspray to keep it looking nice for an hour, much less the whole day!

  Your hair was only slightly damp from washing it, but dry enough to start styling it to how you wanted it to.

"Hey, Harry!" You called.

"Yeah, Babe?" He called back.

"I'm going to be doing my hair, if you need me, I will be in the washroom!" You explained.

"Alright!"

  You entered the bathroom again and brushed your hair throughly. Once that was done, you plugged in the curling iron to style your hair. You wanted to do a sophisticated curled bun with two pieces of hair on the side to be curled. You saw an image of it on Google, and you watched many videos on how to do it. With not much practice under your belt, however, you hoped you could manage to do it.

  You managed to curl your hair perfectly fine, but the hard part was next. Sectioning your hair while making a bun. You tried once, twice, three times. After the fourth time trying, you grew frustrated and let your hair down. You wanted to do this hairdo all by yourself, but it was too complicated for you to do, and now, you were beyond agitated with your hair and yourself.

"Babe? We got fifteen minutes left before we have to go," Harry said, entering the bathroom.

  He wore a raspberry red dress shirt with white thin vertical stipes, black skinny jeans, a pair of black dress shoes, and his hair was down. The familiar smell of his intoxicating cologne filled your nostrils as you turned to face him.

  He scanned you with a smirk plastered on his lips.

"You look gorgeous, Y/N," Harry complimented, lightly kissing your cheek.

"Thanks," You said dryly.

"What's wrong, Love?" He asked.

"I can't do my hair how I wanted to," You sighed, frustration bubbling inside you.

"Well, how about I do your hair?" He asked.

  You looked up at him with both confusion and surprise.

"You want to do my hair?"

"Yeah, I don't want you and your pretty little head to get worked up over it, so I might as well try," He said.

"Fine. But please don't rip out my hair," You agreed.

  He nodded and carefully sectioned off your hair. His light yet masculine like touch sent shivers down your spine. His soft fingers danced with your hair with such grace and care made your frustration melt away. Every once and awhile, a piece of your hair would glide gently out of his hands, and he would brush it back, and his cool fingers would graze the back of your neck, making you get goosebumps.

"Are you cold, Sweetheart? You have goosebumps on your skin," He said softly, as he started to braid your hair.

"No, it just feels good when you touch my hair," You admitted calmly.

"Does it now?" He asked, his eyes focused on your hair.

"Yeah, a little," You grinned.

  You both grew silent as you watched Harry braid your hair in the mirror. His focus on your hair was actually comforting, and you didn't really know why. May be because you trusted him. Or may be you loved how he always would put out his best effort and work, no matter how challenging something may be.

  After a couple of minutes, he tied the end of your braid with a hair tie and finished.

  It was gorgeous. A loose side braid that had pieces of hair peek out of the braid. Not in a messy way, but in a way to make it look sexy yet sophisticated. The curls you did for your hair made the braid look more classy.

  It looked perfect.

"So? Is it okay? If you don't like it, I can-"

  Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips to his, cauing him to be thrown off gaurd.

"This is beautiful, Harry. Absolutely perfect," You smiled, looking at the reflection on the mirror.

"I'm glad you like it, Baby," He smiled.

"We gotta take a picture before we go!" You cheered happily.

  Harry chuckled at your giddiness and agreed.

  After a couple of pictures together, you both drove off to the party of the lifetime.