Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Whoops Or Group Hugs

Hi everyone, just like I promised, here is the second -and definitely happier- chapter for today. I really need to go back to studying for my exam now, but I hope this makes you a little bit happy after the past two days. All the love, Summer xxx

The next few days went by in a blur of work and surprisingly a lot of happiness. My dissertation had been accepted and would now be marked within the next month and I was just happy that all of my hard-work was over, at least for now. After the summer I would most likely start my Master's degree and then try to find a job next year. But right now, I could taste the freedom that was lying in front of me, a hole summer filled with only working for the hotel and maybe doing some charity work and travelling. No more essays, no more lectures and no more tutors who thought they knew everything better. The feeling was indescribable. 

I was lying in my bed in the early hours of the morning, with a sleeping Harry lying next to me. His long hair was spread across the pillow and I tried to savour this moment because his long hair would be gone in a matter of hours. I wasn't sure who would miss his hair more, he or the rest of the world, but I was so proud of him for cutting it all of for the movie and donating it to charity. It was such a Harry thing to do and I was secretly already looking forward to the reaction of the rest of the fandom who didn't have a clue what they were in for. The photo shoot and the whole magazine article had been kept secret and wouldn't be released for another couple of months. I had already gotten a glimpse at the photos from last week and I knew that it would become one of these iconic magazine photo shoots which would be remembered for a very long time.

My alarm went off and Harry let out a groan and opened his eyes, sleepily blinking a couple of times, while his eyes adjusted to the brightness in the room. I reached over and turned the alarm off, before I rolled back over onto my side to face Harry who was now looking at me with a light smile on his lips. "Morning, love." He leaned over and pecked my lips, a smile appearing on my face, as well. "Morning." We smiled at each other for a couple of seconds, before he let himself fall back into the pillows, making me laugh. "Ready for your big day?" I asked him and lightly poked his side which made him squirm and squeak like a little kid. He glared at me while I laughed at his reaction and almost automatically lifted his hand to run it through his messy curls.

"I'm not sure, to be completely sure, to be honest with you. I know I shouldn't be that nervous, I mean, it's just hair, isn't it?" he asked me and I saw a hint of embarrassment in his green eyes. "It's perfectly fine to be nervous, Harry. I mean, your hair is a very big part of who you are and you haven't had it short in such a long time, but I am sure you'll get used to the short hair very soon and...", I leaned over and pressed a kiss just right below his ear, "I'm sure you will look just as handsome with short hair as you do now." I whispered into his ear. When I tried to pull away, his strong arms held me in placed and he was now grinning up at me. "So you think I am handsome, hm?" he asked with a playful twinkle in his eyes and I grinned back at him just as widely. "Well, I can assure you that I don't just allow anyone to sleep in this bed with me." I joked and his grin widened, if that was even possible, before he gave my waist a light squeeze making me squeak and squirm in his grip. "Payback is a bitch." he whispered, a wide smirk on his face, before his lips met mine.

After we had gotten dressed eaten some breakfast, Harry drove us to the hair salon where he would get his hair cut. The whole drive he tried to chat to me about random things, acting as if he was totally fine, but his constantly bouncing leg gave him away. When we pulled into the parking lot, I already saw his mum and Gemma getting out of one of the cars. They had wanted to come along because they knew what a big moment this was for Harry. It wasn't just about getting a hair cut. It was a symbolic step from being 'Harry from One Direction' to 'Harry Styles the actor and musician' and I knew how grateful he was for their presence.

Before we got out of the car, I placed a hand on Harry's nervously bouncing leg which made him look over to me. "Hey, I'm here for you, alright? Your mum and sister are here, too, and you will be perfectly fine." He gave me a small smile and put his big hand over my small one, giving it a light squeeze. "Thank you." he thanked me quietly and I pressed a light kiss to his cheek, before opening the door. Anne and Gemma greeted us excitedly and immediately pulled Harry into a group hug, while I stood next to them with a wide smile on my face. 

"Oh, come over here, love!" Anne waved me over and I hesitantly took a step closer to them, before she pulled me into their group hug, as well. "I'm getting a little bit squished in here." Harry's muffled voice came somewhere from the middle of our hug and we all laughed and let go off him. Almost automatically, Harry reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers as we made our way to the door. "I'm so glad you two finally found each other." Anne gushed immediately and I felt my cheeks heat up. When I looked up at Harry, I saw that he, too, had a hint of colour on his cheeks. 

"Harry called me on Monday." Anne explained when she saw my face and Gemma leaned over to pinch his cheek, making me laugh and Harry glare. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, while silently wondering what exactly we were at the moment. Were we dating? Friends who occasionally kissed? Boyfriend and girlfriend? I was incredibly happy to have him and didn't mind that we hadn't put a label on it, but Anne's comment had made me realise that people would most likely expect us to put a label on it very soon. Taking a deep breath, I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and focused my attention back on Harry.

The owner of the salon was a famous hairstylist and warmly welcomed us to the completely empty salon. They had arranged it to be just Harry who was coming in this morning and a photographer was present as well, who would take some photos for the magazine. After one last photo with his long curly hair, Harry took a seat in front of one of the mirrors, and Anne volunteered to braid his hair for him. The three of us were standing behind him, as the scissors did their work at the back of his head. His eyes caught mine and I smiled at him, his lips momentarily pulling into a small smile, as well, before he went back to biting it. 

"Well, it definitely feels a lot lighter." he joked and shook his now shorter curls, making everyone present laugh. "Oh, can someone take a photo of me holding my hair?" Harry said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and stood up. "The fans will go nuts when that's all they get for another couple of weeks." he said with a smirk and Anne shook his head at his childish behaviour. "Still the joker, hm?" Gemma commented, but she seemed to like the idea, as well. "Everyone will hate you." I giggled and Harry sent me a satisfied smirk, before he posted the photo on instagram. 

When I saw the caption, I burst out laughing. "You... you captioned it 'Whoops.'?" I managed to say in between laughing. "Oh, they will be so mad at you, I can't wait." He sent me a big grin, obviously very proud of himself, and then started to unbutton his shirt, making my eyes go wide. When he caught my eyes, he winked at me and then added "It's for the photo shoot, love." I gulped and nodded, desperately trying to avoid the amused looks of Anne and Gemma, who were watching our exchange. "Alright, ready to get to work?" Harry nodded and sat down again, while the three of us, got comfortable around him. "Let's do this."