therapy [h.s.]

Twenty-seven

Emma's point of view

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I continued to wash Harry's long, curly hair under the kitchen sink. Since there was so much of it, it took a while to get all of the shampoo out.

"Totally," I lied, biting back a smile.

"So you've cut hair before?" he tried to clarify.

"Yes," I fibbed again, giggling this time.

He gasped and turned his head towards me. His head was still under the faucet, and he had to bend down very low to fit properly. It looked quite uncomfortable.

"You filthy liar!"

I laughed, and grabbed a towel from the cabinet behind me. I pulled him up from his previous position, moving him to the chair in the middle of the kitchen floor. I used the towel to begin to dry his hair the best I could.

"Giving someone a haircut can't be that hard. Besides, this is getting ridiculous. People are starting to mistake you for a woman."

"Really? Who?"

"Me. If it wasn't for that stubble above your lip, I swear I was kissing another girl."

I spoke with a small smile on my face, and I earned a laugh from Harry.

"Someone's extra sassy today. You've got some nerve, Steven."

I just stuck my tongue out in his face, before disappearing to find the scissors.

I wasn't sure why I was acting so playful today. But after all, it was Saturday, and I was spending it with Harry Styles. It didn't get much better than that.

I walked back into the kitchen, and was greeted with his luscious locks. I didn't want to be the one who did this, but I knew it was time.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

With a slightly shaky hand, I brought the scissors to the damp hair and made a snip. I paused, staring at the chunk of hair I'd just cut out.

"How's it looking?" he asked me.

"Fine."

It was obviously a big change, but I'm sure he'd look flawless regardless. I continued to cut it shorter and shorter, doing my best to make it look even.

"Thanks for doing this, Em."

My eyes suddenly went wide, and the scissors fell from hand with a thud on the floor. I blinked a few times before trying to bring myself back reality.

"Emma? Are you alright?" Harry asked, turning around in the chair to look at me.

"I'm fine. Sit straight," I told him, bending down to pick up the scissors.

A few minutes later, I decided I was finished. It was a good deal shorter, and definitely different, but it was already growing on me.

"I think I'm finished," I told him, grabbing a mirror.

I handed it to him, and even he was surprised with what he saw. He styled it a bit with his fingers before speaking.

"Well, it's definitely an adjustment," he admitted.

"I know it looks weird now, but I think it looks pretty good, and you'll get used to it. Are you mad that I did it?" I asked quickly, suddenly feeling nervous. I'd feel awful if he truly didn't like it.

He got up from the chair, and came towards me.

"No, I'm not mad at you, love. It's a change, but change is good. Thank you for making me look less womanly. I appreciate it."