finally ! here's the final part of dying your hair a crazy color ! :-)
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Luke:
It had been ages since you last did something with your hair. Probably about two to three years since you last got a trim or had highlights done. During the weekend, you rang a salon. "Yes, can I have an appointment around, uhmm...eleven o'clock?...Yes, thanks very much!" *click* "What's up, Buttercup?" Luke asked as he strode into the kitchen, wrapping his long arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug. "Oh nothing, just made a hair appointment for tomorrow at eleven," you replied nonchalantly, tracing over the design on Luke's t-shirt with your fingers. "A hair appointment? Wow, it's been what? Two and a half years?" He inquired. Nodding, you responded, "Yep. And you're coming with me."
*next day*
"Wow, Y/N! They cut two inches off! It's still pretty long, but I just...wow, just noticed a difference," Luke grinned widely at you. "I know! I had them take off an extra half-inch because I'm dying my hair as well!" Luke's eyes widened, staring at you in awe. "W-what color?" He stammered. "It's a surprise," you countered. "Now get out," you giggled, winking. Luke smiled and walked out. Another hour later, you walked into the waiting room with pastel-pink waves. "Oh my god, Y/N! You look...beautiful! You're my fairy princess now!" Luke exclaimed. You laughed aloud, and Luke pulled you close to him. "My princess," he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours.
Calum:
It was a dare. Drunk truth-or-dare with the boys was not a good idea. Michael dared you to dye your hair a fiery-red color. The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. Calum was still asleep, arms loosely wrapped around your torso. Michael snapped his fingers, making you whip your head around. "Guess what, Y/N?" Michael whispered with an evil smirk on his face. "I know, I know," you groaned. "Boo? What's the matter?" Calum yawned. "Nothing, I just...have to dye my hair today," you trailed off, eyes on Calum's brown ones. "You don't have to-" he tried to say, before you cut him off. "No, I...I want to, I think. Y/H/C is pretty boring; red will be a fun change!" A few hours later, you and Michael walked out of the bathroom. His hands looked like he had just murdered someone, and your hair was fire-engine red. "Holy shit, Y/N! That looks absolutely amazing on you! Oh my god..." Calum yelled, grabbing your hand. He ran his hands through it, and you smiled. "Really?" You whispered. "Of course, boo," Cal responded quietly, and he put his lips on your forehead and his hands on your hips.
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sweet jesus i am so sorry that took so long ): lots of stuff going on ! did not expect to be this busy tbh ! once again, i apologize !
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-Anna :-)
