° sky high ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter two °

* the pic on the side is of avalon and her new hair and it was made by the lovely @rue_by_another_name so go and hit her up because she's super chill and writing an amazing story called 'supremacy' and she's like, the nicest chick out there. she even put 'damn it, avie' on it! say what?!

° two °

Later that week was when Avalon looked in the mirror and realized she needed a change. Everyone seemed to be changing around her. Harry had gotten more tattoos and was supposedly getting a motorcycle. Louis and Eleanor were engaged. Perrie and Zayn were wearing promise rings. Luke had gotten his lip pierced. Michael dyed his hair again. Calum got a new tattoo. Niall was talking to a girl. Liam was just actually talking more in general.

And Avalon’s hair was fading.

“Honey!” Luke called over the aisle as they stood in the drug store around the corner. “I found one!”

Avalon poked her head around the aisle to see Luke looking down at a box of hair dye, a furrowed look on his face. “At least I think this would look good on you.”

He handed Avalon the box and Avalon raised an eyebrow, “Luke this is just dye removal,” she chuckled, “It’s not a color.”

“I know,” Luke nodded, “I want to see your real hair color. I’m sure it’s beautiful on you.” Luke leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Avalon’s neck and making her skin erupt in goosebumps. His hands rested on her hips from where he stood behind her and Avalon attempted to continue looking at hair dye boxes as Luke continued to kiss her neck.

“Luke,” she mumbled, “Stop.”

“You know you don’t want me to,” Luke chuckled, “Come on hon, what’s your natural hair color?”

“None of your business,” Avalon shrugged.

“Honey,” Luke whined.

“No,” Avalon grumbled, flipping through some more pictures on her phone, “I’m thinking this.”

Luke rested his chin on Avalon’s shoulder as they both stared at the box. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Luke groaned.

Luke had decided not to stay for the dying process. Permanent things like this made him nervous, which was why Avalon called Michael over instead. Luke left rather grumpy, a small little pout on his perfect lips as Avalon kissed him out the door.

Michael clapped his hands together before rubbing them happily, “Let’s do this,” he said cracking a smile.

Harry could tell something was going on as soon as he was close enough to his door to be in smelling range. It smelled like bleach, not strongly of bleach but bleach was definitely there … and it was coming from Avalon’s flat.

Immediately, Harry made two assumptions:

1.)    Avalon had accidently killed Luke during one of their stupid sexual adventures and she was now cleaning the blood from the floor with bleach.

2.)    Luke had killed Avalon in a jealous rage after Avalon had admitted her true love for Harry and now Luke was attempting to wash away the blood from the floor.

Either way, Avalon needed help. Harry grumbled nonsense as he dug his keys out of his pocket, pulling out his packet of cigarettes, some mint gum, a mango sucker and a bunch of change from his pockets before finally finding his keys and twisting the lock, entering Avalon’s flat.

He grabbed Charles from the couch and started making his way towards the bathroom where he heard laughing and squealing.

“You look great,” Harry heard a voice say, definitely Michael’s, and he quickly flung the door open.