Bruno Mars Imagines

He Does Your Hair And Makeup

(Y/N)'s POV:

"What do you mean you can't do my hair today?!" I said to my sister who said that her boyfriend is taking her on a vacation to the Caribbean. "But, Bruno is taking me to the Grammys tonight. I need someone to do my hair today!" I said as I started to freak out like crazy. As I was going to answer my sister back, someone took my phone and it was Bruno.

"Listen (Y/S/N), how about I do (Y/N)'s hair? I did have 4 sisters," He said as I started to feel a little better, but also a little bit scared. I don't know if Bruno can do hair because he only has an Afro. "Okay, trust me she will be the only one who will have a one of a kind Bruno Mars hairstyle," He said as he got off the phone and gave it back to me. "You are going to do my hair?" I asked.

"Well, yeah! Oh, come on! I used to do my little sister's hair all the time before they knew how to do it. Please, (Y/N)?" Bruno begged me and I know that I won't be able to find another person to do my hair today. "Okay, You can do my hair. But, please please please don't make me look bad," I said as I walked upstairs. "Don't worry Bae, like I said you will be the only one who will have a Bruno Mars hairstyle," he said following me in the bathroom, and all of a sudden my hair products, hair straightener/curler, and hair spray are all layed out on the counter along with some brown hair.

"Really Bru, really?" I said sitting down in front of the mirror. "Aha, aha, aha, face towards me. I want you to be surprised," He said turning me around with my back facing the mirror. "Okay, whatever you say," I said as he put a towel around my neck.

10 Mins Later

"Okay (Y/N), I'm done. But, don't look at it yet until you put on your dress, and I'm doing your makeup," Bruno said bringing to our bedroom. "Wait, my makeup too?! Bruno, I can do my own makeup," I said trying to get out of this. "Nope, I'm doing your makeup and that is final," He said starting on my makeup.

5 Mins Later

"Now, put your dress on," He said turning around putting on his tuxedo. I slip on my (Y/F/C) dress, my earrings, necklace, rings, and bracelets. "Now, can I look?" I said looking at the clock. We had to be there at 5:30 and it's 4:15. "Okay, on three, look in the mirror. 1,2,3, look Bae," He said as I almost passed out. "Bruno, I-I look beautiful. You did my hair better than my own sister, and did my makeup better than me," I said as I kissed his cheek. "Well, what can I say. But, Bae how do you think that I got this afro tamed after you saw it this morning?" He ask and he isn't wrong, his hair was looking like a tangled web.

"Well, thank you for being my hairstylist and makeup artist for today. Now, let's go show the guys what you did do your girlfriend's hair and makeup," I said as we went to the limo. As the night went on, I was always asked in interviews who did my makeup and hair. Let me just say that after the Grammys, Bruno became my personal hairstylist and makeup artist.