Zayn: With his tongue between his teeth your boyfriend lifted the scissors to the section of your hair that he was about to cut. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” His eyes met yours in the mirror. “Yes, Zayn, I’m sure. Now, please, cut it.” He sighed and squinted his eyes, snipping at your hair suddenly. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He shook his head at your teasing tone, and finished cutting the rest of your hair. “Not bad, Malik.” You ran your fingers through it, checking it out in the mirror to find that it looked rather good.
Liam: He’d had his fair share of haircuts through the years, the swoopy styles, the quiff, a buzz cut, and more. He just never expected that one day he would be cutting his girlfriend’s hair. “I’m apologizing in advance if I screw this up.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You smiled up at him, “I’ve got faith in you, Liam. It can’t be worse than when Louis shaved your head last month.” And you were right it definitely was better than his unevenly shaved head. “You did fine, Liam. I just can’t go out in public with you until it grows out a little.”
Harry: When you were six and he was almost seven, you were in the same class in school. One day in art, the teacher turned her back for one second and the little Harry Styles with his big eyes had spotted a pair of scissors. Before you could protest or scream, he’d grabbed the scissors and a chunk of your hair, slicing it straight off. As you watched your hair flutter to the floor, the teacher turned back to the two of you, her jaw dropped in horror, and you burst into tears.
Niall: "I can’t believe this happened. Why didn’t she do it to you?" You complained as you walked to the bathroom with Niall right behind you, your three year old daughter held in his arms. "It’s not like she meant it, Y/N. And your hair was in her face, of course she was going to grab at it." He sat her down on the floor while you sat on her toilet bowl and he retrieved some scissors from the cabinet. The chunk of your hair was melded with the gum so he cut it out, leaving it jagged. "But you’re the one that gave her chewing gum, Niall." He sighed, unable to argue that point.
Louis: "Baby. Y/N." Louis’ voice was too joyful for that early in the morning as he whispered in your ear. "Wake up!" He kept hissing, but it was only when you felt a sharp tug on your hair that you woke up. "Lou, leave me alone." You swatted at him and heard his giggle which alerted you to something being off. You opened your eyes and looked over at him, "Why are you laughing?" He grinned and held up a handheld mirror, showing you that your hair was now several inches shorter. "What did you do that for?" You took the mirror and held it closer so that you could examine the new haircut. "You’re just lucky that it doesn’t look like shit otherwise I’d be breaking up with you, buttface." You swatted at him with the mirror, but he continued to laugh and he kissed you good morning.
