Day by Day

Scissors and Sauce

Harry is in the kitchen slicing onions for the sauce as he talks how excited he is for the new tour. I sit on the chair behind the breakfast counter as he talks. Not really paying attention to what he is saying but just staring at him. He's wearing black jeans and socks with that oversized knitted sweater I love on him. Each of his hands holds a ring on the middle finger and he wears his tiny cross necklace and his hair is pushed back like always. His hands move slowly with the knife into the cutting board, ripping the onions apart. He starts to smile looking down at the cutting board. I go back to his hair and I notice it is quite long.

"You need a haircut", I interrupt him out of nowhere. It was more of a thought said out loud.

"You weren't paying attention to me, were you?"

"Yeah you were talking about the tour and you're excited and all that." He stares at me and raises a single eyebrow. He walks over the pan to throw the onions in there. He turns around and looks at me.

"So, I need a haircut?" He turns around to face me and rests his waist against the counter while he crosses his arms on his chest and one leg over the other, still standing.

"Yeah, I love your hair but it's getting quite tall and everywhere." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Well, I'll have to meet up with Lou so she can cut it." I start to think it may be kind of funny to cut his hair.

"I can cut your hair", I blur out without thinking.

"What? You wanna cut my hair?", he says with a laugh in between. "Yeah" I reply smiling.

"Not happening." He says uncrossing his legs and arms and turning to watch the sauce.

"Oh Harry come on! It could be really fun and I won't mess your hair come on!" I start to whine like a child against the counter and he laughs. "Please! Come on, I won't let it look bad. Besides, I've seen Lou cut your hair countless times, I think I can handle it. Please." I stare at him with puppy eyes. He keeps quietly laughing and gives me a look that lets me know he is thinking about it.

"It would be very fun. Why don't you trust me with this? It's just a haircut. And you know it will be fun. Come on!"

He looks at me again and says, "okay but if I look bad you will pay."

"Yes! Thank you! Come on lets go!" I stand from my chair and walk around the counter to meet him in the middle of the kitchen. I take his hand and pull it so he walks behind me.

"Hold it", he says and stops walking, "you don't have hair scissors, special scissors."

"I have normal scissors and those will do", I smile at him and he laughs. I grab the scissors from the desk drawer and head to the bathroom. He sits on the bathtub and I put a towel around his neck. "Are you ready?"

"Baby, before you start I just wanted to say that if you pull this off, you will cut my hair forever. And if you don't, I'll master some sort of payback. Okay?" He says smiling at me like a kid.

"I won't mess it up, but deal", I say and kiss his nose. He grabs the neckline of my shirt and pulls me down for another kiss. A long kiss. "If you kiss me again we won't start the haircut by any means", I tell him. "Well I don't want to distract my hairdresser", he smirks.

"Okay lets begin."

I take the brush and brush his hair back. He closes his eyes and smiles without showing his teeth. "Wait. Stand up. I'm gonna wash your hair first."

"That's new, okay." He stands up and walks to the sink. I bring a chair from the room and he sits down. I take his shampoo with that particular Harry smell and start scrubbing his scalp. He hums in satisfaction and closes his eyes. "You okay?"

"Babe I will have to ask you to do this everyday please", I laugh and kiss his forehead quickly. I rinse his hair and he is ready. "Okay up and go sit on the edge of the tub." Harry stands up and wiggles his head and splashes me all over. "Stop!" He laughs and grabs me with his both arms around my waist. "You just got me all wet, I was gonna use this shirt to sleep." I hit him playfully in the arm. "You don't need a shirt to sleep", he whispers and kisses me again.

"Stop or you'll never get your hair cut." I say in his mouth while he tries to kiss me. He lets go of me and sits on the edge of the tub. "Stay still", he pretends to be stiff and not move. I start to cut his long strands of hair. Harry is with his eyes closed and his hands are touching the back of my thighs. His hands start to move up and I stop cutting.

"Hey pal if you want me to finish your hair, you better not move your hands from where they are", I warn him and he laughs. He raises his hands like if a policeman is interrogating him and he can't help but laugh. I love his smile and specially his laugh. I continue the cutting and Harry starts to sing old songs in a funny way until I'm finished. I did a good job, he looks really hot.

"Finished. Now, moment of truth. Check yourself out." He stands from the tub and heads to the mirror. He moves his head to one side then the other and then he stares at himself in the mirror. His hands go through the hair and he lightly pulls it. Then he turns around to me. "Good job my little hairdresser you are hired!"

I roll my eyes at him but can't help my smile. He hugs me from behind, putting his chin on my shoulder. "Thank you, I look decent", he says as he kisses the curve of my shoulder. "You're welcome" I look to the side and kiss his cheek.

"Don't you look more handsome now?", I say as I turn around to put my arms around his neck. "You think I look better?"

"Harry you always look good, no matter the length of your hair. But it was a necessary haircut." We both smile and I notice him looking at the floor.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"How are we going to pick up the hair that fell inside the tub?", I look at the tub and can't help but laugh. "We'll figure that out later" I smile and kiss him. When I face him, I notice his eyes are wide and worried.

"I left the stove on."

"What?!" I say still not processing what Harry said. "Harry you left the stove on?!" I say letting him go and rushing to the kitchen. There's sauce all over the floor and some left boiling on the pan. I look at Harry and his face is pure horror and suddenly he throws his head back and starts to laugh. His laugh is contagious and a second later we are both laughing. I approach the handle and turn the stove off. I try to skip the sauce on the floor and lose my balance. I fall to the floor and sit on the sauce and my laugh is uncontrollable even though I'm burning from the boiling sauce.

Harry seems worried and tries to help me up and as I take his hand, I pull him to the floor and he lands next to me on the sauce. We're both laughing and I notice his hair is covered in sauce. I take his head between my hands and say laughing.

"There goes your new haircut", and kiss him as we fall back to the floor, me on top of him.

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