Harry Styles Imagines

Hair Coloring Gone Wrong (Your P.O.V.)

All you'd wanted was to get slightly redder hair. That's wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Now, staring in the mirror at your orange hair, you regret ever wanting a hair change. You look like the girl on those Wendy's commercials.

Harry was going to tease you for months, probably even once your hair was dyed a different color.

You pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your horrendous hair.

Since your hair was dark brown to begin with, the change wasn't subtle.

The fans. You'd forgotten all about them. Harry's fans would for sure hate you now.

The door of the bathroom creaked open. Harry poked his head in.

"Feeling ok babe?" He gestures at your hood.

"Yes, what did you need?"

He wasn't buying my story. He stepped in and quickly pulled the hood off my head. You scream with embarrassment.

He begins to laugh.

"Love, what happened?" He jokes.

"Your fans are going to hate me."

A confused look crosses his face.

"Because you look like Carrot Top?" He chuckles.

You don't find it amusing. You push past him and head towards the living room.

Before you know it, he has a hold of you by the waist and is carrying you. You know where he is heading.

He opens the sliding glass doors and takes you to the outside balcony.

"Isn't she beautiful!?" He repeatedly shouts at the paparazzi.