Day by Day

Haircut

I get home and go upstairs where Harry is getting his hair cut. Last text he sent me was saying Lou couldn't make it so she sent someone and I'm dying to know who the hell has their hands on Harry's hair.

I hear voices coming out of the bathroom. It's a girl. I take a small peek and see Harry sitting on the chair in front of the mirror. The woman wearing tight clothes but still looking classy, unfortunately. Her hair looks good, she's attractive and well dressed and I don't like it.

"Your hair is incredibly soft! I love it!" She says as she gets closer to Harry's face, leaning down to his profile. He smiles politely. "Thanks."

"So Lou told me exactly how to cut your hair but it's way to nice and soft to cut it. You should keep it like this, you look way better!"

She's flirting. I stay hidden behind the wall, listening to her lame ways to pick up Harry.

"Oh thanks, but the cut is necessary."

"Nonsense! Are you sure?" Her fingers tangle in Harry's hair.

I have no idea who this woman is but I'm going to kill Louise. This woman has her gross hands on my boyfriend's hair.

"I'm sure, just a small cut. Don't cut too much please."

"Okay handsome, you make the rules."

"You know what? On second thought I'll wait for Lou. She comes tomorrow so she can come then. It's okay." He's so uncomfortable, I can tell.

"No no, don't worry. I'll do a great job, honey. Don't worry, just sit back and relax. It'll be over soon." She winks at Harry and nudges her boobs discretely over Harry's back.

The nerve! She has to go.

My cue to go in.

"Hey babe. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in traffic." I kiss his cheek and then his lips. "Where's Lou?" I ask Harry.

"She's still out of town, comes in tomorrow. And you are?" The woman eyes my body up and down, analyzing me. She asks me who I am, as if me kissing Harry isn't enough proof.

"His girlfriend. You are?"

"Jess, Lou's friend and sometimes assistant. Harry and I have met before you know."

"Oh have you met before? Interesting. You're cutting his hair?"

Harry looks up at me from the chair, smiling and knowing what I'm doing. I rest my body against the counter of the bathroom and the woman stands in front of me. This is my turf, bitch.

"I am, I know exactly how he likes it." She gives me a smirk and touches his hair. Harry's head falls back almost touching her stomach and they look at each other. My stomach flips with annoyance.

"Do you really know how to cut his hair? Careful, he's very picky and likes it a certain way, that's why only Lou cuts it."

"She taught me how to cut it. I know exactly how he likes it." She winks at me, putting a double sense to her words.

"Do you? That's great, too bad you don't get to do it to him everyday." I smile back at her, definitely giving a double sense to my words and Harry smiles. "Or as often as Lou does, anyway." I shrug my shoulders.

Her smile is totally fake, completely annoyed by me. And I'm annoyed by her.

"Okay so lets begin."

"Hold it", I say holding my hand up, " After you're done, please change the sheets of the bed. They're dirty." I smirk at Harry and he smiles back, knowing exactly what I'm doing. I lean down and kiss him in front of her until we're out of breath. I come closer to his ear and whisper, "don't forget about the sheets, we need them clean for tonight."

Harry smiles even widder and shakes his head from side to side, amused by the situation. I peck his lips quickly, give Jen or whatever her name is a polite and fake smile as I walk out of the bathroom. Her expression was very funny.

I get downstairs and start cooking dinner.

***

I hear the front door close twenty minutes later. I hope that woman just left.

I keep turning the meat on the pan as Harry comes in the kitchen. He rests his weight on the doorframe and smirks at me.

"What?"

"You were jealous of Jess." His arms cross in front of his chest and his smile grows to the side.

"What?! You're crazy. Reading too much into it."

"Really? Reading too much into it? I saw what you were doing."

"And what was that?" I look away and turn to wash some lettuce for a small salad.

"Marking your territory, letting her know I'm not available for her."

"Well you're not available for her."

I hear his steps come closer as he steps behind me, taking the lettuce off my hands and closing the faucet. He spins me around, the smirk still on his face.

"Not available for her or any other woman for that matter. You're mine."

He laughs softly as he cups my cheek. "Only yours. But somehow I'm glad you were jealous."

"I was not jealous! I'm not a jealous girlfriend, I deal with girls sniffing you all the time!"

"Of course you were jealous! You would've killed her if I wasn't in the bathroom!" He hugs me and corners me against the counter.

"I was not jealous, she just bothered me a lot! Touching your hair, the big boobs on you, the 'okay handsome' she said", I imitate her voice, "ugh."

He kisses my forehead. "You were jealous, but that's okay, it was very fun and sexy to watch you all over me just to prove that I'm taken."

"Shut up. Move, I need to finish dinner." My face is serious but Harry is smiling like an idiot, still amused.

"Nope." He hugs me tighter. "Don't worry, I get jealous too." He kisses my ear and walks over to the fridge, taking out some water.

"You do?"

"Of course I do. I really like my friends and I know they don't mean any harm but when you talk to them I can't help but feel a little sting of jealousy." He sits on a stool over the counter.

I walk to where he is and stand next to him. "Well don't worry. There could be ten thousand guys behind me but I'll always love and want only you."

"Likewise." He smiles and kisses me. "By the way, did I have to change the sheets or did you just say that to piss her off?"

I laugh really hard and so does he. "So you didn't change them?"

"Nope."

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