Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

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"Love? Where are yeh?" Harry's voice calls out for the second time after he's shuts the front door of your flat, boots clicking along the wood floors as he makes his way to your shared room.

You don't respond, cuddling deeper under the covers and making sure your hold on them is tight for when he is able to find you and your poorly chosen hiding spot.

When he hadn't gotten a response from you after texting several times, pleading to send a photo of your recent endeavor-he had the slightest feeling that it hadn't gone how you wanted it too.

"Think m'gonna get a haircut today," you had mumbled over tea that morning, scrolling through your phone as he poured you another cup.

He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, "S'tha' so?"

"Yeah, s'been a while and it's all dead on the bottom. A little trim would be nice," you had affirmed, putting your phone down and observing the ends of your hair as you lift it up between your fingers.

He had taken a hearty bite of his toast before crossing the counter and taking a seat next to you, "Well I'd love t'come with, kitten but 've got meetings all day.."

"S'okay, I'll send you photos, " you had waved off, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before showing him the length you were thinking of with an example photo on your phone that you'd found.

And the last he had heard from you was when you had texted saying you were waiting at the salon.

He comes to a scuffling stop in front of the door and pushes it open with a gentle creak, peering his head around the corner and narrowing his eyes when he spots your familiar shape under the covers.

"Sweetheart?" He pushes, walking into the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

His hands wander towards the edge of the covers, curiously fisting the fabric in his hands before giving it a gentle tug and your squeal is muffled but strong underneath them, "No! Harry, don't!"

He scoffs, giving it another tug but you don't budge on your hold and he sighs before letting go.

"S'wrong, love? Yeh wanna play hide n'seek?" He jokes, while gripping your leg from on top of the covers, giving it a warm squeeze

When you don't respond with a reprimand or a indignant "Harry, don't be a twat!"- he knows you're really feeling down.

"Gonna live under the covers from now on? How m'I supposed t'love on m'girl if she never comes out?" He tries again, voice soothing and gentle as he leans closer to your outline.

"That's kind of the point, Harry. Trust me you're not going to want to love on me when you see... it.. " you grumble back, squirming away from him on the bed.

He rubs your leg up and down gently, "Hey, what've I told yeh about talking like tha', hmm? M'always gonna love yeh. C'mon, promise yeh it's not as bad as yeh think, sweet girl."

"Harry it looks terrible.. I just-" you grapple, voice exhausted and wavering.

"Remember when I cut m'hair? Didn't leave the house fo' three days. Yeh got m'to get used to it. Now come out and let me see yeh, love. I missed yeh today, " he pleads in a warm voice, adding the last part knowing that you wouldn't be able to ignore that.

"Okay just... it's different, Harry." You whimper after a moment before gently pulling the covers away. You sit up in the bed and your gaze is focused on your lap as you do.

Harry smirks a bit when he sees that you're wearing one of his oversized gray hoodies, the hood squashed onto your head. You look snuggly and he wants nothing more than to bury his face into your neck for a good proper cuddle.

"C'mere, lemme see," he whispers, reaching for you.

You shuffle towards him reluctantly and he opens his arms, helping you settle onto his lap. He's biting his lip and trying not to pay attention to the fact that you won't meet his eyes still.

"Alright, let's see what yeh got under this.." He mumbles, hand coming to the top of your head and lowering the hood from it.

You let your gaze wander up from his chin and follow his eyes as they trace the flow of your newly chopped locks.

He lets his hand trace your hair from the crown of your head and down, fingers curling around the ends. He's fascinated by how soft it feels between his fingers, scratching your scalp as he traces the path again and again. It feels the same as it did this morning, a little lighter in his hand but still the same. It's shorter, yes, but not short enough for him to not be able to bury his face into in the middle of the night, and in turn he gets to see more of your beautiful face. It's the first time since you two have known each other, in all these years, that he's seen you with hair that falls above your breasts. It's laying now just underneath your collarbone and he thinks it's a good 5-6 inches gone from this morning.

"It's so short. Too short. I look so bad," you whimper, bringing his focus to your face again. His beam falters into a frown when he notices your eyes are red rimmed and your lips are pressed together in a tight line.

"Hey! Nuff o' tha'. S'lovely. You look beautiful, my love," he says firmly, puling you closer and kissing the top of your head, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo.

"I told her not to cut it too short but she did... I should've just left my hair how it was," you mumble, hiding your face into the crook of his neck and clutching to the fabric of his shirt.

"Baby.. you look adorable. Kno' yeh aren't used to having short hair but it looks good, I promise yeh. S'gonna take some time getting used to it, s'all, " he affirms, turning his face and nuzzling against your temple as he holds you against him with a strong arm around your waist. The other is still scratching at your scalp in gentle strokes.

"You have to say that. You're my boyfriend." You counter stubbornly into his shirt.

"Do not. Yeh kno' I don't lie, pet. And if it's really worrying yeh, it'll grow back before yeh know it." He tuts at you, offended that you think he would say stuff like that without a second thought.

You huff into his shoulder but pull away after a moment and he smiles at you when he can see your face. Your hair is fluffy and messed up slightly after being buried into his neck but he thinks you look more beautiful than ever.

"There's m'girl. C'mere, pet." He mumbles, lifting his hands up to cup your cheeks and brush your hair back.

He gazes into your eyes and they've gone softer than before, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to your nose, grinning when it scrunches up.

"Stop looking at me like that," you mumble halfheartedly, leaning your forehead against his.

"Can't help it..yeh look beautiful, my love. Don't ever think otherwise. Remember what yeh told me when I got m'hair cut? S'just hair. " He mumbles, butting his forehead against yours.

"Yeah. Just hair. D'you like it though?" You ask gently, peering up at him with curious eyes.

He smiles, releasing your face from his hands and tangling his fingers through your locks as he tugs you closer, "Love it. Think yeh pull off shorter hair better than I do anyway. Looks quite sexy..."

You giggle at that, a gentle sweet giggle that's music to his ears and he's glad to see you smiling again, leaning forward to capture your lips with his.

You tread your fingers through his short locks, tugging him closer and sighing at the calm that the sweet, soothing boy of yours has managed to conjure within minutes.