"I swear to god, if this goes wrong..." I warned as I waited to wash the dye off. We'd been sat there for ages with the dye in our hair and apparently we were going to be matching.
"It'll look nice, I promise," he smirked, "okay, we can wash it off now."
He turned on the shower and pushed my head back so he could get the dye off with the shower head. I watched as the water ran a purple-lilac colour and kept watching until the water ran clear and Michael proceeded to wash his own hair, which took a significantly shorter time than mine did. I blow dried my hair, and then put it up in a towel before I could look at it.
Michael was towel drying his hair and it was fluffy and lilac, and looked surprisingly good.
"You look good," I said, combing his hair with my fingers.
"Your turn," he said, and I gingerly reached for the towel on my head but he yanked it off, sticking his tongue out at me. My loose curly hair was now a subtle shade of lilac, "wow." He said, his eyes wide.
"I like it," I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror. Somehow it made me look a lot more confident as Michael wrapped one arm round my waist from behind and combed my hair with the other.
"You look amazing," he praised, kissing my neck. He got his phone out to take a selfie of us so we both stuck our tongues out, looking stupid with both of us with matching hair and matching photo-faces. He took it and then took another one, but at the last minute kissing my cheek, his body close against mine from behind me.
Michael pulled me out of the bathroom and back to my room, where he sat on the bed and pulled me between his legs so he could play with my hair. He put his phone in front of my face and I smiled at him because he'd set the photo of him kissing my cheek as his lock screen.
"You're so lame," I giggled.
"It was better than having my lock screen as pizza," he chuckled.
"Your lock screen was pizza. Really, Clifford?" I joked.
"I set my lock screens as things I love, okay?" he said with a smile.
"Aw," I giggled, "you've gone soft all of a sudden."
"Shut up," he whined.
"We need to take some on my phone now," I smiled, getting my phone out and putting it on camera. We both stuck our tongues out, then he kissed me, then I kissed him, then we both kissed and I took a photo of it, giggling. He grabbed the phone from me and took a photo of us while we were both laughing and it was perfect.
"You're cute," he smirked, poking my dimple on my cheek.
"Jeez you go from 'I'm going to fuck your fucking brains out' to 'you're cute' very quickly," I teased.
"Which do you like better?" he said, biting his lip. I shrugged.
"I just like Michael," I giggled, kissing his lips quickly. He continued to play on his phone for a while, typing away, until he held up his twitter and handed his phone to me.
I looked at the photo he'd uploaded of him kissing my cheek with our matching hair and the caption 'mAtChInG hAiRrRr <3' and I giggled at that.
I decided to upload the photo of both of us laughing, with the caption 'hair twins! <3' and it made Michael smile and kiss my neck again.
"I love you," he mumbled against my shoulder, still hugging me round my waist from behind.
"I love you Michael," I sung with a smile.
"I love you Hanna-Rose," he chuckled, mimicking my voice.
"You know when we were at Louis' party that time," I said, turning my head so I could look at him better to see him nod, "why didn't you let him call me Hanna-Rose?"
"Because you hate it," he smirked, "I knew you wouldn't tell him otherwise, but besides I like that I'm the only one who calls you that."
"I like when you call me that," I blurted.
"I thought you hated it," he chuckled.
"I like it if it's you," I giggled and he 'aw'ed me before leaving a short little kiss on my nose.
A/N : HEY! So this is as far as I've written so if the updates are less often, I'm sorry but it's because I haven't actually written anything for the future chapters yet but OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I HAVE PLANNED AHAHAH :)
ily all so much thanks for reading ♥
