Purely Angelic ➳ Larry One Shot

Purely Angelic

[Content warnings: daddy kink, smut]

Purely Angelic

At first, Harry isn't too keen on the idea of growing out his hair.  He likes it the way it is, with his fringe and messy curls.  The fans seem to love it this way, judging by how loud they scream whenever Harry flips his hair to the side or brushes it out of his eyes.  He likes the way it frames his face and covers up his forehead, which occasionally forms a zit every now and then.

But of course, Louis thinks otherwise.

You see, Louis has an unhealthy obsession with Harry's hair— always has.  Ever since X-Factor, he's loved touching it, feeling how soft it is.  Sometimes he does it in inappropriate places, like in interviews or on stage... or during sex.  Harry used to tease Louis's fetish back when they were still teenagers, but now he just accepts it, loves it actually.  He lives and breathes for the feeling of Louis's fingers slipping through his hair.

But eventually, Louis got a bit bored of it.  It just wasn't long enough anymore.  So one evening after having sex, they were cuddling, and Louis was twirling his fingers around Harry's short and tight curls.  He was sliding his fingers through the soft ringlets, humming contently, whispering sweet nothings into his lover's ear.  Harry's face was tucked into Louis's neck, breathing heavily, taking in his comforting scent of cologne.  He was absentmindedly tracing Louis's chest tattoo with his finger.

"You should grow it out," Louis had suggested.

Harry looked up, green eyes wide.  "Really?"

"Yeah, baby," Louis hummed, scratching softly at Harry's scalp.  "It'd be so fucking hot.  Please?"

Of course, Harry is a people pleaser, so he promptly agreed.  At first he didn't like it.  After just three months without a haircut or even a trim, his hair was always falling in his face and making the back of his neck sweaty. He started putting it back in a bandana or hiding it under hats.  He thought it would drive Louis insane and make him want Harry to cut it again. 

But, surprisingly, it only made Louis's obsession stronger.  Harry's hair became almost like private property to him.  Nobody else could touch it or smell it or pull on it— only Louis.

When Harry started pinning his hair back and putting it in buns, Louis completely lost control.  Sometimes while he's fucking Harry senseless into the mattress, he'll just thread his fingers through his locks and yank on it until he comes, but Harry's never protested— in fact, he does the complete opposite.  He loves it when Louis's rough with him, always has been into that sort of thing, so hair pulling quickly becomes his number one favorite kink.

So really, they're both benefiting from this sort of thing.

But one night on stage, during a rather rowdy and excitable concert, a fan in the front row holds up a sign that catches Harry's attention.  It's neon pink and has flashing lights all around it.  He narrows his eyes at it and smiles instantly.

"Harry— braid your hair," he reads aloud into his microphone, chuckling under his breath.  The crowed goes absolutely nuts, screaming at the top of their lungs.  Harry looks around and all of the boys are laughing, except Louis, who's just got the fondest little smile on his lips.

"Sorry, love," Harry tells the fan.  "I don't know how to braid hair, otherwise I would."

"I know how to French braid!" Liam speaks up, and the crowed screams again.

Zayn laughs at that, giving Liam a concerned look.  "When did you learn how to French braid, mate?" he wonders out loud.

Liam shrugs.  "Don't know, to be honest.  I think my sister taught me when I was little."