Do You Even Dye?

"Mikey I don't think this is a good idea..." Calum sputtered awkwardly, glancing around at the supplies littering the bathroom floor of their London house.

Mikey blinked up from his position on said floor, his dye mixing skills slowing down to a stop, "Don't you want it done? You've been asking for weeks..." He was starting to sound unsure of himself. Michael didn't want to be the one to push anyone into doing anything too drastic, especially not Calum. They had been friends way too long for that. Michael returned to mixing the dye so it wouldn't fall flat while he waited for Calum's answer.

Calum coughed awkwardly, rubbing a hand through his still black and undyed hair. What if Mikey screwed it up? He knew Mikey dyed his hair often and he rarely ever messed up but that was Mikey and that was Mikey's head. This was his head of hair. His beautiful, fluffy head of hair and the boys thought it would be a great idea to put some blonde streaks through it? What if it looked stupid?? What if the fans didn't like it?

Michael glanced up at his friend after a few minutes of silence, raising an eyebrow at the troubled look on the boys face. Maybe the boys had pushed too hard and Calum didn't really want this. Mikey was about to speak up and tell Calum he didn't have to do this but Cal beat him to it, sighing heavily.

Calum's next words came out like word vomit, too fast and totally wrong. "Yeah but maybe I should get it professionally done..."

Michael immediately looked extremely offended. "Really mate. I think I'm pretty much a pro at this by now." He said in annoyance, harshly placing the little pot with the dye on the ground beside him. "Sit your ass down. I'm doing it and it's going to look fucking punk rock as shit." Calum sighed once again before sitting indian style in front of his friend. Michael got on his knees in front of Cal and started running a hand through his friends hair, planning exactly where he wanted the streaks.

Out of all the times he's dyed hair Calum thinks this would be the head he messes up on? It wasn't even that complicated! Just a few simple blonde streaks to offset the black. He should mess up just to mess with Calum...

No he wouldn't do that. He wasn't that cruel. He was put off by how nervous Calum seemed though. If he didn't want to do it he'd have to actually speak up about that soon. Preferably before Mikey put the dye in his hair.

Michael reached for the pot of dye beside him but froze when Calum stiffened. There he goes again. He's way too iffy about this. Mikey was seriously considering just calling it off at this point. "Cal...You don't have to do this if you really don't want to." He wasn't about to push his best friend into something he wasn't comfortable with.

The tension visibly eased from his shoulders as he took a few calming breaths. "No. No I'm good. I want to do it."

"Are you sure? Cause-"

"Just dye my hair shit head." Calum laughed, poking Mikey in the side and making him squirm.

~ 45 minutes later ~

"Alright. Here we go." Michael had his hands on the tin foil covering bits of Calum's hair. It was ready to come off. "You ready?"

Calum nodded eagerly. Calum and Mikey had waited in the bathroom while the dye was settling. Cal was sitting on the edge of the bath now, waiting for Mikey to wash his hair and style it. As he had waited for the dye to set, he had gotten more and more excited and happy about his decision.

Michael carefully unwrapped the tin foil, setting it to the side, before running warm water over Cal's head. He rinsed the dye out then moved Calum to sit on the toilet so he could dry and cut it a little. Calum was shaking in excitement, constantly fidgeting as Mikey blow-dried his hair.