for you

Part 79

ruby's pov

He grabbed a chair and sat me down in front of the bathroom mirror. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, nervous in anticipation. 

"Do you know how to do this?"

"Yeah I do, Hazel taught me how to do haircuts. Just trust me, I've done this numerous of times before."

I fiddled with my sweaty fingers. "I just- I don't know" I stuttered. "How do you even remembered this?? I'm pretty sure I told you this around the first few weeks that we met." 

He smirks. "You don't need to tell me twice about it. When you told me that day, by how desperate you were I could already see myself cutting and dyeing your hair. Here we are."

I scoffed. 

"Okay, show me how short you'd like your hair to be."

I looked at myself in the mirror and moved my hand around until I figured a perfect spot. "Here!" It was a few inches below my ear, around the middle level of my neck. 

He nods and wets my hair before slowly trimming it, working his way up. I gulped as he was nearing the area I wanted and when he made his final trims I let out a huge sigh, not even realising I was holding my breath.

"You're so nervous" he chuckles. 

I stared at my new reflection on the mirror, completely ignoring whatever Ethan just said. Never in a million years I imagined myself to look like this, yet here we are. 

"You like it?"

I was still speechless even after seeing the whole process. "I-" I tried to let out the words. 

"I fucking love it" I squealed and ruffled my hair around to be able to actually  feel my new hair. 

"You actually look really nice in short hair" he smiles. 

"And probably even better with the blue dye" he adds and held up the blue bottle. At this point, all of my worries faded away and all I could think of was how excited I am to see myself in my future dream look. 

Ethan followed the instructions on the box and he dyed the bottom half of my hair in an ombré shade. I was really surprised at how skilled he is at this. 

"This is seriously so beautiful" I admired my new hair as I brush in through my fingers. 

"Is it permanent?"

"Semi" he simply replies. I nod in response. 

"But if you want a perm you could just do one at a shop."

"A shop? Why would I do it at a shop when I have a whole ass hair stylist with me" I chuckled. 

He chuckles along. "This is just for you to actually feel what it's like if your dream came true. I know this is not all of it, but it's somewhat it. Anyway, I have one more."

I look at him in confusion. "What else is there?"

"A temporary tattoo" he smiles proudly and takes out a strip of plastic that had a design on it. 

"Wow" I mumbled and took a closer look at it. "Where did you get it?"

"Mark has some connections" he smirks. "I simply told him what design I wanted and he gave a perfect one to me."

The tattoo was, in fact truly perfect. It was a beautiful cursive writing of the word 'for you' and a broken chain wrapped around it. 

"I really like it." 

"Mhm, where do you want me to put it?"

I pondered for a couple seconds then showed him the spot I wanted. It was a bit under my left collarbone, above my boob towards my armpit. He nods and puts the tattoo on for me according to the instructions. 

Soon enough the tattoo was finally on me, and I looked in the mirror and my new and final look. 

It was above and beyond what I have ever dreamed I would look. I couldn't even put it into words, I was too speechless. I turned to Ethan, who was smiling widely and hugged him. 

"Thank you. You made me step out and let loose, I didn't know it would feel this great to not feel completely restricted. This is such a big step for me so seriously, thank you."

"Hey" he says softly as he pulls away. He cups my face and looks straight into my eyes. "You found the best in me when I didn't think it exists, so I'll return the favour. For you." 

From that moment, I realised how deeply in love I am with this guy, how I will never let him go.