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"Tom, please tell me that you're already dressed." Haz leans against the doorframe of the closed bathroom door, knocking against it gently and sighing. "He is or?" "He was when he got in there." I shrug, throwing my purse into my bag. "Tom." Haz again knocks at the door, now a little bit more energetic. "Come on we want to leave." "One minute ok?"
My boyfriend doesn't sound that pleased and Haz rolls his eyes. "What's up with him?" "I don't know." I place my bag on the small bench in the hallway. "Let me..." Gently, I knock against the door. "Tom?" "ONE minute ok?"
"Oh lord." Haz let's his head sink against the fall, slowly starting to hit it over and over. "Didn't he get a proper blowjob this morning or what." "Shut the fuck up Harrison." My elbow hits his side really hard and he whines slightly. "Eh." "Tom?" I try it again, carefully opening the door. "I am coming in ok?"
Before he can answer anything, I slip in the bathroom, immediately closing the door. Whatever it was that made Tom not coming out of the bathroom, Harrison didn't need another reason to mock him. I turn around and see Tom standing in front of the mirror, plucking and tugging his curls, which looked extremely soft today. And they were. I ran my fingers through them today more than once. A thing I couldn't resist.
"What are you doing?" He turns around to me, sighing. "My hair." "What about it?" Eyeballing him, I get a little closer. "It's my hair." "Yeah but it doesn't want to stay the way I want." Tom sighs again, running his fingers through his hair, which makes it even more messy. "Look I..." "Eh." I catch both of his hands, pulling them down to me. "I love your hair." "It looks like a bird's nest today." "It does. A little." "Eh." Tom pushes his bottom lip a little bit forward, pouting at me. A little bit he now reminds me of Tessa, begging me for food. "Little bit." I peck a small kiss on his lips. "Should I fix it?" "Can you?" "I try." I grab the small container with the hair wax in it, putting a little bit on my hands. "Ok, stay still."
"Yes ma'am." Tom leans a little bit to me, so I can reach into his hair. Slowly, I comb my fingers through his hair, pulling it back a little. I love his hair in this natural state, when it's so curly and at the same time soft as hell. To be fair, he can wear his hair however he wants, it always looks good on him. Except the one time he went to cut it and then it got cut too short and maybe I cried about the loss of his hair, because I've been on my period and very emotional. Maybe I did. And maybe Tom still mocks me about this.
"Ok." I take a step back and Tom looks at me, turning his head a little. "Yes, I think this looks really good." "Sure?" He strikes another, small pose, which highlights his sharp jawline even more and I feel the urge to press a small kiss on it. Or two. "Yepp." I nod. "Looks pretty nice."
Tom smirks. "I see something different looking pretty nice." His hands fondly grasp around my waist, pulling me a little closer. "Better said: really, really beautiful."
