Eyebrows

God of eyebrows

I wake up...flawless, of course!

It's a beautiful sunny day in Washington state. I

leave my house , not telling my parents because I'm a total badass, and make my way downtown to my local beauty salon.

They greet me with kindness , one of the stylists even offered me candy...da fuq?

What really caught me off guard was this guy...let's rewind that, this god!

I literally started choking in his presence. I guess he noticed because he came straight toward me

"Are you okay, love?"He asked.

Da fuq Da fuq Da fuq he just called me love...woah.
"Umm..no I'm fine." I responded.

"Yes, yes you are. Well erm...can I help you with anything? Are you here for a haircut? "

Omaigad...he's absolutely hawt! His beautiful green eyes complimented his gorgeously brown locks of hair. And wait...did he just hit on me?!

"Hello...erm...did you hear me?"he asked.

"Oh! Um ...sorry...I ..uhh..I came to do my eyebrows."

"Alright. My specialty! Come this way." He surprises me when he grabs me by my arm. His gentle, soft touch electrifies my body.

He guides me to a small , dim, private room. The only things set in the room are a luxurious chair, and table with all types of machinery.

"Sit down please. Oh...and I never got your name.."

" Estelle , Estelle voné." I interrupt him.

"Nice name, beautiful actually. It suits you." He chuckles. I think I just died and came back to life.
"What's your name? You've been talking all this time and haven't introduced yourself. I would really love to know the guy who will be doing me."

He starts to smirk, but I shrug him off. Obviously he understood what I meant. Hopefully.

"Umm...doing my eyebrows, of course!" I said quickly. I look away from his beautiful green eyes .

"Of course! I'm Harry. Harry Styles, but you can call me...anytime." He winks. Dead. I'm dead.

This is the guy EVERYONE has been talking about. The teenaged guy who works at a beauty salon. He sure is flirtatious. And hawt. ..super hawt. Is he gay?no! He can't...

As he gets the stuff ready to yank out my facial hair...I take a glance at him. ugh! Beautiful!

"Thanks, estelle, but the only beautiful person in this room is you." Harry said.

Did I really say that out loud?! Mom was right ...I do speak my mind. Wait! Am I still speaking...no, no I'm not. Okay good. Aww....he's so cute.

"So ...Harry how old are you?"

"19"

Wow! He's only a year older.

"Stay still...don't make any face expressions...here goes the 1st strip...2nd...3rd....4th. ..5th. ..and at last, but certainly not least...6th."

"Wooh! Can you hand me some tissue. ..I ...I got something in my eye."

Yeah..right. I was actually crying. That frikin hurt. Hurt asf! Maybe I should have told him that it was my 1st time waxing them.oh well!

"Here...you were moving alot , you were acting like if it was your first time..haha."

Haha...He don't need to know.

As I throw the tissues away , one doesn't go in the trash can. Great...There goes 2 years of basketball.
I bend down to get it and when I do...Harry's hand touches mine.

"Don't worry about it...I got it." He takes a long stare at me. Which made this whole situation even more awkward. Never in a billion years would I ever imagine being in a weird, isolated room with a guy ...which is holding my tissue of tears.

"I know we only met, but I feel like I've known you my entire life."

He says, breaking the silence between us. He takes a step closer to me...trapping me in a corner of the room.

I wasn't ready for whatever was going to happen next ...