"I think I'm ready to cut my hair." Harry turns to Louis with a nervous smirk, moving his greasy locks behind his ear. "But I adore your curls, keep them for me...won't you?" Louis begs with his bubbly yet slightly demanding tone.
"And I adore you but don't you think it's getting quite old, I'm starting to feel like Rapunzel." Harry pouts.
Louis cups Harry's cheeks, turning him to face himself. "She can't compare." Louis smiles, planting a delicate kiss onto his right cheek.
"You kill for me to have magic hair, where's the lie in that." Harry turns to look at the dressing room mirror, scanning his dark brown locks.
His jealously begins to kick in as he folds his arms. "You're prettier than her, I promise." Louis tilts his head slipping out the words he knew Harry craved.
Harry stays quiet, grinning under his breath. "I'd like to hear you say that I look better than Flynn Rider." Louis tests his ego. "Louis Tomlinson you are hotter than Flynn Rider." Harry spits sarcastically.
"Sweet, coming from your lips..."
"I love you." Harry smiles back, leaning in for a kiss with his hands rested on Louis soft inked biceps.
"I loved you first." Louis pulls back, again giving Harry the words he longed for every day. ——— ———
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