Hairy Stylez | l.s

2.8

Louis felt a bit awkward alone. Niall had volunteered to come along, but Louis declined. He said it was because this was a situation he needed to face on his own, which was true, but the real reason is because he's scared.

Niall's words have been haunting Louis since they were spoken. What if Harry does say no? And if Niall were there? Louis would for sure get laughed at, that laughter accompanied by an unmerciful 'I told you so'.

Slowly, he approaches the dreaded black chair.

"Hey." Harry's honey-sweet voice sends many emotion through Louis. Comfort, happiness, anxiety, terror.

"Hey."

"So you want your hair darkened, yes?"

"Yeah. The pink is starting to grow on me."

"It does look rather nice on you.

Louis smiles. "Thank you."

A conversation's started. This is good. it's too bad there's so much tension in the air. That will hopefully go away soon. Louis can barely stand it, and he wonders if Harry's feeling its suffocating presence as well.

The small talk keeps up as Harry re-dyes Louis' hair.

It then gets a bit quiet. There's an elephant in the room and it's bigger than Kanye West's ego, which is pretty damn big.

"Louis."

"Harry."

"I really really like you."

"I really really like you too."

"But I'm going to have to decline your offer. I would say it's because a furthered relationship between us would be unprofessional, but I'm not worried about that. I just don't think you're ready for any actual commitment. I'm sorry."

Louis' lips form a soft smile. "That's alright. I understand. Goodbye, Harry."

Louis walk away from him and approaches Luke. He silently pays him walks out the door without looking back.