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A/n: I'm reposting this chapter because some people were having trouble viewing it. So if you see double chapters that's the reason.

Harry

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Zayn asks for the millionth time.

"Yes, Zayn." I tilt his head. "Now hold still." I poke my tongue out slightly to concentrate. We were currently in my bathtub and I was cutting Zayn's hair. His knees are to his chest but his legs are crossed with his arms around them. His head is tilted forward and I'm sitting on the  back edge of the tub with clippers in my hand.
"Who do you think cut my hair while I was growing up? Cuz my mum sure didn't. And I couldn't go to the barber. "

"Oh god." Zayn gasps.

"What?" I chuckle as a shave another layer.

"No offense, but your haircuts were absolute shit." He says. I gasp.

"Wha.. That is so not true. I had very nice hair cuts. Thank you very much." I say momentarily stop cutting his hair. Zayn scoffs.

"Your cuts were about as straight as Louis." He laughs. I roll my eyes.

"Oh whatever. I've gotten better at it. Years of practice." I smirk. He chuckles.

"Fine but if it's not right, I'm shaving it all off." Zayn says. I shrug.

"Honestly, I think you would look hot with a buzz cut." I say. I don't have to see the front of his face to know that he's blushing. I put the top part of his hair in a bun from one of my hair ties and made sure the line was neat where I cut it.

"Yeah?" He asks. "Maybe I'll get that next." He says. I lean forward and wipe some hair off his cheek before kissing it causing him to giggle.

"Can't wait." I say. We sit in silence for a few minutes with just the buzzing sound of the clippers filling the room.

"What time is it?" He asks. I stop cutting and press the middle button on my phone and it lights up.

"12:53." I say and continue to cut. "I'm almost finished. "

"Ok." He says. I tilt his head a little to get the side of his scalp. I'm supposed to be getting Nola at 2:00. We worked out an arrangement that I would be getting her every two weeks and she'll be with our nan for two weeks. It's been working well so far.

I make a few more cuts and make sure it's all trimmed evenly before I turn off the cutters.
Zayn turns his head a little to look at me over his shoulder.

"Finished?" He ask. I nod.

"Yup." He stands up and there are little particles of cut hair littering his body. He shakes a little and a lot of it comes off but not all.

"Welp I should shower." He says. I laugh.

"You haven't even seen your hair yet." I said packing up the hair cutting kit. Zayn's hair littered my bare legs because I was only wearing grey boxers. "I turned around to get a proper look of the cut. And boy is my boyfriend hot. I bit my lip trying to control the urge to just attack him and do whatever he lets me do to him.

"Oh right." He laughs blushing a bit. I smile at how adorable he is. He goes to the mirror and checks his hair. "Harry!" I bite my lip hoping  that he actually like it.

"What?" I frown. "You don't like it do you?" I ask. He turns to me shaking his head.

"No. The opposite! I love it!" He turns back to the mirror to run his hand through the unshaven part. I can see his face the through the reflection and he looks so happy with it. My heart leaps. I smile knowing I was the one to make him so happy. I want him to always be happy.