Harry Styles Preferences

#1 He Cuts His Hair

Harry comes into the door and you sit with your phone in hand. You look up to see his hair tucked into a fedora. "You did it?" You asks and he nods removing his hat. He resembled the Harry you met in twenty thirteen. His curls still sprouting. "You look like a midnight memory." You joked ans he rolls your eyes. "I might grow it back." He says, half jokingly. "Well you broke so many one directioner's hearts." You state and he rolls his eyes as he kisses you. You put your hands through his short hair. "I'll live with not yanking that long locks. "Yeah but some little girl will have it." He smiles, "The amount of love that hair has gotten." He whispers running his hands across your waist.

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In loving memory of Harry's Hair. Who else is dying. It's for a good cause but damn will I miss it. This is also posted in book II.