Harry loved your hair. He loved your hair the way you loved sugar on your pancakes and dancing during thunderstorms. When you two first started dating you always noticed him watching you do you hair before going out or glancing at it throughout a conversation. After making it official he got me confident with you, you two were comfortable, that when he started to play with it. He would put his arm around your shoulder then lace a strand or two between his fingers. Now it’s been months and your hair is much longer than when you first two met, now down to your waist, it was often in the way or tangled so you wore it up or braided safely out the way. Harry never liked it up but he also didn’t want you to cut any length off.
You two were at a party for one of Harry’s friends, it wasn’t a rager but there were a lot of bodies and loud music. You didn’t feel comfortable in your dress, you didn’t feel comfortable at this party but you stayed by Harry’s side with a smile and a drink in hand. He asked you to join him, said it would only be for a few hours and you would be home soon enough to watch the new episode of The Good Doctor. Harry laughed at a joke catching your attention, you looked up at him with a smile, he lifted his hand from your waist to push his rouge curls back into place before his arm fell over your shoulders his palm resting on the back of your head as his fingers made a gentle massage and scratch to your scalp before falling to around your neck and laced into the strand you let free from the up do. He glanced over at you with a smile with red lips and glazed eyes from the liquor he gave you a small smile with a light tinge of pink as you reached up to fix the back of your hair.
It wasn’t until you got home with the assistance of an Uber that Harry the short interaction, “I like your hair. ” ‘S soft ‘n smells good ‘n like it when it’s messy.”
You paused as you locked the door and took of your shoes, watching him remove the jacket he’d been tugging at all night, “Yeah? Like it messy?”
With the same pink cheeks he smiled, “Like it is when you let me love on you.”
You laughed softly and let him pull you close to him, he leaned a little more of his weight on you then normal, “Is that so?”
He nuzzled into your neck tucking his nose into your hair and nodded, “Mhm, I do.”
It was a week before he did it again. You were up late binge reading the novel your friend let you borrow curled up in bed wearing his favorite t-shirt when he came in. With his first day off he decided to head home and see his mom and sister in Cheshire, after a nap on the flight he was home. Expecting you to be asleep he slowly and quietly opened the door and smiled when he found you awake with soft music playing from your phone the book tucked into your knees and cradled between your hands. He closed the door and walked up to you reaching out and ruffling the back of your hair with the gentle massage again only keeping his hand there as you look up with a sleepy smile, “You’re home. Did you have a nice time? Are you hun-”
Fingers tightening your hair he tugged you head back to kiss your lips interrupting you with a deep kiss. You hummed and closed your eyes kissing back, he pulled away and gave you a gently kiss, fingers massaging your scalp where they lay and you lean into it. “I’m fine baby, it’s late though, you should be asleep,” he said it softly against your cheek while observing the way your eyes fluttered open then closed again as his hand gently combed through your hair to fix the mess he left.
You looked up at him as his hand fell away, “I couldn’t, you weren’t home safe yet. I need to shower though, I lost track of time.”
He smiles, “Let’s go shower. I brought us some new shampoo and conditioner…”
With a grin you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him, “Carry me to the shower and maybe I’ll let you wash my hair tonight.”
It was a bad day next time it happened, Harry found you crying on the couch when he came home. You were sobbing into the tissues you barely dragged from the coffee table before the snot started to run. The second he saw you he was in action, rushing to your side he scooped you up and placed you on his lap with your head on his chest, “Hey, hey, hey baby, what’s going on? It’s okay baby, I’m here.”
You sniffled in the tissue you held to your nose as you cried hiding your wet face into the collar of his shirt. He shushed you with gentle words and hugs rubbing your back and kissing your shoulder slowly calming you down. When you managed to get yourself under control and now just sniffling and shivering with sudden gasps you reach around and caught his hand placing it onto your head holding it there until he got the hint. His fingers slowly found their way through your hair and he carefully gave you a few scratches then running his fingers down your neck passed your shoulders and over your back as he detangled the long hairs. You accidentally whined as his rings snagged a few hairs but also because he stopped massaging.
“Shh shh shh, sorry baby, it’s okay, “he whispered as he managed to tug the clunky rings off of his fingers, impatiently you reached back and caught his hand placing it back to your head.
“More.”
He wanted to kiss you because you were being cute but now wasn’t the time, instead he did just as you wished. Setting the rings on the cushion beside you two he brought his fingers through your hair just to quickly return them and give you a gently scratch and massage. THere was no telling how long it had been by the time you’d fallen asleep against him with your arms tucked up to your chest between you two with the tissue in your fist but he didn’t move and he didn’t stop.
At an interview a month later there were some fan questions, most of them about his album and the other ones about his relationship with you. It was always easy to go around the questions with a vaguely kind answer but this time you sat just outside of the stage watching.
The interviewer picked up the note card with the next question, “Harry, there were a lot of fans with the same question so we decided to go ahead and address it. Lately there have been quite a few photos of you and your lovely out and about.” Harry nodded along. “There was always one thing about these photos that the fans seem to be concerned about. And that would be, why is your lovely’s hair always so messy in the back?” Harry laughs and covers his mouth shyly.
The interviewer continues, “there are a two rumors going around. One, that you two can’t get enough of each other or “sex hair” if you will and second that she must not have a hair brush.”
You blush from the side of the stage as Harry glances at you before returning to the question, self consciously you run your hand over your hair, “Uh...well...it would be my fault, yeah but not like not like that it’s just that I like her hair and I uh play with it and I mess it up and uh...yeah...she doesn’t appreciate it so I’m sure I’ll get a talking to now.
With a shake of your head you pull your hair up into a bun, one that Harry will not like but after this he would be lucky if you didn’t go get a trim.
