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Imagine being Henry's hairstylist and running your fingers through his beautiful hair and he loves how it feels. You both would find any excuse to touch his hair or just be near each other really.
Title: Henry’s personal stylist
Summary: Henry needs you to style his hair for his big date, he’s been trying to flirt with you for months now, guess he has to step up his game.
Pairing: Henry x reader
Warnings: None but fluff
Henry opens the door to the makeup trailer. Looking around, he sees you sorting through the products on the counter. He steps inside, closing the door behind him.
"Do you think you could do my hair before you go?" Henry’s deep voice startles you, a hitched gasp squeaking past your lips. Your hand knocks over several bottles, the loud clattering of plastic hitting the floor second to thumping of your heart in your chest.
If you could drown in embarrassment, you would gladly let the undercurrent take you away from this moment.
You drop to your knees, babbling apologies, why are you apologizing a small rational you part of whispers, drowned out by the more insistent voices telling you to keep rambling
Scooping a stray bottle from under the chair, a hand, large warm hand settles on your back. He's behind you, looking out of the corner of your eye, his face is next to yours, his chin just above your shoulder. You can feel the heat of him on your face, if you get any hotter you may melt. His other arm reaches past you grabbing the last hairspray, the bottle rocking back and forth.
He turns his head, those deep blue eyes landing on you, close enough to see that fleck of brown in the left eye, close enough that every thought flies out of your head. He takes the other bottles from you, placing them on the counter before helping you up.
"I have a date," he remarks when your both standing. Your stomach drops, you drop your eyes, hoping your disappointment isn’t too obvious. What were you thinking, you chastise yourself, going over every moment in your head.
How he would jokingly grab your wrists moving them back and forth when you were trying to comb his curly locks, making you have to start over. How he would pilfer snacks from the craft table and pop sweets into your mouth as you applied the gel into his hair after your stomach rumbled one day.
The way his eyes would soften when you would say that you were done and he would find some excuse to keep you around just a bit longer until he had to go to set.
Perhaps it was all in your head, maybe he was this way with everyone. Taking a breath, you smile and motion for him to sit in one of the chairs in front of the mirror.
“At least I hope I have date”, he continues, a bright smile on his gorgeous lips. “Can I tell you about her?”.
No. No you can not.
“Of course”, you reply, finding your comb.
He looks at your reflection in the mirror. “She hasn’t said yes yet”, he begins.
She will. You want to laugh at that thought.
“I wasn’t sure how to approach her”.
Just walk up and say hi I’m Henry and catch her before she passes out.
You hum, not knowing what to say, combing back his soft hair. You reach over for a bottle of hairspray.
“It can be a little awkward when you work together”.
You nod, mind racing as you think of all the women on set.
“I mean I’ve been flirting with her for almost three months and so far nothing”, he tilts his head, his eyes following you.
Well she’s must be an idiot.
“I don't think I can get away with stealing food for her much longer”.
She gets food too, that lucky bi- wait-
You finally look at him, your brows furrowing at his growing smirk. “I’m trying to be as obvious as I can but I guess I wasn’t doing a good enough job”.
You nervously giggle when he takes the comb from your hand, tugging you around to the front of the chair. He takes your hands in his, pulling you close to him. “Will you go out with me?”.
Yes
He stares hopefully at you, his smile sliding off his face. After a few seconds realize you answered him in your head, blurting out a yes. His head drops back, “You had me worried for a second”.
That night, he takes you on the perfect date, you find out he’s been talking to your friends in makeup and costume design to discover what you like. And when he walks you home, he asks you if he can kiss you goodnight.
And you let him.
Your hands in his soft locks, his lips over yours as he presses you into your door. A soft passionate kiss that leaves you craving more. When he finally pulls away, you can tell he craves more too.
“See you tomorrow”, he whispers against your lips, kissing you once more, he waits for you to go inside. Watching from your window, you see the wind rustling his soft locks as he dances his way to his car.
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