Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He does your hair

"Ugh I hate my hair" you groaned as you brushed through the tangled knots.

"Why? I love your hair" Harry commented.

You smiled.

"I love your hair" you replied.

He chuckled.

"C'mere baby" he said, gesturing for to come join him on the bed.

You happily obeyed and ran over to him.

You ended up falling face first on the bed.

"Silly girl" Harry laughed, shaking his head.

He pulled you in front of him and took the brush from your hand.

He softly brushed your hair and kissed your neck.

"What style do you want?" He asked.

You turned around to look at him and started smiling widely once you saw how his hair was done.

"I want one of your professional buns."

He laughed loudly.

"Okay baby" he nodded.

He brushed your hair so softly, afraid of hurting you which only made you smile.

Once he was done, you ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

"Oh my god Harry. This is the best bun ever" you complimented. "How did you do this?".

"Lots and lots of practice" he laughed. "I have to figure out how to tame my wild hair somehow."