You stand in the corner of the room. Your hands cover your face, only one little sliver of the sight before you can be seen through your ring and middle finger. Harry sits shirtless in a chair, bent slightly forward as his hands rub his face in distress. A smile plays on his lips as he takes a deep breath. His thick brown curls are pulled back into a tight pony tail, and he glances at you, then turns his head to look at Anne. "What," he smiles as he questions his squealing mother. She says nothing as she continues to jump slightly up and down. You loved Harry's long hair. You used to play with it before bed, and when he was down and you wanted to comfort him. You used to braid his hair, and you always loved when he put it up in a man bun. The scissors inch toward his hair. It goes completely quiet as the blades chomp down and Harry closes his eyes tightly. You can't bare to look. The only Harry you had known was long haired Harry.

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It's been thirty minutes and Harry's finally done. Anne had put a blindfold over your eyes so it would be a surprise. You sit quietly and anxiously on the couch as you await the reveal. The couch sinks slightly as Harry's hand finds your thigh. He squeezes if reassuringly and you feel the blindfold being taken off. You turn your head to the smiling being in front of you.

Harry's POV

Her eyes go wide as she turns to me. A gap leaves her mouth and she grins widely. Her hands come up to my face as she holds my cheeks. "Hi Harry," she smiles. "Hi beauty." Her hands find their way to my hair and she runs her fingers through my new cut before twirling a little piece of hair in the front. She laughs slightly.

"I like your new hair do," she says.

"Thanks, I love you."

"Love you," she smiles "maybe now your hair won't be so greasy anymore."

I gape at her words jokingly as she is in a fit of laughs. She knows I hated when people said my hair was greasy.