Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Long Hair Photoshoot

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I

Hе wаѕn’t gоіng tо bе аblе tо kеер his hands off mе. I styled mу hair іntо two long рlаіtѕ to gеt thе schoolgirl lооk аnd fіnіѕhеd рullіng оn thе knee ѕосkѕ, lаughіng аt my rеflесtіоn.

“I know a guy.” “Are you sure about this?” the stylist, a guy named Marco with purple hair and super sharp eyeliner, asked for the third time. “Once I cut it, it’s gone.” I looked at myself in the mirror. At my long, boring hair that I’d been hiding behind for years. “I’m sure,” I said. Marc smiled. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I watched in the mirror as he gathered a section of my hair and sliced through it with scissors that looked like they cost more than my rent. The long strands fell to the floor, and I felt my stomach fall along with it.

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

Ima was supervising the outdoor kitchen, Igho was with her. Even when we hired caterers... The stylists were going to stay overnight to fix herself and mum. The men were busy slaughtering and butchering meat. "Madam which style would you like?" The stylist asked as soon as I sat down. I asked for a long human hair weave on, at least I could straighten or curl it into any bridal style of my choice.

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

High neckline and long tight sleeves, open shoulders and a big drop-shaped opening on the back, from below my shoulder blades down to the small of my back. “I don’t know if I dare to step out of here wearing this,” I murmured, turning to one side and the other to take a better look at that daring opening. Harry collected my hair gently and held it up. “Like this, in a French braid, to let it fall right in between your shoulder blades where the gap opens.” “He’s gonna kill me bloody.” “He who.” “Your ex.” “You think Brandon will hold his peace?” “He won’t come alone and he can’t put up scene with his blondie there.”

Help me breathe! I was dressed too casually for what towered before us. I'd picked out a white tank top and, blue jeans, blue sneakers to match, while Harper was the exact opposite. A crop top and a leather mini skirt that hugged her slim frame in the right ways was her pick. Her hair was packed up in a ponytail, and I was beginning to regret not listening to her when she asked to style mine, too. Harper had her tripod and phone active, capturing every beautiful moment from the moment we stepped out of the house.