Tom Holland Hair Novels & Stories

His hair is his traditional messy on top. "What did you do to your tux?" "I didn’t like it." He says this while shrugging his shoulders. "Never mind, we don’t have time," I say this while running my hand through my hair. I have medium-length hair, but mine isn’t as curly as Kendrick’s or Samson’s.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

Let me explain. I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure he's quite handsome. If not sculpted by the heavens themselves. A real David. No, I’m not exaggerating. He makes the untidy mother swoon and the man with the toupee can't really stop staring at him. Cass has this hair that's midnight black and the front is a little longer, so it falls to his face like a damn rockstar’s would. And he works out. God, oh how he works out. Even with the layers he wears, there's no mistaking a build like that. Maybe he's a wrestler?

“With everything.” “Yeah, I guess… But we can’t hide away either. Have to be seen, and all that…” “I will talk to Aaron,” he agreed, and rolled so that she was beneath him. “What is the problem with my hair?” She threaded her fingers through it. “Nothing. I just thought you hated the curls.” “Short back and sides doesn’t go with the image,” he pointed out practically. “But it does get into my eyes sometimes.” “Another six months and you might be able to put it up into a man-bun,” she scraped it back from his face. “Not bad.”