Travis Barker With Hair Novels & Stories

I move my gaze upward and smile at his sexy, messy hair. I’ve seen Trevor Willis dressed up for the night or a wedding, and I’ve seen him when he first wakes, with basketball shorts and his thick thighs. No matter the occasion, his hair is definitely something I adore. It always seems out of place, as if it’s in need of my fingers to comb it away from his stunning green eyes. “You made it,” he says happily as he ducks under the lamps and pulls the chair out for me.

I grabbed my towel, placed my sandals on, went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, making my way quietly outside. My heart skipped when I saw Travis there. I debated on turning around when I heard him call my name making me stop. "Nikki?" I turned on my heel again and smiled. "Yeah." "Are you coming in or what?" He says as he leans on the edge, crossing his hands on the top. He looked so fucking good. He had a clean cut hair style, short and well maintained stubble, muscles in all the right places. I loved his dark brown eyes with huge dark eyelashes, dark eyebrows to match.

The door opened and I turned. Travis walked in and I swallowed hard. He didn’t have a shirt on. His chest was glistening from training, and he wore nothing but a pair of light grey joggers that hung dangerously low. His V-line was clear, sharp, and impossible to ignore. And to make things worse he had a new buzz cut. I was obsessed. His scent hit me before he reached me and made my knees weak. I didn’t even think before I moved. He opened his arms like he knew what I needed, and I crashed into him. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. Then his lips were on mine.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

Travis approached me, passing through Mr Lyons' bodyguards. "I was called." With my short answer, I was willing to end our conversation. I knew he was going to taunt me for my hair and footwear. Not everyone is comfortable with heels, I like my slippers. I could carry them anywhere and of course I carry them everywhere. And for my hair, they're too thick and naturally wavy for any hairstyle... A simple high ponytail is a time saver. "Change your shirt." Whispering angrily, Travis pulled out his phone. "I need you here... SHE is here... SHE needs your help." He murmured to the person on the other side of the call, as he walked away.

Damon fell into step beside us. “Why the fuck are you so chipper, anyway? The entire time I have known you, you barely talk and are moody.” “Maybe I’m just letting you see the real me?” “Why are all the men here so bi-polar?” I asked. “Hey!” Travis run up to us. “I’m not bi-polar! Still the loveable guy you met when you stepped off the plane.” “First off, you give me Golden Retriever vibes. Second, you had such a large stick up your ass that I wasn’t sure you knew how to have fun.”

“Hot confident, or serial-killer confident?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Both.” The air shifted then, colder, and when I glanced up, Travis was there. Leaning in the mirror above the mantle, ghost-smirk on his face, cigarette dangling between his fingers. Smoke curled in lazy rings around a body that didn’t cast a shadow. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, “that’s not a red flag. That’s a whole parade. You should’ve at least milked him for free pancakes.”

What if she doesn't feel the same? So many thoughts rambling in my mind. I completely missed the men's hurdles. 'Arkham, what's wrong, man? If you keep pushing your hand through your hair anymore, you're gonna end up bald. On second thought, keep doing it. Maybe you would be less attractive then,' Ashton chuckles. 'But seriously, man, you look like a damn troll.' "Babycakes, quickly just help Ark out with his hair… he looks like the main lead in Trolls," he asks Alexia.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Third Person POV As the last preparations were made to ensure Ricky's birthday was a success, Alpha Hunter drove like a maniac toward his old buddy's pack to congratulate him on his birthday. He fixed his tie and took a glance at his rearview mirror to check his hair. Every strand of his jet-black hair was slick back perfectly. The deep scar over his left eye reminded him of the mess he and Akarick got into as kids, making him nod, chuckling as he remembered the little time they had to act mischievous.

I tied my hair into a low pony tail and applied light makeup. When I made my way out of my room, my eyes fell on Tristan who was holding Travis’ hand. My eyes couldn’t take off from him since I saw him wearing casual clothes for the first time since we met. He looked more boyish in a white shirt and denim jeans. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. “Mom?” Travis’ eyes fell on me first and he ran towards me, his father also looked at me and his pupils changed their colour. “Hey, little man, you look handsome.” I pinched his nose and his giggles filled the corridor.