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Niall swallowed. He was standing at the station and he was waiting for Harry. This was one of those days when everything could happen and it was a special occasion.
// I did it! // Harry had written to Niall day before. // I cut off my hair .//
Niall wasn't sure if he liked it. He had loved Harry's hair, to braid the fingers in it, to wake up every morning and feel how Harry's hair tickled the nose. Niall had loved to just be in Harry's hair, when they had sex. Yes, it was as if the hair were an important part of their relationship and now it was gone. Yet Niall chose to smile. He was, after all, interested in Harry and not by his appearance. In the beginning, Niall complained and said that Harry shouldn't get long hair, but Harry had only laughed. "I want to try different styles!" he had said. Niall hadn't been glad. "But I like your short hair, your curls and color and..." Harry had silenced Niall by kissing him and pulling a finger along his cheek. "You'll like it, I'm so sure about it." And Harry was right. Niall had really started to like long-haired guys, especially Harry.

It was a big tingling in his stomach. The train stopped at the station and Niall could hear a voice talking about that it now had arrived to London. Niall was standing at the end. He didn't want to stand where all ran around or had bags and Harry knew it. Niall didn't like confined spaces and he liked to stand where he could breathe. He looked at the clock. Yes, Harry was with the train and Harry now left the train to meet Niall. I felt even more in the stomach, I felt in the legs and felt.

Niall peering between the faces. He searched, he wanted to see that smile as could make the time to stand still. It was almost hopeless to just wait, but it was here as Harry would come. Niall looked at old people, young people, families and businessmen who showed up. Eventually he glimpsed a cap, a face and a body that he knew so well.

Harry hid his hair and his smile was striking. He was filled with zeal, as he looked forward to this and he seemed purposeful. Cautiously he walked over to Niall, with his head slightly askew.
"Hello?"
Niall got up a smile. He couldn't help it. He threw himself around Harry's neck and hugged him tightly. It didn't matter that people saw them, Niall had missed him.
"I'm here!" Harry whispered hoarsely and soothing in Nialls ear. "We will go to your place and then I'm totally yours."

Harry showed nothing of the hair. Instead, he kept Nialls hand tightly and they sat in silence in the taxi. Niall watched Harry surreptitiously and he imagined how it looked under the hat, under the cap. Harry almost seemed to enjoy it all. It was as if he wanted totera Niall and let him be living like this. When the taxi stopped outside Nialls house, Harry paid and he made sure that they together walked towards the door. He had a suitcase with him, and he rolled it behind him. Niall unlocked the door and went inside.

"Ready?"
Harry was standing right in front of Niall, so close that they almost could make a kiss. Niall nodded intently and he saw how Harry's hand went up to his cap. Slowly, he pulled it off and it appeared a new hairstyle. Short, but not too short. Niall saw that Harry had used a curling iron, and he saw how the dark color glittered in the light. Slowly Niall took his hand and he pulled it through Harry's hair. It was as if they again was sixteen years old. It was the first time they met and said hello. Niall smiled.
"I love it!"