It has been a week since Laurence and I moved into our new home, and things have been going pretty ok. We get along well, although all we’ve talked about so far is basic stuff about our classes.
He plays the violin, but he always practices in the music practice rooms, so I’ve never heard him play. He’s probably pretty good though.
The door to Laurence’s room opens and he trudges out. “Still not a morning person, huh” I chuckle to myself as I make him some coffee.
He grumbles something in response, taking the mug gratefully. “Thanks, you’re a star”. I admit, I blush just a tiny bit.
“Um no problem” I smile and turn around fiddling with my braid. “Well, we successfully made it through the first week of classes” he smiles, the mole by his eye crinkling.
“I already miss home” I laugh, then roll my eyes to myself. Why would you say that?? Now I seem like a kid.
“Don’t blame you” he sets his mug on the table. “This is a whole new experience, and I’m guessing you haven’t lived away from your family before?” Laurence runs his fingers through his electric curls.
I turn back to him and nod. “Sounds like you have though” I fold my arms, resting my weight against the kitchen counter.
He traces the patterns on the mug absentmindedly. “Yeah, I’ve been living on my own since I finished school” I nod, then give him a sad smile.
“Sounds lonely.” Pulling out my braid, I comb through my hair with my fingers. Laurence returns my sad smile.
“A little, to be honest.” He motions to my hair “hey can I braid it?” My hands stop moving.
That’s a little unexpected.
What surprises me more, is when I find myself nodding. I hate when people other than my sisters touch my hair; why am I letting him touch it??
He walks over to me, and gently runs his fingers through my hair. “Wow, it’s so soft…like velvet.” I can already feel the heat rising in my face, but I can’t look away. Not while he’s holding my hair.
“Y-you know how to braid it, right?” I grimace at my own stutter. Laurence either doesn’t notice, or ignores it. “Yep, used to do my mum’s for her as a kid.”
His fingers run through my hair once more, then separate it into different sections, as he begins moving them around each other.
“This looks more complicated than my usual plait” I observe. He smiles, locking eyes with me. He really is beautiful.
“Thought I’d make it a little fancier than normal. Do you hate it?” He looks worried for a moment, so I rush to reassure him.
“Not at all,” I smile, placing my hand on the one braiding my hair. “I like it”.
We just stand there, staring at each other. Then I realise he can’t actually braid my hair because I’m holding his hand. Why did I hold his hand what the actual fuck is wrong with me!
I let go awkwardly and close my eyes, hoping he can’t see my ears going pink. “Hey are you ok, you’re looking a little red” he smirks at me “feeling a little embarrassed are we?”
I shoot him a death glare. “Braid my hair or fuck off, Laurence.” Oops, that was waaay harsher than I meant to be. I open my mouth to apologise, but to my surprise, he’s laughing.
“Woah I underestimated you” he continues to braid my hair. “I shall continue to braid thy luscious locks, then, your majesty.” Laurence is trying and failing to hold in his laughter.
That earns him a second death glare. It just makes him laugh harder.
The way his moles crinkle when he laughs is really cute. That’s once fact I’ve come to admit.
“All done, Asher” he says, letting my braid go. “One fishtail, ready to be off around campus” he looks pretty pleased with himself. I subject him to a mini eye-roll, then smile warmly at him.
“It looks nice, thanks”. He looks away, biting his lip a little.
“Hey so I have class soon, and I think you said you do too? Want to go together?” He asks, looking back at me. Somehow this making him more nervous than asking to braid my hair.
I giggle at him, finding it endearing, and give him a little nod. “Sure.”
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