Collecting my auburn waves one last time, I sighed and held the sharp scissors in front of my eyes. This is it, now or never... I looked at my reflection in the scissors and wondered if it was right to get rid of most of my hair. People are just going to call me another 'washed up' pop star. What do I care? I just want to be happy, even if it means coming down to cutting my hair. It'll be refreshing, new! I took a deep breath and opened the weapon and placed it above my shoulders.
Just as I closed my eyes, I snapped them open. I couldn't do this job without looking. Before I could process my actions, the simple snip sound echoed through the bathroom. Once I'd gotten through the bunch, I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't care less about what they thought, I felt free. I shook my head and laughed at my reflection in the mirror. I threw away the thick stack in my hand and dropped the scissors. I dialed the number of a hairdresser I absolutely adored and waited for them to answer.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Hey! It's me, Miley," I told them pushing my hair behind my ears. "I need a favour..."
In a matter of minutes, the person arrived at my door with their 'kit' and a shocked expression.
"Can you help me or not?" I asked with a teasing grin.
I was pushed up into the bathroom and felt a long time pass as he touched up my new do. He kept saying that I shouldn't have done it and whatever but I just dismissed all those minor comments. I actually like it, believe it or not.
"Do you want to dye it?" the stylist questioned stroking my hair. "It'll look better blond..."
I bit my lip and nodded. "It'll be new..."
He clapped his hands and got to work right away.
The very next day Liam appeared at the door. His eyes were the size of saucers. I let him in and tried not to feel self conscious. He greeted me as normal but the whole shock of the new hairstyle was evident.
"So..." he said with his thick Australian accent showing. "A new hairstyle?"
I bit back a laugh and nodded. "I like it..."
He smiled and kissed me. "I do too," he assured me.
"Really or are you just saying that?" I checked crossing my arms.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thank you," I mumbled into his chest.
Unwillingly I detached myself from Liam and got ready to go out with him. I pushed back my new do and wore the first comfortable attire I could find. Liam grinned and we walked out into the streets of California. The paparazzi kept their usual close yet far distance which I'd grown used to... somewhat. We both walked into a cafe for breakfast and Liam stalked off to order.
"Miley?" someone said.
I turned to find Nick smiling slightly with a coffee in his hand. I waved slightly and gave him a small smile. It'd been a while since we spoke, so this was pretty odd, in my opinion.
"You hate it, right?" I stated keeping my eyes locked with his. It was the hair he was shocked about— obviously.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a laugh. "You've never looked more beautiful, Miles..."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better," I mumbled even though a blush had settled on my cheeks before quickly fading.
"Honestly," he replied. "No matter what you think, you'll always be as perfect as any cover girl... You'll always be my cover girl, even if you're his."
A genuine smile stuck to my face. "Thank you, Nick."
"Anytime," he said then cleared his throat. "I best get going."
"Of course," I muttered nodding. "I'll see you around?"
He nodded with a curt wave then left. His words etched into my mind.
'You'll always be my cover girl, even if you're his.'
I laughed and Liam walked back to our table.
"Everything okay?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah, it is..." I replied smiling to myself.
daretobefearless here (: I'm back from my break so it'll take a while for me to get into a habit once again... So, this is about Miley's hair (if it wasn't obvious..). Sure, I may not prefer it, but it's her life and this one shot was about accepting her decisions! Well not in a way but after reading this you should! so yeah.. until next time! (: