you had a thing for straightening your curls away, you weren’t proud of it but it was the only way you would really fit into Chris’s “type”. He always thought they looked beautiful to him, he loved that he could twist the curls with his fingers. He didn’t understand why you straightened them away, he thought they fit you better than straight hair.

you thought that if you had straight hair people would look at you and Chris without thinking he was insane for choosing you, it was so clear you were different from the other girls he’s dated. You had different hair, a different style and personality but none of that stopped Chris from loving you. He was head over heels for you, he thought you were so endearing when you’d wake up in the morning with your curls everywhere and the sun shining on your face.

Chris sat on the edge of your bed watching as you got ready, don’t get him wrong he loved seeing you all dolled up but god, he hated seeing you pick up the straightener to get rid of your natural hair, He swore it was almost like an angel lost its wings every time you straightened your hair.

he got up walking behind you as you did your makeup at your vanity, putting one of his arms around you and placing a couple of kisses on your shoulder while his fingers on his other hand messed with your damp soft curls.

“I don’t know why you straighten your hair, I like it like this y’know that right? Easier to grab on to when we’re at it too..” he uttered teasingly but it soon dissolved into laughter