“So I just press it to your head?” You asked, holding the clippers in your hand as you met Simon’s eyes through the mirror. He gave a hum and nodded. His typical buzz cut had started to grow out and he despised it. “Yeah.” He answered while relaxing back in the chair, adjusting the towel around his neck. Johnny sat on the counter near Simon, chatting everyone ear off while Kyle was looking through the different clipper add-ons, muttering about a haircut next. John was the only one who wasn’t doing something, just leaning against the doorway and staring at the four with pure adoration.

“Wait,” John suddenly spoke up and quickly moved across the room and grabbed your wrist before you could press the clippers to Simon's head. “It’s not attached properly.” He lectures.

“It looked fine t’ me.” You mumbled with a huff while waiting impatiently for John to hurry up with the adjustment. “Patience.” John chided in amusement, finally handing the clippers back over that you snatched up eagerly.

“If you fuck me’ cut up you owe me a drink, ya hear?” Simon glared, almost playfully at you through the mirror as you pressed the clippers to his head. You wanted to laugh, let out a chuckle but deep down you knew that he would hold you to that drink.

You cannot afford to mess up his hair cut.

Literally.