Strictly Professional.

2013:
Madness would be the perfect word to describe the day. Boys were running here and there, security guards close behind with all the commotion. It was no wonder the band was so successful, they were charming as ever. Penny was standing near her makeshift station she had set up, the night was early and she only had one more head to conquer. “Harry! Come on, please work with me!" She exclaimed, giving the tall teenager a look of disdain. She had been waiting on him for almost an hour now and he was doing nothing more than dancing, badly, on people who were trying to get work done. “Come on child!” She would yell and he made his way over finally. The long brown locks on his head going in every other direction. “Two things; I’m not a child, you’re only a couple years older than me and really my hair is already perfect, do you really think this is necessary?” He teased, his voice low and sleepy as the words rolled from his lips.
“You’re acting like a child and your hair is amazing, yes, but it definitely needs some help. “ The brunette would retort, her delicate digits digging into his hair and beginning to work. Lou had brought on Penny during the first tour and she’d quickly fell in with the group.
“You’re not wrong, you do help it the best.” Harry would add, his eyes now focused on a cell phone that was in his hands as he typed away to his family, giving those updates about tour life and where he was that day. Penny had begun applying product to his locks, giving him a grin. “You just know that I’ll fuck it up if you’re not sweet.” She said giving his hair a tug and flashing a smile his way. The two had hit it off immediately, flirting was always present, and neither of them was shy with the other. In fact, Harry had asked Lou if she could maybe give Penny more time with him, something the two had kept secret and leaving Penny in the dark about why she always had to do Harry’s hair, not that she was opposed.

“So, what are you wearing tonight? Black jeans and a white shirt or is it black jeans and a black shirt?” She would tease as she turned his chair to face her, their faces meeting one another. “You know, you could always change it up some. Throw some red in?” She offered, fixing some of the hairs he had in front of his face. His face instantly went into a comedic style frown, looking offended as ever. “I’ll have you know, I wore loads of colour during the first tour. Black is slimming anyway.” He would add a wink, the signature smile, and Penny was mush. She wouldn’t say anything of course, that would be unprofessional. These were the things she repeated to herself, not wanting to cross any lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. She gave him a pinch on the cheek. “Okay superstar, you look beautiful. Make me proud.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a smirk. Harry wasn’t quite ready to go though; he also got quite mushy when the two were close. “You didn’t even do anythin’ I knew I didn’t need to come over.” He stood now, pulling the petite girl into his arms and squeezing her tight. “Thanks for you do babe, sorry I’m such an arse.” He would say before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He liked to play around, but he didn't want her to think he was immature by the ways he joked sometimes. He would give her one more of those million dollar smiles and then he was off, being swept away by the next person in line to get him ready for the stage. Penny bit her lip and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin had an olive glow to it, her eyes were dark with the lack of light, her cheeks slightly flushed, and a pout that was to die for.. She had been originally intended to model, but her love for the makeup and hair took over he, a passion and she knew pursuing would bring happiness. “How do you get yourself into these situations..” She would mutter to herself, sitting in the chair and spinning it around.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed, please let me know if you'd like more? Thanks much! x

Thought I'd add a pic of Penny so you could all get to know her a little better.