*Zayn's POV*
I woke the next morning like every morning since my breakup, I check my mirror. And what I saw was a horrid sight, my hair sticking up in greased spikes in every direction instead of my signature look. My hair is a little longer than it was before, i made a mental note I needed a trim and pronto. I looked for my hair spray, but found it empty. I need more, I slipped on a one of my beanies on, telling Paul I was heading for some more hair supplies. And I was off

I entered a near department store hoping no one would recognize me, and when I went looking for my favorite hair spray brand, they told me my favorite hair spray brand has been discontinued. But they did tell me there was a new hairstylist at their local hair salon, Beauty & Boutiques, they said the newbie was really talented. I mean I was desperate for a good trim and styling but I wasn't desperate enough to stoup down to an amateur's level, oh who am I kidding, I might even let a five year old cut my hair, but wait I'm not that desperate, I'll just go with the newbie.
"Hello anyone around, is this place even open?" I said creaking the door open. The sign said open, but the receptionist's desk was empty.

"My apologies I was just chilling in the back room, most everyone is on vacation, even my boss so I was told to how you say 'hold down the fort', besides what does that really mean?" Said a voice emerging from what I assume was the hallway to the back room, the only person that came out saying the sentence was a girl, not any girl, a girl with short black hair, a barber's apron around her waist with a pair of scissors in the side pocket, and a tape measure on her neck. She was pretty, beyond pretty, drop dead beautiful.

She broke my thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of my face

"Um hello can I help you, do you need anything" she said while I was just awestruck by her beauty. Yet I don't even know her name.

"uh... Yeah I need a trim are you the newbie stylist" I responded quickly, I've known her for only mere minutes but it would kill me if she left.

"Yeah I'm the 'newbie' if you could call it that, I'm Gia, Gia Henrys nice to meet you, you are" her name was beautiful and unique, not in a bad way but in a good way. I took a chance and said my real name and removed my beanie.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zayn, Zayn Malik, and as you can see with my hair, I need help, can you help me?" I asked curiously.

"uh.. Of course, nice to meet you Zayn, my friends and I are big fans, now breath G it's just Zayn, no need to worry your hair needs help and I'm here to help, now let's get your hair washed up." she her tone turned to a whisper in the middle of her sentence, then back to it's beautiful tone.

She took me to wash my hair, she was gentle. When she took me to the barber's chair, I asked her what she would do to my hair.

"trust me just close your eyes, please, I want it to be a surprise, you do trust me?"she said softly, and truth be told, but I really trust her, I would trust her with my heart.

A couple minutes later, after a few snips, and sprays, she's ready to show me what she had done to my hair. She told me to open my eyes, I opened them and stared into the mirror, surprised at who I was looking at. I mean I know the person in the mirror is me, but I couldn't believe what this girl had done to me it was-

"Oh you don't like it, I am sooo sorry Zayn, I really am, I mean what was I thinking that haircut, I-" her voice broke my thoughts, but I cut her sentence short saying,

"No! no it's wonderful it's the best I've seen it in weeks, your really talented, I mean it." I said, I really meant what I said to her, it looks like it was done the almost the exact same as my normal look, but it feels different.

"thanks that means a lot Zayn, thanks really" she said with a cute little smile. We talked for a little while, I hope she didn't find it weird that I was 'staring' at her, but what I mean by staring, in my terms I'm studying her features so I can sketch her later. I looked at the time, as much as I hated to leave I had to leave. I bid her farewell. Before I went to sleep I began my sketch, when I finished it was perfect and it was nearly after midnight.

I made a promise to myself two things,when I finished that sketch; one I would never lose that sketch, and two I have to make sure, every time I go to get a trim it has to be exactly like how she did it well at least almost.