FOOTBALL IMAGINES

braid | erling haaland

you had been begging erling, practically from the moment you had met him, to braid his hair. his answer had always been a firm no, only every letting anyone go near his hair when he was at the hairdressers. but always followed up, in yet another attempt to try and get him to braid his hair, with the fact that you thought he would look absolutely adorable with his hair braided. however, he was having none of it.

until one day, he walks into the living room where you had been sitting watching tv all day and says, "i want you to braid my hair."

what he had said to you didn't register, and you were focussed on the tv and you were so used to him just walking into whichever room you were in and just saying random things to you. but when it did, you head snapped towards him, eyes wide, before your mouth broke out in a slow smile, dimples prominent on your cheeks. "really!"

he laughed at how excited it had made you, "yeah, my hair getting longer and i don't really want to have to cut a lot of it off, but it's getting quite hard and uncomfortable to tie it up for matches and training and things, so i thought you could have a go at braiding it to see if i like it or not."

"this is honestly the best day of my life," you stand up and take his hand, dragging him up the stairs with you, into your bedroom where you take him to your dressing table, and push him down to sit on the chair in front of your mirror.

"right," you giggle, still in disbelief that he was actually letting you do this. "do you want me to do one or two?'

"just do the one for now, there's no need to get ahead of ourselves."

it took you way longer than it would normally to just put one braid in his hair, as he wouldn't stop complaining about you pulling his hair too tight, or him having to readjust his head because you were struggling with the angles.

but once it was complete, you stood there behind him, looking at him through the mirror with a smile on your face. "do you like it?"

he moved his head side to side, looking at the braid from different angles, "yeah i love it," he smiled at you through the mirror. "do you?"

"yeah, you look adorable."

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it was about a week after you had braided his hair for the first time, erling was coming to you the morning he had a game, not long before he was going to leave for the coach, asking you to braid his hair for his match.

from going from telling you "no" every single time you asked him to braid his hair to asking you to braid his hair for every game that you could, you definitely welcomed the change, and you absolutely loved seeing him play with his hair braided, seeing it as if he had a part of you out there on the pitch with him.