*charlottes POV*
"charl!?"
"Charlotte?!"
"charllllll!?" Harry called from down the backstage corridor
"for gods sake why aren't you answering your phone!?" Harry quietly yelled as he ran into the dressing room out of breath
I was laying across on of the sofas with mylegs layed over one end of the sofa and my back leaning against a pillow proped up against the arm at the other end of the sofa, i looked up from reading my magazine and checked my phone "oh yeah, look at that" you sarcastically answered with a smile
"oh yeah haha very funny, you need to help me!" he dramatically pleaded
"I'm sure you can do whatever you need help with yourself Harry" i answered while still reading your magazine
"Charlotte" he called
"look at me" he demanded as he took your magazine out of my hands and chucked it on the floor
"hey what do you think your doing!?" i yelled, looking up to see him pointing to his hair
"what's wrong with your hair?" I asked confused
"I went to see some fans and one of them cut a chunk of my hair off!" he pulled back a piece of his hair to reveal a chunk of hair missing
I burst into a fit of laughter and fell back onto the sofa
"it's not funny, I need you to sort it out!" he begged
"ask Lou" i managed to say through my tears of laughter
"she's not here, she's out with lux and your the only other stylist we have with us, believe me if I had another option I would choose it" he laughed
"Get in the chair idiot" i poked him in the chest as he ran over to the chair in front of the hairdressing mirror
I started to chop at his curly locks as he looked down and smiled at his phone
"what you smiling at?" i asked as i continued to cut his hair
"nothing" he tried to hide
"yeah alright" i quickly grabbed his phone out of his hand and ran over to the other side of the room with it
" 'when can I see you again' says Rosie
'as soon as possible' replies harry' " I read out from the text messages
"your still talking to this girl after she went airing bragging how she has Harry styles number are you?" I laughed as Harry grabbed his phone back and sat back into the chair as you began to even out his hair
"what can I say, you can't help what the heart wants" he looked at me in the mirror and smirked, god that boy really is a pain
"as your my best girl friend and I've known you since we were babies wanna do me a huge favour?" he cheekily grinned in the mirror
"what do you want Harry?" I asked rolling my eyes
"can you and rosie go out this weekend so you can make me sound reallllyyyy good" he raised his eyebrows at me
"are you serious?" I asked shaking my head
"yeah because you loveeee me" he gave me a full dimpled smile
"what if I have plans this weekend then?" I asked
"oh yeah of course you have plans, what are you doing? Babysitting lux or going out with Liam or?" he sarcastically asked
"we'll for your information yes, Liam is taking me out this weekend so I can't talk you up to some girl who is only using you for your fame and money sorry" I smiled back at him before packing up my hairdressing stuff
"you.. And... Liam?" he stuttered
"yeah he's taking me out for dinner, is that a problem?" I asked as I could sense an awkward tension
"erm..no I guess.. No wait, of course I don't have a problem with it and for your information me and rosie really like each other and she's not just using me for my fame and money so don't go thinking that okay!" he yelled before storming out of the room
"stupid naive boy" I whispered to myself, what a big mistake he's making
