#80 Masquerade Ball
Louis: “Well,” You heard a deep voice say from behind you, causing you to turn around while being careful not to spill your drink. The man was tall, with dirty blond hair and a crooked smile on his face “What is a girl like yourself be doing all alone over in here.” He barely made sense and his words were so slurred that you were surprised that you could actually understand him. “I’m just looking for something to eat, wasn’t too sure what they had up here.” Okay, maybe that was a lie but you could smell the alcohol on his breath and you were 2 feet away from him. You wanted nothing more than for him to leave so that you suffer in silence about how this masquerade ball wasn’t living up to you mystical fantasy. “Well then maybe me and you could dance and i could buy ya a drink. They got some nice fancy drinks I could get ya.” He just couldn’t take a hint and you were feeling more and more uncomfortable as this conversation progressed. “Hey, Sweetheart,” You felt an arm snake loosely around your waist and you were extremely relieved when you saw Louis, you childhood neighbor, next to you. He always seemed to turn up whenever you were in an awkward situation and needed help (which has been more times than you’d actually like to admit). “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Why don’t we go dance for a bit now, baby?” You released a sigh of relief when he tugged you away from that drunk man and began sway along with you on the dance floor. “It’s good to see you again, Louis.” And it really was, this encounter being the first time you’ve seen him since before the where we are tour had started. “How do yo even know it’s me, Y/n? You can’t see my face with this mask on.” “Shut up,” You playfully punched his shoulder. “I can always tell when it’s you, Lou. You can’t fool me like we’re back in 7th grade again.” Liam: You didn’t even want to be here today. Your father was invited since he was CEO of some huge company and, therefore, he also forced you, your sister, and your mother to come along with him. Your sister could be a poster-child for being a social butterfly. Everyone wanted to talk to her and everyone wanted to dance with her. You couldn’t really blame all of those men though, she was wearing a tight, black lace dress with a black, feathery mask covering her eyes, while you wore a peach colored dress that was short in the front and long in the back. You had a simple pink mask and it was almost obvious why everyone would rather be with her rather than you. “Would you mind if I sat near you?” A man wearing a dark suit with a mask covering half of his face asked you. You immediately agreed, glad to no longer be alone. “So why are you sitting over here while everyone else is enjoying themselves?” You shrugged, this man seemed nice but you weren’t really in the mood to talk. You’d much rather be home and watching some murder show, or something along those lines, rather than being here. “You know her?” He asked when you didn’t answer his previous question, motioning over to your sister, who was currently in the middle of a circle of boys. “She’s my sister.” You restrained yourself from adding on some snarky comment about her and making an awful first impression with this masked man. “Thought so, you’ve been glaring at her since I sat down here.” “You’re very observant.” It came out a bit more sarcastic than you had intended but there was nothing you could do about that now. “Well, I can tell you don’t want to be here too.” This man just wouldn’t give up but maybe that wasn’t such of a bad thing since now you had someone to talk to. “Maybe,” You said, swiveling your body to face him and you couldn’t help but notice the beautiful smile the wouldn’t leave his lips despite how cold you’ve been to him. “But I do appreciate you coming over here to talk to me since I’ve been alone all night.” The man, who’s name you still didn’t know, smiled and fidgeted in his seat. “Well, my mates were practically hounding me to come over and talk to you since, apparently, I’ve been staring at you since I arrived.” Both of you instantly blushed at his comment and you knew that, if you were going to dance with anyone tonight, it was going to be with this man. “Well then…” You trailed off waiting for him to catch on and reveal his name. “Liam, I’m Liam.” “Well then, Liam, I think it’s only fair that you owe me a dance then, since you’ve been staring at me all night…” Niall: “Is this thing even on right?” Niall said, tugging on the simple mask he was wearing. “Yeah, it’s on fine, Niall, but if you keep pulling it you’ll probably break the strap on it.” Niall didn’t bother to listen. “Why is it so itchy?!” You knew that he’d be complaining, especially since you were both being forced to go to this ball, but you were hoping that he would keep those complaints to himself rather than sharing them with you. You actually were excited for this since you had never been invited to something extremely fancy like this ball is. Niall and the other boys were booked here to sing a few songs from the newest album since the person who was hosting this party was a close friend to their management. Niall continued to babble on complaining and you were almost relieved when Liam came up to you both. “Niall,” Liam said. “We have to go get ready. They want us to sing in about 15 minutes.” Niall pecked your forehead quickly before following Liam somewhere. The performance went amazing; they all looked incredible with their suits and masks on, not to even mention that they sounded like angels but that’s normal for them. About 5 minutes after they had finished singing, Niall had made his way back to you, looking a bit shy when he finally approached you. Niall was never shy, always loud and outgoing, which is why you were slightly concerned about why he was acting this way. “What’s wrong, Ni?” You stood up from your seat and grasped onto his hands. Niall sighed loudly, squeezing your hands as his eyes finally met yours. “I’m sorry,” He muttered, the honesty in his voice quite clear. “I know I’ve been complaining so much tonight but I was so worried about screwing something up since I knew you were so excited for tonight. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you but I just realized that I was probably screwing it up by complaining.” This may have partially been true but you never wanted Niall to feel like something was his fault. “It’s okay, Niall. I’m just happy to be here with you. This night is perfect.” Niall sighed but dragged you along behind him towards the dance floor. “I think,” He whispered, pulling your body against his as his hands slipped around your waist. “That you’re too kind and understanding for me. I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you are.” “Shut up, Niall. We definitely deserve each other and you know that.” It was barely seconds later when he managed to step on the edge of your dress. “Looks like you need to work a bit more on your dancing skills, Niall.” You joked, giggling when Niall glared at you. “I don’t really think you’re one to talk, my darlin. You’ve stepped on my feet multiple times already.” Maybe that was true but it wasn’t your fault. Your heels were a lot taller than you were used too. “Oh shut up and dance with me, you idiot.” Zayn: You couldn’t help but laugh at the joke you friend had said. The room was bursting with energy and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The only thing that was slightly disappointing was that you hadn’t been able to dance with anybody yet. Almost all of your friends had dance with someone at least once but they had all had men come up and ask them to dance directly. You weren’t exactly as confident as all of them and it would have been hard for you to even talk to a man without saying something stupid and scaring them away from you. That’s why you were slightly shocked when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see a masked man behind you. “Hello?” You didn’t mean for it to sound like you were asking him a question, but it did for some reason. “Hi, beautiful!” The man was confident in his words as he spoke, his mouth curved into a flirtatious smirk. “Hello…” You repeated yourself again, noticing out of the corner of your eyes that your group of friends was wandering off some place else, leaving you alone with this unknown man. “So, I noticed you from across the room and I realized that I don’t think I had ever seen you around here before. I mean, I think it would be hard to forget someone as beautiful as you.” You mentally prayed that you wouldn’t say something wrong and screw up this conversation or anything like that. “How would know if you’ve seen me around, I’m wearing a mask.” You hoped that sounded as flirty as it did in your head. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just needed an excuse to see your eyes up close.” A blush immediately arose on your face and you only hoped that your mask was hiding it slightly. “Well, um, I–” Here it comes, you always manage to screw up a conversation somehow and you had a feeling that this was about to happen soon. “I think,” The man interrupted you and to say you were thankful was an understatement. “That you owe me a dance. We could get to know each other a bit more and I could admire your eyes for a little while longer.” You eagerly nodded and allowed him to pull you to the side of the dance floor. “My name’s Zayn, by the way. In case you were wondering.” “My name’s y/n.” You mumbled, still embarrassed from his previous compliment. “Y/n.” Zayn stated, enjoying the way the it practically rolled off his tongue. “I like that. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Harry: He promised that he would be here and not let his hectic schedule get in the way of something else that you were so excited for. But here you were, standing of to the side alone so that you weren’t in anyone else’s way. You had waited for this night for months, continuously claiming that this would be a night where you could feel like what a disney princess must feel like and Harry promised that he’d be there to be your prince. You piled some more food on your plate, being extra careful not to get any of it on your dress as you found an open spot at a empty table. It felt pitiful to be moping around just because you’re boyfriend wasn’t there but you had envisioned this night over a hundred times and sitting alone at a table definitely was one of them. You nearly jumped out of your own skin when a pair of hands covered your eyes. “Guess who.” You instantly knew that it was Harry and that he didn’t break his promise to you. He didn’t bother to wait for your answer before he took his hand away and you saw his award winning smile. You reached up to readjust your mask as Harry offering his hand out to help you up, to which you gladly accept. “I’m here to save my damsel in distress.” He stated, gripping onto you’re hand as he tugged you along behind him towards the dance floor. “Oh yeah? I didn’t know I was in distress.” “Well yeah,” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But not anymore since I’m here with you. You’re safe now.” Then you both stood in the middle of the dance floor, his hands now laying on your hips and your arms were wrapped gently around his neck. “Then, thank you my prince. I don’t what I would have done if you weren’t here to rescue me.” “I don’t know either, princess, but I’m glad I’m here with you.” He said just before his lips captured yours, not even caring about being surrounded by some many other people.