Miss Masquerade

Maria's POV

Of course it's the one and only. Harry freaking Styles. I want to just scream at him and tell him to leave me alone, but my mother is home...so I can't...yet.

"Hello, Harry," I said politely. Harry smiled, evilly.

"Hey, Maria." I bet my mum could feel the tension in the air, so she backed away into the kitchen.

"What do you want," I asked as I headed back upstairs, no doubt Harry was following me.

"For you to admit you were Miss Masuerade," he says. It's almost as if he's pleading me. "Just please tell me. I need to know for sure."

"And, even if she was me, and I was her, what would you do? I'm a nobody." Harry shrugs, tugging at his hair.

"It's driving me absolutely bonkers. I just need you to admit it, Maria. Please." I sit on my bed, cross legged. I squint my eyes shut.

"Yes, I like to act. Yes, my middle name is Josephine.

Yes, I know you like to sing, and yes, I know that's what you want to do for a living." I take a deep breath.

"And yes, I am Miss Masquerade."

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