Miss Masquerade

Maria's POV

"Really?!" Harry grinned. I looked down and nodded. "Maria." I looked up.

"Wha-" Harry was standing there, looking at me. He was focused on two things. My eyes, and my lips.

"You're eyes are beautiful," he whispers. His warm breath, though somewhat uncomfortable, breathes on me. He smells like mint and Axe.

"So I've heard," I say. I smirk a little bit.

"How have I never noticed you before," he says. I smile. He suddenly moves away from me and to the window in my room. "So an actress, Ms. Jocelyn?" I laugh.

"A performer, Mr. Styles?" He looks at the ground and chuckles.

"You're not gonna actually tell anyone about that, right?" I frown.

"Harry, if its something you love, then...you should be proud of it. You want it to be a career, so embrace it," I say. He looks out the window, and in his reflection I can see him thinking hard.

"Maria, for now, I think we should just be friends," he says, still staring out the window. I frown, but nod.

"Yeah, I think that's good too," I say. He nods, leaving the window. He comes over to me, gives me a hug, and says goodbye.

My mom says her goodbye to Harry and he leaves, running across our yard to his house. I smile as I watch him through the window. He runs so fast...he eventually falls forward, doing a summersault. he gets up, looks directly at me, laughing. I wave, and he waves back, then rushes back home.

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