Miss Masquerade

Harry's POV

I keep wondering where I've seen this girl's eyes before. They were a beautiful color, a variety of blue, yellow, and green. She has blonde hair, too. She somewhat looks like Niall, and where that came from, don't ask me.

"Who are you," I asked the masked girl. We were on the balcony of Spencer's house, looking over the city. She giggled, cutely.

"Not who you think I am," she answered. "That's for sure." I turned to look at her.

"Hmm. Okay, how about a proposition," I suggested. There was two lawn chairs, and we sat on them. We faced each other.

"Shoot," she said.

"I'll ask you ten questions, you do the same, and if I figure out who you are, you have to go on a date with me," I said. The girl looked uneasy.

"I dunno, Harry..."

"C'mon, what're you afraid of," I teased. She murmured something, but I couldn't hear.

"Question one," I announced. "How old are you?" She smirked.

"Seventeen," she answered. I nodded. "Question one for me," she said. "If you could date anyone in the whole school, who would it be?"

I thought for a moment.

"Cody," I answered. She frowned. "Question two: what is your middle name?"

"Jocelyn," she said. I smiled.

"Pretty." She thanked me.

"What is your secret hobby," she asked me, leaning in closer. I gulped.

"I.... I like to sing. I want to be a singer," I stuttered. She raised her faint blonde eyebrows.

"I didn't expect that," she said and leaned back in her seat.

"What do you want to be when you grow up.... Question three," I said.

"Well... I'd like to be an actress, actually." She looked down, her face flushed. I smiled.

"I.... I have to go, I'm sorry," she said, getting up. I got up too.

"Why? What happened?" She looked back at me, sorrow in her eyes.

"I need to get back to reality."

And with that, Miss Masquerade was gone.

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