Miss Masquerade

Harry's POV

"Niall, I need to find her," I sighed. Usually, I never was this desperate for a girl. But Miss Masquerade...she was...different.

"Why are you so desperate for her, Mate?" Niall chuckled. "This girl...did you not get what you wanted? Is that why you want her," Niall asked. Her winked and stabled another poster to the bulletin board.

"No," I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes playfully. We stepped back, admiring our work. Heck, there was so many posters the hallway was almost completely yellow. Suddenly, the bell ring and kids tumble in to school, looking at the posters. All you could hear was "Miss Masquerade? Who's that?"

A girl I'd seen maybe once before came in, carrying a purple notebook. She kept her was down as she approached me. She suddenly stopped, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth was ajar, but she closed it quickly.

She noticed me looking at her, and her gaze fell back to the ground again. She sort of looked like the girl I'd ha danced with the night before, her eyes the same color and her hairstyle the same. She couldn't have been Miss Masquerade, though, she was a nobody. She passed me, knowing I was watching her, but she kept walking, faster and faster away from me.

Notes

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