The Masquerade

One Direction meet two mysterious girls at a Masquerade ball. Can they find out their true identity?


14. Chapter 14


"Come on Sarah!" I shouted to the lump lay under the covers. She'd stayed in bed since THAT night and refused to move other than eating and going to the toilet. I'm sure there was something mentally wrong with her. I heard a moan from under the covers.

"We are going out tonight! We always do!" I shout at her. Again I hear another groan. "Right that's it, you asked for it," I said to her. I walked over to her bed and grabbed her feet. I started to pull them out of the covers and off her bed.

Soon she started fighting me, and I saw her face for the first time today. She had no makeup on, but she didn't need it. I stopped pulling and sat on her bed next to her. I put my arm around her and she hugged my waist.

"Come on, I'll get you all dolled up and we'll hit the town," I said calmly.

"Hmmmmm fine then," she finally mumbled. I yelped with excitement and immediately ran to her overloaded wardrobe. I started to grab at fabrics and pull them out of her wardrobe frantically. She started laughing and lay back down on her bed.

Chloe did my hair and makeup for me because I just didn't have the energy. I couldn't get the moment with Harry out of my mind. I knew Chloe couldn't forget Niall too, but she was trying, so I went along with it, for her sake. I knew I would never forget him.

Chloe curled my hair and put it up on my head so a few curly strands framed my face. She applied a smokey eye effect for my makeup and red lipstick. I turned around and there was an outfit lay on my bed. I had to admit, I loved these clothes. It was a black bodycon dress that had a massive hole cut in the back and the sides. It came down my legs mid thigh and then I finished it off with red stilettos.

Chloe went to get ready and when she came back she looked stunning. She was wearing a tight blue strapless dress that showed off her figure perfectly. It make the blue in her eyes pop. She was wearing a pair of black heeled boots too, which accentuated her legs. Her hair was curled down her back and her makeup was simple but beautiful. We both stood in front of my mirror.

"Who needs famous boys?" she said, linking her fingers through mine. I smiled at her, as she dragged me out of our apartment.

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