Masquerade {One Direction Fanfiction}

To miss Marley Byrne,

We wish to invite you to our yearly Masquerade and do hope you will be able to attend. Be at the ballroom of the Chertain Hotel on the 22nd at precisely eight o' clock sharp. Please wear your finest attire, for this is a formal get-together. We hope to see you there.

Those were the words that started this whole mess. Just a mysterious letter addressed to me anonymously. How did I get invited to a masquerade ball?

I’m a nobody. Just the daughter of a dead mother and a psycho drug dealing father. I have a bad feeling about this...


8. ~Part Of The Job~


Zayn’s POV


I sit in silence with Harry at a small coffee shop, not taking my eyes off of my cup of the hot drink. I can’t get Marley out of my mind. She entices me and I want to know more about her and her life. But part of me wishes I never met that goddamned girl that night on the street.


“Hey, Zayn?” Harry asks out of nowhere. He’s been very quiet today which isn’t like him at all. I know he probably has millions of questions that I’m not in the mood to answer but knowing Harry he’ll push for the answers.




“That Marley girl. She’s Chuck’s daughter…so she’s the one he wants for the Masquerade plan?” he asks, his eyes somber and his foot tapping on the ground.


I don’t answer, just sit there hoping my silence is answer enough. Its been eating away at me every since I met here and actually got to know her. She has no one and for her to take the step in trusting me so quickly tells me she’s desperate for someone to care for her.


Harry clears his throat. “You know the masquerade is in a week right?”


“Of course I do...I just wish it wasn’t” I reply twiddling my hands out of nervous habit.


“Well, I think that we should go over the game plan” he says and I nod reluctantly, wanting the subject to vanish. Harry is a good friend of mine but I know how loyal he is to our boss and his instructions. If I ever told him I was planning to interfere with the plans he wouldn’t hesitate to tell everyone.


“Well, if the girl is arriving at eight then we’ll have plenty of time to get everything set up and settled. And you already know your part of the job right? To keep her close to you all night and make sure she doesn’t get suspicious. I trust you can handle that since you seem to know her more than anyone else” Harry mentions and my blood runs cold. What exactly is he getting at?


“I hope you actually haven’t developed feelings for this girl Zayn,” he says slowly and warningly, “Because you know what I’d have to d-”


“I get it dude just get off my case” I snap sending him an intense glare. He doesn’t shrink back, just simply shrugs as he stands up.


I stand as well, not meeting his gaze as we part ways. Now that Harry is suspicious of me things will get a shit load harder and I’m pretty sure Marley knows something’s up which isn’t good at all.


I feel drained and I know that I will have to face my problems soon, a week at the latest to be exact. But for right now a simple walk around the town seems to clear my mind at least for a little while.


I make my way to the park and sit on one of the public benches pulling my phone out of my pocket to see I have a new text from Marley. I open it eagerly, wanting to know what she said.


I don’t know what’s going on but I thought I could trust you Zayn. Please show me I wasn’t wrong...please. x




Guilt shoots through my entire body and I wish it would go away. She thinks I

ll hurt her and leave her like everyone else in her life which I don’t intend at all. I want her to trust me and think of me as her friend...maybe even more someday.


I don’t bother replying, since it would only make us both more upset. Getting up and walk back to my shitty apartment and flop down onto the couch turning the television on and focusing on the shows displayed on the tiny screen.



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