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...


3. ~This Urge~


My dad came back about two hours after that weird call. And when he saw me silently sitting on the couch I could see him stiffen. Dad didn’t say anything, he just handed me a bag and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him.


I sigh, taking the bag and slipping on my shoes. I honestly knew it would turn out like this, it always does. I end up making more deliveries while dad conjures up more and more drugs. I’ve already had a rough scrap with him this week so I decide to not push it and head out the door in a hurry.


The bag is addressed to a man with the name Tim so I assume it’s the same Tim I’ve already delivered to before. The one that lives behind the Dominos Pizza Place so he can rummage through their leftover thrown out pizza residue.


The Dominos isn’t very far away so I don’t take my fathers car and begin walking. As I walk I take in my surroundings, same as every night. The sidewalk is lit with the same street lamps and dark figures trudge around the streets. Business owners are closing up their stores for the night and it grows darker every minute.


It isn’t long before the small pizza place is in my sight and I can faintly see a shadowy figure standing near the entrance. As I get closer Tim smiles and beckons me over.


“Well Marley, nice to see your pretty face again doll,” he coos, “Now I assume you have my...stuff.”


“Right here,” I say digging in the bag until I feel a good sized small packet filled to the brim. Tim grins, showing off his yellow teeth for all to see. I tap my feet loudly and impatiently so he notices. Then he bids me farewell and I quicken my pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.


Outside all the lights in buildings were out and the only thing letting me know where to go was the bright shining moon that hung above me. I stop and slide over to a corner of the street, taking the time to gaze at the huge welcoming moon.


I don’t know how long I stood there but it must’ve been long I managed to space out, no pun intended, and felt someone poking my shoulder. I snap out of my weird trance and jerk around, coming face to face with a tall, slender guy who seemed no older than twenty. He was clad in tight black skinny jeans, a Nirvana shirt covered with a black leather jacket and some grey converse. His hair was a dark as his clothing, only a tiny strip of his scalp being bleach blonde. His skin was tanned and smooth with the exception of the crinkles surrounding his smirking mouth that held a  smoking cigarette.


“Um, you okay there babe?” he asks in a velvet voice and exotic accent. I stared uneasily at the boy. He definitely looked like trouble and all I wanted was to hightail it back to the safety of my house.


“I’m fine,” I say a bit too harshly but don’t bother correcting, “I need to go.”

“So soon? You seemed perfectly content staring creepily at the moon a moment ago” he chuckled slightly,playing with the cigarette in his mouth.


“I was not staring creepily at it. I was just uh…” I trail off not knowing how to defend myself. The guy was right, I probably did look a bit strange staring at the moon all alone on a street corner.


“Well anyways, what are you doing out here all alone?” he asks.


“None of your business,” I warn tugging my hand through my hair.


“Wow, someone is a tad grumpy tonight” the guy remarks


“I am not!” I say trying to defend myself.


“Sure,” he drags out rolling his eyes, “ By the way, the name’s Zayn”


I didn’t know how to reply, if I should give him my name or not. In the end I just telling him as it was the easier option.




Zayn instantly perked up, sending a venomous smirk my way. He relaxes and props himself onto the brick wall of the store on the corner. I take a step away wondering what he would say next.


“Oh, I know you” he says deviously, the same smirk plastered firmly onto his features.


“Y-you do?” I choke out trying to contain my composure. He slyly nods my way.


“Yeah, you’re Chuck’s daughter. He’s my supplier,” he replies gesturing to the fuming roll tucked in his mouth, “And now I have the pleasure of meeting his lovely daughter”


“Um, yeah. Nice to have met you too...Zayn but I really need to get back to my dad” I say inching away from the boy.


“Oh, well that’s a bummer” he says, his smirking growing wider.


Before I can manage to begin walking away Zayn swiftly pulls my phone from my pocket and holds it up high so I can’t reach it. I start yelling at him to give it back but it’s useless. Once he’s done with what I’m assuming punching his number in and also texting himself he lowers the device and hands it back to me. I yank it from him and turn around starting to quickly walk away.

“We’ll keep in touch babe” he calls in the distance.

I race back home, fearing another unwanted visitor lurks, waiting to confront me as Zayn did. This boy had this thing about him that sent shivers all throughout my body, and not in a good way. I didn’t like that fact that he knew who I was and now had a way of contacting me.


But there was something else nagging me. I had this strange urge to see him again, or at least text him. I knew I shouldn’t since he had trouble written all over him but something about him made me slightly thankful of our meeting tonight….and that scared me most of all.



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