Behind The Mask

Harry stands there waiting to find the perfectly dressed girl to dance with. Him and the boys loved New Orleans so much after their show a month ago, that they decided to come back after the tour. Harry decided to do something alone, for a change. He had been seeing flyers about a huge masquerade ball that was happening today, Friday. So, he thought it through and picked yes..he would go. Have some fun.

He got him a nice mask and dressed perfectly. And now, all he has to do is wait, just like every one else. And the best part is, no one knows that's its him. And for once, he can hide away and act like he's just another guy. He's been waiting to do something normal people do. And now's his chance..as long as he doesn't screw up.

After about fifteen minutes, he finally catches something. He stands in amazement as a girl in a maroon ball gown, no color like it here, walks into the ball room. Harry watches her as she looks around. Her mask covering her eyes and nose. Only her mouth is visible. She walks slowly over to the table with the punch bowl on it. Harry gets closer.

She picks up the spoon and pours her some of the light red punch into a plastic cup. She sips on it and suddenly feels a hand on her waist. She turns around and looks at him. Harry. His mask covering his eyes and nose, and just like most here, only his mouth is able to be seen.She smiles lightly, feeling insecure, because of her braces. She has a few months left to wear them. She hates them.She's sure she's the only one here with braces, but right now..the thought sorta goes away.

He takes her hand and pulls her to him as she sits her cup down.''Would you care to dance?''He whispers in her ear.''I'd love to.''She whispers back and he smirks lightly and walks her onto the floor. "Perfect song.''He mumbles as he pulls her close. Stay With Me comes on. One of Harry's favorites. Especially for something like this.

Harry's body is touching her's perfectly. He feels the bottom of her dress on top of his feet, but he could care less. He watches as her blue eyes stare up at his. ''What's your name?''He says in a soft voice.''Bree.''She whispers.''You?''She asks him.''Harry.'' She smiles lightly at his accent. There's a lot of different kind of people in New Orleans, but she's never met a British person. She likes it.

"You look amazing.''Harry says to her.She smiles lightly as she blushes, the mask covering that though. "You do too.''She says referring to his tux, perfect hair, and single rose pin hooked to his blazer. ''Thank you.''He whispers. Harry can't help but the peer down at her chest. He notices a rectangular bulge. ''What are you looking at..?''She asks.He looks back at her eyes.

''Nothing..um..just..well..you.''He admits. She looks down at her chest and rolls her eyes with a smile.She lets one of his hands go and reaches into the bust of her gown. She pulls out her phone and Harry mentally slaps himself in the face.''This?''She laughs lightly. He adores her laugh.''Yeah.''He says.''I don't have pockets...as you can tell.''She says with a small laugh.

''Here..I'll hold it for you.''He says and she hands it too him. She also hands him her IPod. She takes it every where. He puts the two things in his pocket and they continue with their dance. ''So..Bree.''He pauses.''Would you mind if I'd ask you a few questions?"He says.

Bree was always warned about boys these days. They just want to get in your pants, as her mom told her. She hestitates to answer, but parts her lips. Harry watches as she takes a deep breathe and says....

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