Masked (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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From: Emma 

hey bebz! you should come with the girls and I to a party :D

To: Emma 

im not into that whole scene.. besides im having a shitload of fun with my algebra textbook

From: Emma 

is that some kind of weird fetish? Anyway, it'll be fun I promise and besides we have to talk to you about something

I debated in my head whether I should go or not. It was either going with them or staying home and studying.

To: Emma 

fine what time?

From: Emma 

send me your address we'll be there asap we want to dress you up :)

I texted her my address and sat on my bed in my tank top and pajama pants with my hair pulled into a bun at the top of my head. I decided to put all my textbooks away because they weren't going to be put to any use tonight. By the time I finished putting everything away I heard the doorbell ring and seconds later my mum's voice echoed through the house, "Riley! Your friends are here!"  

I went to the top of the stairs and gestured for them to come upstairs. The three of them climbed up the stairs and into my room. Emma was the last one to enter my room and she closed my bedroom door. 

"What should I wear?" I asked them. 

"Scarlett brought something for you." Bobby said. 

"What are you guys wearing?"  

Emma picked up a big tote bag and put it on my bed, "Everything is in here." 

Scarlett pulled out a red strapless peplum dress and handed it to me. 

"Oh I don't know about this." I said as I held the fabric in my hand. 

"Just try it on." Emma said as she pushed me towards the door. 

I gave in and went to the bathroom to try on the dress. I removed my tank top and pajama pants and slid into the red material. It fit good at the top but the fabric cligged onto my waist down which showed my curves. It was up to my mid-thigh and made me feel like I was showing way too much skin. It made me feel insecure. I wasn't 100% comfortable with showing my body off. It's not that I was fat it's just that I didn't want to give myself the wrong image.  

I walked out of the bathroom and back into the room where the three other girls had their dresses on already.  

Bobby was wearing a red tight fitting skater dress that was up to her upper thigh with white creepers with black stitching. 

Scarlett was wearing a black one sleeve dress that only reached to under her bum. 

And Emma wore a pink flowly mid sleeve dress with a black Moschino belt that I could've easily mistaken as a shirt. 

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I suddenly felt less insecure because compared to them, I was dressed more conservative.  

"You look perfect! Now sit so we can do your make-up and hair."  

I gave her a small smile and sat down. I certainly didn't feel perfect.  

"You said you had something to tell me?" 

"Wait 'till we finish everything." Bobby said. 

They gave me smoky eyeshadow and matte burgundy lipstick, and of course mascara and blush to show some kind of contour and to "bring out my cheekbones". I looked in the mirror as they transformed me to a totally new girl. I wasn't used to seeing my face with make-up on. I never really wear it. I didn't have a reason to and I didnt understand why girls wore it just for the hell of it.