One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Masked identity - Niall imagine

A/n: OKEY!

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"Why did I let you talk me into this?" Niall asks, as he pull on the long jacket.

You laugh.

"Come on, love, it's gonna be fun."

You had convinced Niall into going on a masquerade ball, that was held in a mansion right outside the city. The theme was the 18th century, and you had been so excited all week to go. It was just his nerves messing with him, he had been totally fine with it when you first asked.

You turn to Niall.

"Babe, can help me?" You hold out the necklace against him, tilting your head to the side and pout. He grins.

"Absolutely." He takes it from your hand, lifts it over your head, and close it up. His hands linger, and you shiver. Soft lips touches your skin, and you close your eyes for a split second.

"You're beautiful." You open your eyes again, and look at him over your shoulder.

"Thank you." You take his hand, and twirl around to face him. "You look pretty good yourself."

You both get out to the car, you having a hard time to sit down properly with your dress. You drive in silence until you reach the big house.

There's filled up with cars up front, so many you can't count them. People with colorful outfits are beaming together upon the cobble walk to the grand doors. Niall parks on the opposite side of the road, and offers his hand to help you out. You put on your masks, yours a light pink covered in lace, his a black being made of leather. Side by side you walk through the gates, up the stone path, and through the doors.

The music indoors isn't classic, by any means, but it still feels like you stepped through a magic mirror and fell into romantic story. The one where the boy is arrogant, and the girl is kind hearted. Where they don't like each other, but then find themselves lying about there feeling through saying so.

"Wanna dance?" Niall asks and you nod. You make your way into one of the big ballrooms scattered along the crowded hallway. The lightning is dim, contours only thing you can make out. The sound of dresses, jackets and heels. You hear whispers, quiet and low about scandalous things, this is the social life alright.

You spin under Niall's arm and turns back again. He grins against you, and brings his hand over your head, twirling you around once more.

"You heard about Joline?" You swing away from his embrace.

"I heard he left them all alone." He catches your waist, dipping you back low. You sneak around him, and he pulls you back again.

"She jumped because of HIM." The song ends, and the mumbles are impossible to make out anymore.

Niall puts his hands around your waist, and you swing to the rhythm of the new song.

"It's quite like a movie." You say, looking up at him.

"Ya think so? Why?"

"Because everyone act like we are in some sort of society where status is everything, and one bad move and you're ruined." You turn to face him, placing your arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.

"Have you ever done anything to ruin your reputation?" He asks with raised eyebrows.

You laugh.

"No, not that I can think of."

"Then let me remind you that you did one of the most horrible crimes." He smiles. "You manipulated your boyfriend so you could go to this ball." Your laugh falls from your lips, like pearls hitting the dance floor.

"Then you, my good sir, have also committed a crime." Leaning forward 'til your lips touches his ear you whisper "You stole my heart."

"But you returned the favor." He steps away. "Want something to drink?" You nod, following his back with your eyes as he shuffles through the crowd.

You yourself withdraw to the outside of the floor, leaning against a bureau. Your reflection is shown in a gold framed mirror haning above it, letting you fix your hair from falling out of the messy bun you've created with your curled hair.

A couple pushes you on their way out. They do not look like they arrived together.

You go back to fixing your hair, and then step back out on the dance floor. A lot of men ask to dance with you, but you reject them, telling them you aren't there for a hook up.

Then something changes, and the man refuses to leave. You tell him you do not wish to dance with him, as old-fashioned as it sounds, but he takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards him. You fight back, actually getting quite scared, nobody around noticing what happens.

"Leave me alone!" You yell, trying to get anyone to hear that this isn't right. The man jankes your hand harder, so hard you almost fall into him. Trying to push away you get pulled though the mass of people, dark minds, and perfumes of lust.

"Let go!"

Your hand is being released and you stumble a few steps forward. Confused you let your eyes scan the people in front of you. Your captor has fallen through the gaps, and is nowhere to be seen.

Something touches your back and you swing around. A masked grin meets you. You start to pull away, until your eyes wander higher and you recognize his bleached hair.

"Were you worried, love?" He asks and sneaks his arms around your middle.

You sigh.

"A bit." You nuzzle further into his embrace, and he holds you tight.

"He won't bother you again, love. I can assure you that."

You look up to meet his slightly worried blues, a smile growing to your lips.

"Your second sin, mr Horan. You knocked out a person."

Niall pulls you closer to him.

"Yea, but he deserved it."

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A/n: I'm not very good at this, no. Not at all. Thanks for reading and hope you stick around.