#masqueraded

in the age of posting anything and everything personal on your instagram story, i choose to be a tumblr blogger with a masquerade and i can assure you all that i am not a completely happy or entirely sad soul. Hence, bittersweet-masquerade. Oh! the 13 is all me being a swiftie coded. Looking forward to post about my bittersweet life on here.

        "Katherine how... horrible to see you."

Another Zouis one shot :D it's different from the others. Its kinda sexual :P

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, cause my english isn't the best xP  yeah anyways, as always enjoy :D xx

I've been watching him the whole night already. Every step he took. Every move he made. My eyes were fixed on him. The way he moved his body perfectly to the rhythm of the music, pulled me into his spell. I was yearning to know who he was. I grabbed my bottle of beer and took a huge sip, eyes still resting on this magical moving boy on the dancefloor. "Hey man." I got a slight slap on the back and almost spit out my beer. I pulled my eyes away from the boy I was staring at, turning my head to the right to look at the person who was laughing at my reaction. "Niall?" I raised an eyebrow, looking at the masqueraded boy next to me. "How do you know who I am?" he pouted, obviously he thought his mask would not make him recognizable that easy. I just smirked at him and simply said "Your laugh always reveals you." He let out a sigh and dropped on the chair next to mine, grabbing my beer and taking a sip. "Yeah sure man, you can have a sip." I said, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice. Even though I didn't really care that he didn't ask me. Niall and I have been friends for a long time now. 5 years to be exact and I wouldn't know where I'd be without my little leprechaun. He always helped me out of the most stupid situations I got myself into. Though he was younger, he was definitly more mature at times. "I know, you just love me that much Zayn." he laughed. I shook my head smiling and ruffled his hair. "Of course I do." He looked at me, his eyes clearly visible through the mask. "Why aren't you masqueraded?" he asked, after just looking at me for a while. I shrugged, my eyes being fixed again on the boy I have watched before Niall appeared. Damn, this boy never seemed to get tired. He hasn't once left the dancefloor for at least 2 hours.

"Who are you looking at?" Niall asked, poking my shoulder to get my attention back. I looked at him, putting on a smile which obviously revealed that I was lying. "No one particular. Just watching some people dance." He nodded his head. "Sure and I'm the tooth fairy. So now tell me who it is." he threw his hands in the air and then slapped them back down on his lap. I knew that he won't give up until I told him, so I put a hand under his chin and turned his head to the dancefloor. "This guy over there, in the red pants and the striped shirt." I purred and pointed at him. Niall let out a laugh, probably caused by the tone of my voice, but I didn't care. There was just something special about this boy, that I couldn't help but sound like a hopelessly falling in love teenager. "So he is the reason you've been just sitting at the bar, staring at the 'dancefloor' the whole time?" Niall's voice, leaving a hint of confusion of the blonde boy, snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yeah. Was it that obvious?" I bit my lip, looking back at Niall who nodded. "It was, very obvious to be exact. But what I don't understand..." Niall paused for a second, looking to the boy and then back at me. "Why don't you just go over there and talk to him, Zayn?" That was a good question. I haven't even thought about just walking up to him, asking for his name or anything. Probably because he seemed so unreachable for me. "I don't know." I mumbled, looking down at my hands that played with the hem of my shirt. "Are you okay?" Niall asked, worry sounding in his voice. I nodded, not looking up at him. I acted like an idiot, I knew that but somehow I couldn't help it. I've never been the shy type, more the opposite. I'd always just walk up to any girl or boy that attracted me. But this time it was different. I couldn't get the guts to walk over there. Maybe it was cause only his body and the way he moved attracted me, since his face was hidden behind a mask. If I'd seen his face, maybe then I could bring myself to talk to him. Or maybe I'm just using this as excuse to make myself believe that it wasn't me, being shy all of the sudden. "Zayn. Come on, let's dance." Niall said suddenly, a huge smile appearing on his face as I looked up at him confused. Why wanted he to dance now? Before I could say anything, Niall had pulled me up from the chair and on the dancefloor.

I just stood there, watching Niall move around, causing me to laugh a little because he looked pretty weird. I looked around me, realizing that I was the only one not moving. I was about to leave the dancefloor as suddenly someone pressed their body against my back, wrapping their arms around me. "Why won't you just dance with me, since you've been watching me all night?" a voice whispered in my ear, causing my body to tense up even more than it already did. I felt a hot breath against the back of my neck, my pulse rising and my heartbeat getting faster. In a matter of seconds I was turned around, facing the person infront of me. It's really been the boy, I couldn't take my eyes off of, all night. His eyes were still hidden behind a mask and cause of the lack of light, on the dancefloor I couldn't even see them through it. He smirked at me, his hands placed on my sides as he moved his body to the beat of the music. I started to loosen up a bit, moving my body in sync with his. He pulled me closer, pressing his body into mine and his head resting slightly onto my shoulder as his warm breath hit my neck again. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I could feel his lips against the skin of my neck, his tongue playing over it causing me to let out a quiet groan of pleasure. If we weren't surrounded by so many people, I would have jumped onto him right now, but I controled myself. He kept on working on my neck. He pulled some of my skin between his lips, nibbling a bit on it before starting to suck. He either just tried to leave a mark or he wanted to drive me insane. Maybe even both of it. His hands were slipped under my shirt, his fingertips gently digging into my lower back, while he thrusted his hips into mine. I was enjoying this definitly too much, until I realized what I was just doing. I pushed him off of me quickly and ran out of the club.

The cold air hitting my body, causing me to shiver since it's just been really hot in there. I wrapped my arms around myself, walking around and trying to clear my mind. What the hell have I just done? Why did I let him do this to me? I enjoyed it, no doubt about that, but still. I didn't even know his name. I sat down on the ground, leaning against a wall and hugged my knees. The pictures of what happened just a few minutes ago came into my mind. I could feel his breath and lips onto my neck all over again. I put a hand onto my neck, rubbing with my thumb over the place he had sucked. A little smile came to my face at the memory, but it dissappeared as fast as it appeared. I ran away. Leaving him behind, probably shocked and confused. Maybe even worried that he'd done anything wrong. I got up and walked back to the club. Someone was standing in front of it. I didn't recognize the person from that far, but the closer I got , I saw who it was. The boy I danced with, that I stared at since the second I laid my eyes on him. He stood there, looking around, maybe looking after me? He still had his mask on and it drove me slightly mad. Why couldn't he just take it off already? I tried to walked past him, without him noticing me but of course he did. "Hey you!" he grabbed my arm, causing me to stop and look at him. "Y-yeah?" I gulped, biting my lip as I looked at his hand around my arm. He let my arm go and took a step away. "Why did you ran away?" he had put his hands into his pockets, looking at me. "Why are you still wearing that mask?" I asked back, looking at him as well. He tilted his head to the side lightly, smirking cheeky. "Someone's curious what I look like?" I nodded. Actually I expected him to get mad at me for not answering his question, but he didn't seem mad at all.

"Why don't you just help me take it off then?" He smirked even wider, stepping closer to me again. I still didn't know what it was about him but I started getting shy again. I looked down at my shoes, my fingers intertwined into each other. I stood there