Masked // Harry Styles.
Harry stared down at me, his expression confused. "It was you. No, I know it was you."
Before I could stop myself, I'm shaking my head as I tried to get my hand free from his. "No, you're wrong. I'm not--"
"No," Harry pulled me back to him as his eyes burned into mine. "Look at me, Imogen. Look me in the eye and tell me you're not her."
"I don't know whose bright idea it was to turn the prom into a masquerade ball, but whoever it was, I'm going to kick them in the balls for it."
― Melyssa Winchester