It was the 23rd of December. The masquerade was tonight. It was seven o'clock in the evening, we'd just met Heratio and his family at a restaurant to eat dinner together. Now Marion and I were getting ready.
"Heratio is kind of hot, you know." said Marion as I sat behind her, pinning her hair onto her head.
I snorted, jabbing the back of her head with a hair grip. "Whatever you say Mari."
"Don't you think?" she persisted, looking at me in the mirror we were in front of. "His hair is kind of like Harry Styles's hair."
I snorted. "If Harry Styles is your thing."
"Whether you like One Direction or not, Harry Styles is hot. Cupcake. Wait, isn't Heratio's nickname 'Harry'?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said, cautious about where Marion was taking this.
"Well then, where's my Niall Horan?" she s
