The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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A/N:
Here's a short recap video from Dirtybird Campout 2017. Hopefully this helps you visualize the environment. :) <3

Bee's POV:

My heart-shaped sunglasses rested on the bridge of my nose as my eyes fixated on the person standing in the crowd in front of me.

My mind sped up at a million miles per minute, thinking of every reason this was not Harry standing ten feet away, in front me, here.

1. That is the most basic Rave Bro outfit I've ever seen in my life. Surely Harry would have something better to wear.
2. It's not like those sunglasses that I left with Harry were a one-of-a-kind... I bought them at some nameless thrift shop for like $3. It just so happens that I've never seen anyone else wear them. Until now.

Was this person looking at me? I couldn't see their eyes in this lighting, just the gold of the mouth-shaped lenses glaring in the sunlight.

"Hey," I shouted over the noise, tapping Jer's shoulder and taking my eyes off of Rave Bro for just a moment to say, "You're killing it, thanks for letting me chill up here for a bit. I'm gonna head back down!"

Jer nodded and smiled mindlessly, continuing on with his disco set. It was the first time I had a close friend DJing on the main stage - Jer had been DJing in Seattle for several years and attended Campout in the same group as me each time I'd gone. I was glad to be a small part of this moment for him, especially since it seemed like everyone was liking his style. Plus, the fact that he was given a sunset slot to play his set was a huge compliment from the event organizers at the label.

I quickly scurried past the folks in VIP to get down the stairs and jog to the main crowd, making sure to stop and take a couple pictures of Jer onstage.

Jer was starting a mix of another song then as he neared the end of his set time with the sun growing heavier in the sky, and the crowd became more enthusiastic with their bouncing as they reacted to the funky disco beat. The groups who had been sitting suddenly stood to join in on the fun.

I stood on my tip toes in the front corner of the crowd, looking around for a few moments before finding Rave Bro. He was in the same spot, swaying gently to the beat. With his hood up, gaiter pulled over his mouth and nose, and the familiar gold sunglasses glaring in the sun, it was hard to tell if he was looking around or if he was just on whatever kinds of drugs. If it was the latter, then I didn't want to march up to the dude and scare him. But I swore he had been looking at me when I was on the stage.

I weighed my options in my head as I went around the side of the crowd, then weaved effortlessly through the groups of colorful dancers until I was a couple of feet away from the stranger, settling into a space just a bit behind him. I watched him closely for a moment, noting his head still seemed to be moving around like he was looking for someone. Me?

Becoming frustrated with myself, I huffed and marched up right behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

He swung around immediately, stopping his dancing for just a moment before starting to bounce again, facing me.

The total lack of reaction threw me off, so I just shouted a, "Hi," leaning in toward him slightly.

He only lifted his arm and waved casually, encouraging me to dance with him.