Out of the Woods

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When you're in the industry, you tend to meet a lot of people. These people, I've put into two categories. The first category are the people that are real, and are in it because they live what they do, the second category are people that are fake, they do it for the fame and for the money, not for the art. You learn to read body language. You know who cares and who doesn't. Right now, I see Harry Styles' body language and for once in my life, I couldn't read it.

Confusion was etched onto my face, I'm sure. He made his way through the crowd, emotionless or so I think. The closer he got to me, the more I see him. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green with hazel specks, his body was lean and tall, his hair was a mess, and I must say, I can look at him all day.

"You've been staring. Don't you know that's rude?" He smiled as he said it. Way to go Harry Styles, I thought you had better words. Two can play this game though.

"Is it rude? I just like to make it known when I'm interested," I bit my lip and I swear he gulped loudly and I started to see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. One point for Swift.

"We can go to the back to get you a better view of your interest," he plastered a smile onto his face. I felt my knees go weak. His voice sent tingles running down my spine. Mr. Styles does it again.

"Maybe we can go somewhere more, let's say, private?" I threw in a quick wink, and in that moment I realized that, there are tents indoors.