When You Know

When Sunday rolled around, Harry found he was the first to awaken. He'd spent the night sleeping between two camping chairs, still refusing to shove himself between his two flatmates. It had been uncomfy, yes, but the amount of shots they'd shared in Red Camp the night before had dulled any pain. Now, he'd beaten the hangover and was just sitting idly waiting for his friends to crawl their way out of their tents. It was the only time he regretted not having his phone - with nothing else to do all he managed was watching other people walk by their tiny campsite. Eventually, boredom got the better of him and he was slipping quietly into Will's tent to retrieve a new t-shirt to wear for the day. His hair felt horrible and there was mud still caked up both his legs, but he thought it'd have to do for now. At least he'd had the decency to change.

All he could think about last night as they partied was the girl on the Main Stage and how she'd never experienced anything like it. She was so close to everything, but branded by a working logo and restrained to one stage was no experience. He hadn't even thought that much about it, or her, that morning, but his feet were still carrying him in the same direction as if they knew something he didn't.

There she was, looking a lot fresher than he was. Her hair was still slicked back into a ponytail, but it was still soft and looked like she at least had better access to water than the rest of the festival. She was hand in hand with another guy, jumping up and down on the spot. For a second, Harry's stomach fell to his feet. This guy was completely different to anything he'd ever be, or even seen. He had almost identical black, dyed hair and was wearing a black dress. Pink socks were pulled up his calves too, clearly not another member of production. His brain hesitated, yet his feet were still moving. He wasn't sure if it was curiosity or something deeper, but he couldn't find himself able to pull away.

'You ready?' Murphy practically yelled.

'I'm fuckin' ready,' the guy yelled back at her, still jumping.

Harry watched on as she concentrated on her headset for a brief second, grabbing the guy's hands again as they both disappeared up the stairs to the stage. Of course, he thought. Another artist. Without warning, his feet were on the stairs, crashing into the back of Murphy who was slowly stepping backwards down them.

'Shit, sorry,' he panicked, grabbing her shoulders to stop her from slipping.

'Oh my god,' she doubled over, hand clutched over her chest. 'Fucking hell, don't scare a girl like that.'

'Sorry, sorry,' he was still panicking. 'I was just bored, I can go.'

'It's fine,' Murphy caught her breath. 'Where's your friends?'

'Sleeping, still. They stayed at Red Camp until it closed so I don't think they'll be up for ages.'

'Walk and talk,' she waved, speeding off towards the back of the stage. 'So, your friends are asleep, you're bored, now you're skulking around the Main Stage again.'

'Pretty much,' Harry laughed, realising how nonsensical it all seemed when it was spelled out for him. 'I honestly, I just thought you might wanna hang out.'

'Hang out?'

'Yeah, like, just hang out. See the festival or something, I don't know.' Harry stumbled.

'I'd love to, but I'm still working,' she looked genuinely apologetic for it.

'Right, shit, 'course. I'll leave you to it, sorry about that, I'll see you around or something.'

'You could...' Murphy paused for a second, stopping dead in her tracks. 'If you're that bored, you could come round with me?'

'You're putting me to work?' He laughed. 'I mean, sure, I'll do it.'