1. Emma Watson


    Date: 2/24/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: jojo747400, Rating: 87, Source: xHamster

    kick-arse hair and makeup tips from the girls at Vogue." "So you're enjoying Australia then?" "I love it. The people here are great. People here have much less of a "fuck you" attitude than the States and are less snooty and pretentious than England." "You've clearly never been to Melbourne." "And you've clearly never been to Brown University or London," she replied, laughing. She took a few more chips off my plate which brought a smile to my face. I hadn't expected to be sharing food with Emma Watson. Such small innocent acts like this brought me more joy than I thought possible. "I'm sorry I seem to be eating all your food but I've barely eaten a thing since breakfast. The studios been running me ragged. I'm starving." "Don't worry. I like watching you eat." This time she visibly blushed. I sat there for a moment trying to figure out if what I just said was charming or creepy. I suspected the latter. In order to change topics, I said, "Oh, I almost forgot." I reached into my bag on the barstool beside me and pulled out a copy of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". She laughed the moment she saw it and took my pen without question. "You didn't think you'd get away without signing something did you?" I said. "Don't worry, I'm use to it,' she laughed, before adding; "Such a shame though, I was starting to like you, but you just had to bring up Harry Potter didn't you?!" "What wrong with Harry Potter?!" I chuckled. "You obviously don't like talking about your work. I ...
    don't like talking about mine. And seriously, of all the books you got 'Deathly Hallows' " "I would've gotten 'Prisoner of Azkaban' but they were sold out." "Shame, it's my favourite." She finished writing something on the inside of the book and handed it back to me. I put it back into bag without another word. Emma ordered another drink having already finished her first. We lapsed into a momentary silence. I looked at her carefully for a moment and realised she was tapping her foot on the floor furiously and simultaneously tearing apart a napkin. I realised just then that for whatever reason, she was nervous. Why, I could not say. But then it dawned on me that for all her fame and riches, she was still a 23 year old girl having a drink at a bar with a guy she just met. Could it be that she was just as scared of me as I was of her? Even the mere notion seemed ridiculous, but here we are. After a moment, she said, and I suspected more to break the silence than anything else: "A signed copy of that book will fetch you a few hundred quid on eBay." "I'll keep that in mind." More silence. She just sat at the bar leaning heavily on one elbow sipping her beer. I peered beneath the makeup and realised how tired she was. I just sat in Court all day but now that I actually thought what she said, I realised she must've been on the move constantly. "Tired?" I asked. "Very. And jet-lagged," she explained. I watched her as she brought the cold beer to her lips and drank almost a third of the ...
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