The Hills [h.s. au]

02

02.

Alivia Jane Ambrose

All of us are lined up by the entrance at The Garden Gate as the lights from all the paparazzi peek through the glass doors. I have no idea how they also find us but they somehow, always do. It's been this way since I was born, the voices all hitting you at once, the flashing lights, the snapping to try and get your attention, all of it. The sad part of this is that it was probably our parents who tipped them off. It's always been the same thing with them, the same philosophy over and over again.

Any publicity is good publicity.

I turn on my heel to look back at Lennon, I hand her my faux leather jacket along with my purse as my hands find my belt to adjust it. The sound of my rings clink against it as I turn it so it faces the correct way. I swing my head back to nod my head at Lennon as she nods back, the rest of the boys, along with Harry standing behind her. We've developed this system since we were little kids. I go out first, curse out the paparazzi, open the car door to whatever form of transportation we're using, and everyone else follows.

My hands push the doors open, the glass allowing me to see the paparazzi being pushed back from the doors swinging open. My feet carry me out so I'm now standing on the cement right outside the entrance. I run my hands through my hair, giving it some volume as the clicking and flashing lights from the cameras surround me.

I cup my hands around my mouth as I shout, "Fuck you forever!" Holding my middle finger on my left hand up in the air while my right grabs the black car handle to the Horan family's private chauffeur. I give the driver a light wave, seeing him nod in the rearview mirror as I turn back around to wave my hand at everyone to come out.

Lennon and Flynn are the first to come out, Flynn's arm wrapped around Lennon as she keeps her head down with her arms filled with a mix of my stuff . His hand is blocking the side of her face so all the camera flashes don't blind her. "You guys can go home!" I shout. "I think that's enough stalking for today!"

The Kender kids slide themselves into the car followed by Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn in that order. Harry is the last to approach the car, his hands crossed over his chest as he keeps his eyes on the ground until he reaches the car. I step in front of him waving my pointer finger at him like I'm scolding a toddler, "Uh uh, Styles. I don't know who you think you are but you're not getting in before me." I spit. Sticking my middle finger out the door as I slide in. I hear him scoff under his breath as I find my seat next to Lennon in the limousine.

She moves her head from resting on Flynn's shoulder to resting on mine, her blonde curls brush against my exposed skin as she moves my items from her lap into mine. Harry slides in next to Niall, along with shutting the door behind him. Within the minute the vehicle begins pulling out and away from The Garden Gate. I pull my phone out of my pocket as it buzzes in my hand, a news article flashes onto the screen as I read the headline.

Alivia Jane Ambrose Curses Out Paparazzi Again While Exiting Bar.

A picture of me from not even five minutes ago being attached to the article. Specifically the one where I'm holding the car door open with my middle finger in the air. The headlines are just going to continue rolling in and I know for a fucking fact my parents won't be happy with my, in their words, outburst. So I might as well get into even more trouble with them while I'm at it.

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The strobing lights and blaring music fills my senses as I step into the Horan mansion. The marble flooring under my feet as the driver holds open the double doors for everyone, the entryway alone is filled with so many sweaty bodies pressed together. Red solo cups in almost everyone's hands, if not some other kind of alcoholic drink.