The Hills [h.s. au]

05

05.

Alivia Jane Ambrose

A red slim fitting dress with a square neckline, gathered sides, and a built in bust that's made of ribbed material adorns my body. Black knee high boots covering my feet while my uniform silver necklaces and rings reside on my neck and fingers. My lips are covered in a bright red lip, along with my nails being repainted their normal red color compared to earlier tonight's sparkly silver that they were coated in. Some leftover curls still take form in my hair as well.

I'm currently heading to a party at the Kender's house. It's tradition for the kids in Beverly Hills; after every gala held at my house one of the other kids hosts the after party. The after parties to put it simple are nothing close to being similar to the gala themselves. There's alcohol, one night stands, sometimes drugs, it just really depends on who shows up.

I grab my standard small black purse with a silver chain, I toss my phone, lipstick, keys, and any other things I think could be necessary. I do a once over of my appearance before I head out the door. I prefer to have one of our private drivers take me to these types of events, purely so I don't feel an obligation to stay semi-sober.

After a day full of faking smiles, and acting like the perfect daughter I want to blackout and not remember a single thing from tonight. The goal is to walk out stumbling drunk, high off drugs, high off sex, or all of the above because today was beyond draining.

As a kid the galas were fun, they were a place for me to dress up and join my parents on their "adult" activities, I felt like a grown up. A grown up in a world where children don't belong. As I got older the pressure gradually became more and more. It went from being five and just having to look nice, to nine and having to wear heels, to fifteen and practicing posture, to where I am now having to act like the perfect child at these events.

Maybe this is why I act out in my free time, this could be the reason for when I'm on my own I break all the rules I was taught when I was younger.

The car that was traveling as I fell down the rabbit hole of my thoughts comes to a stop right in front of the Kender's house. Our driver gives me a light nod before I step out of the car, I return him with a light smile and a wave. He'll be waiting outside for the entirety of the party, it's been this way since my first party; he just stays so it's easier for the both of us.

The walkway up to the Kender house is shaking from the music that's booming inside the residency. I walk through the door that is left ajar for all the guests to walk in, their normal nice tile flooring is covered in confetti and balloons. Red solo cups are littered across the floor reminiscent of alcohol in almost all of them. The humidity and smell of bodies being pressed together from dancing all night fill the air.

The best way to describe this is that it smells of sex.

Lennon normally meets me by the door at parties so I linger by the door for a little bit just in case she's a little late. Commotion from the kitchen catches my attention so I decide to make my way over to that section of the house. I'm greeted by a circle of people that formed around the island, I push myself through the crowd of people till I'm soon met with Lennon laying on the counter top while Niall takes a body shot off of her.

Len lays in a simple leather two piece, a bandeau top with thin black straps keeping it up. Her bottom half in a small mini skirt, the pairing really shows off her figure while her feet wear a simple pair of black strappy heels.

Niall laps his tongue over the liquid that's been placed on the exposed skin of Lennon's torso. Her hands lace through his hair to guide him on where to continue, ever so often her hands tug him up to her lips. When it becomes time for Niall to go back down to the liquor still present on her he drags his lips down her jaw, neck, and chest till he reaches his destination.

Her face is screwed up in pure ecstasy and light moans leave her lips as she bends her knees so her feet can rest on the counter. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they end up fucking later tonight, everyone in our group has banged each other with the exception of Len and Flynn for obvious reasons.

They continue their actions as I make contact with none other than the guy who's foot I stomped on earlier today. I make my way over to the other side of the counter where he resides, quickly grabbing myself a red solo cup and pouring whatever alcohol I come across first in it.

I swish the liquid around a bit before taking a sip. Tequila. The liquid burns down my throat before I'm standing in front of him. He wears a simple pair of blue jeans and black t-shirt that expose his arms that are the home to many tattoos. I run my tongue across the front of my teeth before speaking to him "If it isn't the guy who can't handle a little pain." I taunt.

A grin forming its way onto my face as he snickers at my comment. "You're acting like you can handle so much, Little Miss Daddy's Money." he rebuttals, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He flicks the beat up top open and pulls one out, placing it betweens his lips as he quickly lights the end of it with the lighter that's also tucked in the pack.

"A little hand squeeze didn't mean anything to me." I fire back, he merely hums as he takes a drag of the cigarette. I brush some of my hair off my shoulder so it falls on my back, the square neckline of my dress now being on display. "I can take a lot more than you think, Styles."

He simply hums, putting the cigarette back between his lips taking a drag of it before he drops it onto the floor snuffing it out with his foot before he grabs my drink and takes a sip. "Thanks for that Little Miss Daddy's Money, looks like you can be good for something." he comments, handing the red solo cup back to me.

"You asshole." I lightly curse, my eyes staring at the drink before my gut reaction takes over. I throw the liquid at him right before I throw the actual cup at him.

"You bitch." he curses as he looks at his shirt where the majority of the liquid landed. Soon enough he's taking the fabric up to his mouth to suck the tequila out of it. In turn he's exposing his torso which apparently is home to a butterfly tattoo. "You know if this got out it would undo what just happened at the gala."

"And since when did I give a shit about the public perception of my family?" I rebuttal. I don't and he should've figured that out by now. The only reason I danced with him in the first place is because his own mother suggested it.

"Since when did you do what your mother says?" he questions. The fact he thinks that I actually listen to my mother is absolutely infuriating to me. If it was up to my mother I would be a shut in who only shows her face at high end events, things she coordinates, or my classes. Parties would be out of the question, my friends too.

"First off, I don't listen to my mother. And second of all, I only did it because your mother suggested it, Styles."

A simple hum leaves his lips as he continues to suck the tequila out of his shirt. His eyes simply scan me up and down before he speaks, "Whatever you say Little Miss Daddy's Money." When the last word leaves his mouth a confetti popper goes off in the back, sending not only confetti but also glitter everywhere.

"Well I don't know about you, Styles, but I came here to blackout. So hopefully I don't see you around." I comment, dancing my fingers along his shoulder before walking away from him and out of the crowd to make my way back to the drinks.

With our parents knowing each other and presumably being friends I'm probably gonna have a summer with him in it. And I'm not looking forward to it.