Youth [m.c.]

1// @halcyon

"Olivia!" My mother called to me from our living room.

"Coming!" I yelled back to her, leaving my large bedroom and going down our spiral staircase.

"Your father and I are going to the ESPY Awards tonight. There's an after party and we're staying in a hotel. We'll be back by morning. Okay, my little love?" She smiled as she touched up her lipstick.

My father retired from the NFL three years ago, and now he's coaching his old team, the San Fransisco 49ers. We usually lived in Beverly Hills, but during the season, which was most of the year, my dad lived in our house in San Fransisco while we stayed in Beverly Hills. My mom was a model/actress. It was convenient for us to live in Beverly Hills, since it's close to LA, and that's where most of her work was. I didn't really do anything too much. I modeled on occasion, and I acted when I was little. I loved to sing and produce music, but never pursued it because I knew it would get hated on just because of who my parents were. Everyone said that I never deserved the fame.

"Yeah, mom," I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too, Olivia," she said, softly hugging me and walking out the front door and into a limo.

I was all alone in our 7,000 square foot house. There was an infinity pool overlooking the city, and every bedroom had a wall of windows to look at the same cityscape. There was a movie theatre and a gym in the basement, five bedrooms, six bathrooms, two living rooms, and one giant kitchen. It was extremely beautiful, but extremely lonely. I was an only child, and most of my friends are famous too.

My friends and I were  the "Mini-Squad" which everyone and anyone thought of as a mini Taylor Swift squad. Zendaya, Bella Thorne, Chloe Grace Moretz, Sophie Turner, Hailee Steinfeld, Kendall Jenner, Hailey Baldwin, and I were usually the ones hanging out together. And usually other models and maybe Kylie Jenner too. It got kind of tiring. They were great friends, but we were always in the spotlight. I loved them, but they were always busy with something.

Sometimes there were maids in the house, but tonight was not one of those nights. I was all alone in our mansion.

I went down to the screening room and put on the ESPY Awards to watch, but I knew I would probably walk away after the red carpet.

After an hour, the actually show came on and, as exciting as John Cena is, I pulled out my phone and went on Twitter.

Currently, there was #DylviaTyberry trending worldwide. It was me and Dylan Sprayberry, and we weren't even dating. We're just friends. I played a small part in a Teen Wolf episode for season 6, which was coming out in September, and Dylan and I grabbed coffee after we filmed, and apparently people saw and were freaking out about it.

"Ugh," I mumbled to myself, scrolling through the hashtag. There were threats and insults, and some people supported it, but it wasn't the majority either. But it didn't matter, because Dylan and I weren't a couple.

And there were also the usual comments, the ones that I got on a daily basis.

@OliviaJoTyler Why are you even famous? All you did was get born into the fame. You don't deserve it

They were normal for me, and I'd been getting them since I was little. They hurt, but I had gotten used to it. Everyone got hate, even the ones who weren't doing anything.

This hate was why I never put my music out there. I was afraid that if it got popular, people wouldn't think it was popular because of me. They would think that my parents bought the fame for me. I was not going to let that happen.

But I wanted to put up my music. I wanted it to be heard because it was important to me. My lyrics meant something to me.

I couldn't show my face, though. I couldn't let people think that my parents bought me my fame, or bought me the track I was singing to.

I went to my makeup vanity, taking out all of the dark palettes that I owned. I was going to make a mask, like the ones that I'd seen so many times in movies. But instead of it being a real mask, it would be makeup. I intricately made a lacy looking masquerade mask, put on bright red lipstick, and, for a final touch, added a beauty mark above my lip.

I put on a cute, tight, and white lace dress with a black leather jacket and threw on some bracelets. I put tight curls in my hair and got my camera out.

"Okay," I sighed, taking a deep breath.

I set up my camera downstairs on the grand piano, so the only things visible were my face, my upper body, the piano keys, and the blank white wall behind me.

"Hi," I sighed to the camera. "This is my song."

I began playing the notes and chords, and one by one, my song started to come together. I began to sing, and everything sounded perfect.

"The rain came pouring down, but I was already drowning. And my love hit the ground, but I was already drowning. Oh I was already drowning. Oh I was already drowning," I slowly sang.

I finished my song and looked straight into the lens.

"I'm Halcyon, and my days of silence are over," I announced to the camera before ending the video.

I created a YouTube channel, Twitter, and Instagram under the name @halcyon and uploaded the video to my YouTube channel. I linked it in Instagram and Twitter, and searched my phone for a profile picture.

I finally found one. It was a picture of me in our infinity pool. I was looking out at the Los Angeles skyline, so you couldn't see my face. And the perfect thing was that it was a silhouette. I know that no one would recognize it was me, Olivia Tyler, in the photo. To tell the truth, I'm not really sure who took the picture. I just know that I was swimming one night, admiring the view of the city, and when I got out of the pool, the picture was on my phone. It might've been one of the maids, it might've been my mom or dad. I didn't care, it was a pretty picture and now it was Halcyon.

I'm not going to drown anymore. This is me. This is my music. It's who I am

That was my first tweet.

After that, nothing was the same.

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A/n:

It was kinda short and slow and didn't really involve 5sos, but it will! I PROMISE

I hope y'all liked it for a start

love you loads and don't be a silent reader💜

-November