Riviera [bastille fanfiction]

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Once we get out of the private helicopter a really fucking expensive black Mercedes awaits outside. Barely three seconds of walking and we are in the car. "I feel so cheap wearing this while going to one of the most luxurious homes in the world." Did Alex just have a sneaky dig as to what I'm wearing or does she genuinely feel cheap for her own life.

"Perhaps we can stop off at my holiday home. It's just up the road. Get out of these bloody clothes." That's...sort of...snobbish. "I think what you wearing now is okay." She shakes her head crossing her arms.

"I look like a slut. Not clothes I want my son to see me in, that's for sure." I nod my head...silently judging her.

There's then a long awkward silence. So long that I find myself looking for something to say only to be startled by the car breaking. We must be here at her holiday home.

"Would you like to come in or wait in the car?" Alex asks at the car driver opens up her door. I pull my phone out of my pocket and shake my head, "I've got to call my mates up, they are probably going out of their heads..." I laugh to myself. It's probably the truth, but then again they are probably passed out in a ditch by now.

Alex then smiles before getting out of the car and pushing past the driver rudely. I go to say something to him but cut myself off, drivers have dirt on their bosses. It's not unheard of.

I get out of the car myself and stand besides the edge of the cliff that over looks every inch of the riviera and then call up Soph, but she doesn't answer so I leave a message over WhatsApp on the group. "Hey...sorry I fucked off. I bumped into a old friend and things happened and you'll never fucking believe where I am now?" I cut myself off and nervously laugh.

"I'm in France."

"I fucking know before you guys say anything. Calling Glastonbury and Ed Sheeran quits for this year. This place is fucking amazing. Talk to you lot later...bye." I then bluntly hang up the phone as I quickly take a panoramic picture of the riviera.

The water is so blue, so clean and fresh looking. Unlike the UK's shitty murky grey water which stinks of shit.

I take in the sights after pressing send on that photo and close my eyes just embracing well needed fresh air. This place is huge. And the lights on in the mansions houses make it look so idyllic, if only I had enough money to live here.

"Dan?" I turn around to see Alex completely changed! Fucking hell she got changed fast.

"Do I look better?" She asks slightly throwing her hands to the sides of her waist. I don't know what to say since I preferred the clothes she came in.

But by the looks of her face she obviously wants me to say yes. So I do. "Yes" I whisper as she almost blushes. "Thank you-" before she can say another word she gets a text notification chime. Knowing who it must be, Alex growls checking it before she puts her phone against her ear. I don't know whether to walk away or stay put.

Since she say's put, I do the same as her. It can't be a private call. "What's wrong now?" She snaps. I'm guessing it's her son again.

This time her eyes widen. "Why was your skateboard by the stairs in the first place?! Is Callie okay?" I have to look away and try it to laugh.

"So you are diving her right now to accident and emergency? Leo, get off the phone right now. She can sue us because of your shitty skateboard I am forever telling you to put away! I don't need a lawsuit right now you imbecile. Yeah 'oh bloody well' you're grounded for a fucking year." I really would not like to mess with Alex.

"Look when you get back from hospital with Callie, we will be hosting a guest. So be on your best behaviour...darling you say that every fucking time and I still don't believe you. Don't tell me you love me while driving Callie to the hospital because she accidentally tripped on your skateboard down the stairs. Don't laugh! Is this on speaker? Is Callie laughing? Oh my god. Callie please don't sue us." Her son seems like a pain in the arse.

"I'm so sorry about him Callie, no you must accept money for the accident. Yeah...okay. Sorry, I'll prepare your bed when I get home." She then sharply cuts the phone off and loudly sighs.

"Sorry about that. Shall we..." she points her hand out towards the car as I nod my head following her back to the nice car and getting in it.