hello, it's me // styles of expression ✔

one: the party *

"hello, it's me"

* mature

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saturday, march 20, 2010

beverly hills, california, united states

the music blasted loudly through the  four million dollar beverly hills' house, and bright colorful lights flashed in sync with the hard drops in the music. thousands of hot and sweaty bodies danced in close proximity, some occasionally going farther and making out. no one was bothered by the eyes that could be watching them.

vaia lynn sat in the corner of the kitchen with her second glass bottle in her hand and her pounding head pressed against the gray wall. her naturally green eyes were now dilated and bloodshot red. the make up she attempted to apply earlier that night was already dripping off her face with the sweat, leaving ugly black and red streaks on her cheeks and chin. anyone who looked at her instantly knew what she had been doing that night. she brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip.

on the other side of the house, harry styles, stood with his drunk friends. he had not had any drinks that night seeing that he was the designated driver of the group. he was also underage.... just like the rest of the beverly hills high school student body who had attended the party. in his hand was a red solo cup filled with alcohol-free punch.

beverly hills high school was a rather large school with 4662 students. the graduating class of 2010 contained over 1400 students, none of whom were super seniors. other than the large student body, beverly hills high school  was like your stereotypical high school. there were cliques: the popular jocks, the nerds, the geeks, the drama students, freshman,.....the stoners... and so on (if you can name one, this school's got it). although the school was massive, almost everybody knew each other. sure, they may not have like each other, but they still knew each other.

this meant that vaia lynn and harry styles knew one another; in fact, they were together. the two had been together for 2 years now, ever since vaia first enrolled into beverly hills high school during her junior year.

now, back to the actual story...

vaia looked up as ethan storming, the most popular student and star football player, offered her his hand.

"oh, vaia, you don't look so great there. let me take care of you," ethan shouted, but to vaia, it sounded more like a low whisper. without much thought... or any, actually, vaia placed her small soft hand in his. his lips widened into an award winning smile- the smile that the girls at beverly hills high school fall for. and vaia lynn did what anyone else would do in her situation. she smiled back.

ethan held her hand tightly as he lead her up the three flights of polished stairs of his home. vaia didn't know where he was taking her since she had never been to this house before, but she didn't really care; she was way to drunk and high to care.

ethan quickly pushes open the door of the closest unoccupied room.

"come in here, and lie down with your clothes off. i can make you feel better, vaia, i promise."  vaia just nods her head and does as she's told. she unzips her skirt and slides her blouse off her shoulders.  ethan closes the door and starts to unbutton his pants.

ethan climbed on top of vaia and harshly pressed his lips against her. the drunk girl sat up and reciprocated the action. ethan kissed vaia's lips one more time before working his way to her neck and even further down. vaia let out a noise, letting ethan know that she was loving it. she had never done anything like this with her boyfriend, harry styles.

"mmm, ethan..." she tilted her head back and exposed her bare chest.

downstairs, music was still playing. harry had stepped away from his intoxicated buddies and was looking for his girlfriend. as he walked to the kitchen, where he saw vaia last, harry shoved the bodies of his fellow classmates out of his way. when harry reached the kitchen, he saw that vaia lynn was not there. he noticed a half drunk bottle of beer where vaia was supposed to be.

instead of looking around, harry called his girlfriend's name over and over in the different parts of the house, but he assumed that she would not be able to hear him over the music. so he took it upon himself to search for her instead.

after searching the entire first and second floors of the house for vaia, harry climbed the final flight of stairs to the floor with the many rooms.

"vi?" harry called; that was his name for her. "vaia, where are you?"

the boy passed a few more doors and tried again, "vi, baby, are you up here?" the only responses he got were moans and other noises coming from the different rooms.

harry continued down the long hallway. 'how many rooms does the storming house have?' harry thought to himself.

"yes, ethan! keep goin- ah- don't stop. yessss!"

"i don't plan on doing so, vaia."

"good, ohhh..."

harry stopped at the mention of his girlfriend's name. the sound came from the door to his right. he placed his hand on the doorknob, and took in a deep breath. a part of him knew what he was about to walk into, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. he wanted to open the closed door to see that his girlfriend was not actually in bed with someone else.

"vaia!"

"ethan!"

he closed his eyes, twisted he door knob, and pushed open the door. when harry opened his eyes, he saw the one thing he hoped not to see. he saw that his girlfriend was indeed in bed with another boy. it was when the boy paused and pulled away from vaia that harry saw who he was.

"ethan don't st-op," vaia looks past ethan to see her partner standing at the door, fuming red. "crap." even high, it occurred to her what she was doing wrong. it finally hit vaia that she was having sex with someone who was not her boyfriend.

"we're done, vaia! you can continue on with ethan!" harry shouted and slammed the door shut.