Vienna {h.s.}

chapter five - three strangers

"He obviously likes you."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"I refuse to believe it."

"You're living in ignorance."

"And it's bliss."

Venice groaned at her stubborn older sister, completely certain that Harry liked her. And Vienna just shook her head, and kept cooking them some chicken stir fry. She didn't want to believe Venice because then that would mean that they weren't only friends. And as much as Vienna liked Harry, even in a not so friendish way, she didn't believe that she could have a man that was interested in her.

"You two would fit." Venice pushed, and Vienna glared at her.

"That's nice." She replied, much to the dismay of Venice.

"Sorry to drop by like this, but I need some tequila." Harry burst into the kitchen through the back door, and Vienna jumped.

"H, you really need to be better about your entrances." She scolded him, making him slap his forehead.

"Maybe it'll stick this time." He told her, making her shake her head amusedly.

"What makes you think I'll have tequila?" She questioned, turning off the gas for the stir fry's heat.

"Why wouldn't you?" He countered.

"It's in my bathroom, under the sink." She whispered into his ear, and Venice groaned.

He nodded, and wagged his finger at Venice, before scaling the stairs, and getting the tequila. He tried as hard as he could not to pry into her private things, but he found the restraint hidden deep in his bones, and walked back down the stairs.

"Thank you, duchess. See you guys soon." And he left, leaving Vienna open to a prowling Venice.

"Duchess?" She questioned giddily.

"Yes, duchess." Vienna agreed, and Venice grinned.

"He so likes you." Venice exaggerated, and Vienna rolled her eyes.

"Eat." Vienna shoved a plate of stir fry into her, and Venice scowled before shoveling food down.

{•}{•}{•}

"Tequila!" Louis yelled, and licked the salt off of his wrist.

"You're such a girl." Liam laughed, and Louis shot him a glare.

Harry smiled at them, and cupped the mug of tea in his hand. Niall sat next to him, constantly checking the score of some football game on his phone. Liam was sipping a beer, and Louis was being Louis, stumbling around Harry's living room, making his own karaoke. Harry just smiled, sipping his tea contently, and savoring the time he had with his friends.

"So, are you going to put a ring on it soon?" Harry asked Liam, and Liam just smiled, sighing before he answered.

"I don't think just yet. I mean, Cheryl's pregnant with Jean-Bernard, and I just have to sit back for a little while." Harry nodded in understanding. "So what about you, mate. Found someone?" Liam inquired. Harry cocked his head, lips twitching in a little smile.

"It's only been two months." Harry mumbled. Liam nudged his shoulder, grinning mischievously.

"Exactly. Two whole months, and it looks like you do have your eye on someone." Liam urged.

"I mean, technically my eye is on Louis right now." Harry joked, and Louis' cocked a brow, walking over and kissing Harry's cheek.

"Oh, Harry, I always knew you were a little queer." Louis told him, humming, and Harry scoffed.

"But there is someone?" Liam questioned.

"I guess so." He agreed. Louis gasped, sitting on the floor cross legged.

"Is she pretty?" Louis asked.

"She's gorgeous." Harry agreed.

"Harry?" He heard a voice from the kitchen, where the side door was that he never locked. "Harry!" A small, familiar voice yelled.

"In the living room." He called back, and he heard hurried footsteps, and the slam of a body into a doorway. "Woah, woah." He stood up, going to find the person.

"It's Via." Venice told him, running into the living room, breathing labored, and she looked so distraught.

"Breathe." He reminded her, no matter how curious about what was wrong with Vienna.

"She- she got a text, and was cutting chicken, and she dropped the knife, and t-there's blood everywhere, and oh god." She rushed.

"Okay, okay." Harry said, grabbing his keys, and running out of the house, three other fools stumbling behind him.

He burst into Vienna's house, and ran into the kitchen, seeing her on a chair with a towel that had red soaking through it. He kneeled down in front of her, and took her cheek in his hand, which surprisingly didn't have tears streaming down it. He gently took the towel out of her hand, ignoring the three other men that had finally gotten into the room, watching as he handled her.

"You're okay, duchess. You're not going to need stitches, it's not too deep, it's just a little long." He explained. She nodded, taking a deep breath.

"O-okay." She stuttered, trying to ignore the three strangers in her house.

"I didn't mean for them to follow me, it just happened." He whispered, and she nodded timidly.

"C-can you help me upstairs?" She quietly asked him.

"Of course, of course." He obliged, hooking his arm around her rib cage. He lifted her, causing her wince as she felt the blood start to rush to the open area of her leg. "Okay, I'm gonna carry you up the stairs so you won't get any blood on the floors." He told her, and she nodded weakly.

"Thank you, H." She said when he placed her on the counter of the bathroom in Vienna's room.

"Anytime, duchess." He said, grabbing her a bandage after cleaning her wound.

And when Harry went downstairs, he heard an earful from everyone in the house, besides Vienna.

"Duchess?"

"Oh my god, she's gorgeous Harry."

"And you were so modest."

Harry held his hand up, and everyone in the room gradually silenced. He ushered them all out of the house, and to his own, even Venice, and closed the front door. He sat down on the couch, and watched as everyone seemed to all sit down together in different spots in his living room.

"So you guys are all that band." Venice stated, and they nodded at her before returning their attention to Harry.

"So that's-"

"That's Vienna." He interrupted Niall.

"Vienna?" Liam clarified.

"Vienna." Harry repeated, and Venice nodded knowingly, making him blush quickly.

"Yeah. Vienna." Venice agreed, and Harry cracked a small smile, looking down at the ground.

^i'm so pumped that venice is the captain of this mutha fuckin ship.^