Vienna {h.s.}

chapter twelve - right moment

edited 2/19/17
^get ready for serious couple envy^

"Why are you even nervous about this date? You're not even going on it." Vienna asked, holding back a chuckle at the pacing Jay in the music shop.

"Because it's Harry damn Styles, Vienna! Do you not see the importance in that!" He bursted.

"Oh lord, he's just Harry. He's not even that scary. And it's just a date." Vienna told him.

"Jesus Christ." Jay hissed, hands on his hips.

The bell rang from the front of the shop, signaling a customer and they both rushed down the stairs. Vienna smiled at Harry, and he grinned. Jay froze, and Murray walked down the stairs searching for his glasses and ran into the back of Jay.

"I'd just like to come out now." Jay told Murray, who scoffed.

"Since when have you been gay?" Murray asked harshly.

"Ever since that beautiful man stepped in our store." Jay said, and Murray rolled his eyes.

Harry made eye contact with Jay, and Jay leaned onto Murray. "I just nutted." He wheezed, and Murray pushed Jay off of him.

"Vienna, Jay's fangirling over your boy toy." Murray stated through the shop, and Vienna slapped her face in embarrassment, making Harry laugh.

"It's nice to meet you, Jay. I've heard... things about you." Harry spoke, and Jay nearly fell over.

"How are you so beautiful, that's the only question I have." Jay replied, and Harry laughed again.

"I just thank my mum." Harry said, and Jay shook his head.

Vienna pulled Harry out of the music shop, and he smiled, the sun peeking out, and Vienna swore it was out just so the green of his eye was illuminated. Her hands rested in his, and they both felt warmth spreading through them. His fingers pushed through, threading them together with hers. Vienna didn't even try to deny the buzz in the pit of her stomach, very excited that she was going on a date with a seemingly great guy.

"Alright, I need to know if you have a food allergy." Harry stated.

"I'm allergic to pineapple." She said lightly, and he grinned, shaking his head at her with an amused expression on his face.

"You're cute." She blushed at him, glancing at her feet.

"You asked me if I had an allergy." She muttered, shrugging. He tilted her head back up, and kissed her forehead, making her gasp.

"I'll pick you up at six thirty. Don't eat beforehand duchess." He called to her, walking up to his car.

"What should I wear?" She said, her voice raised so he could hear her.

"Sneakers." He spoke, confusing her.

Because who would wear sneakers on a date? But Harry was being a proper cheesy bastard, and refused to tell her what they were doing on their date. The sneakers thing though, it just threw her off every theory she had about their date. But nevertheless, that night, as she was getting ready, she complied.

She had a difficult time picking acceptable date clothing that went along with sneakers, especially since she didn't know what they were doing. She had gone with high waisted jeans that tucked in her oversized blush sweater. She felt that her wavy curls framed her face nicely, her eyes popping from the color of her sweater. She felt nice, and the extra time she had she spent cuddling with Fitz, and talking with Venice about her date, during which Venice would spend the time Vienna was out with Matty.