Vienna {h.s.}

chapter fourteen - our moment

Vienna had gotten home from work at the music shop a couple days later to find a phone on her kitchen counter. 'For the girl with nineties everything, I figured you should be updated on today's culture. H.' Venice told her that it was an iPhone, which apparently was a good thing, but she didn't know. She turned it on, and Venice taught her how to work it. And then, she received a text.

From: H
Pack an weekend bag, you're going to need it.

Vienna's head cocked to the side, typing slowly. Her fingers weren't adjusted to the keys, and so she took a longer time to type out a text. She was utterly confused, and hopeful that Harry wasn't assuming that just because she wasn't a virgin that she opened her legs for the whole town.

To: H
Are you really that positive you're going to get lucky after this date?

From: H
Duchess, I am not that person. Our date involves traveling for the weekend, I was just trying to tell you. I can even book separate rooms for us if you'd like.

To: H
That won't be necessary, of course. I wasn't trying to offend you, I was just hoping you didn't see me as a hooker.

From: H
Never, gorgeous.

Vienna quickly packed a weekend bag, full of her essentials because she didn't get a location out of Harry, and she knew even if she asked that he wouldn't tell her. He liked to surprise her. She placed her new phone in her back pocket, after getting giving Venice her new phone number.

"Have fun this weekend." Venice told her. Vienna hugged her tightly, and released her.

"You too. Clean up after you have your party." Venice blushed as her sister made it obvious that she knew Venice like the back of her hand. "And check in with Matty every couple of hours, okay?" Vienna smiled, Venice nodding.

There was a knock at the door, and Vienna grabbed her bag, jogging down that stairs. Venice followed her down, sitting down on the kitchen island. She opened the door, seeing a grinning Harry, clothed in pajamas. Her head tilted in amused confusion, and she furrowed her eyebrows, a smile tugging the corners of her lips. He just shrugged, and grabbed her bag from her.

"You look wonderful, duchess." He kissed her cheek, before walking out to place her bag in his car. Vienna said her final goodbyes to Venice, who shooed her out.

"So will you tell me where we're going now?" Vienna asked him when he was sat in the drivers seat.

"Well, we're going to the airport, and you're going to need to keep ahold of me." Harry told her. She sighed affectionately, and grabbed Harry's hand, sliding her fingers in between his.

"I like us." She stated, and he chuckled.

"I quite like us too." He replied.

When they arrived at the airport, Harry introduced her to two men, Preston and Mark, who were apparently Harry's security, and in that moment she realized just how famous Harry was. That he had to have security. Oh lord, she thought as she tightened her grip on Harry's fingers. He just kissed her hair, and whispered sweet words in her ear.

"Alright, just stay with Preston and I'll meet you on the plane." Vienna whimpered, looking up at Harry with wide eyes, and he just smiled. "We need to be split up for your safety, baby." He told her, but the word that was running through her brain and making it buzz was baby.

"Okay." She hummed, distancing their fingers from each other.

As soon as Mark starting ushering Harry into the crowd that Vienna had avoided looking at, her anxiety began to grow. She kept glancing at the growing mob of fans, all hoping to get to Harry. Preston kept a watchful eye on both Vienna and Harry, watching that they were both out of the harm of fans.