Vienna {h.s.}

chapter eighteen - together

*sexual content. you're fucking welcome.

"Oh." Vienna gasped, as Harry's length slid into her slowly over and over, his head fallen onto her shoulder. Her hands had wound around his neck, her hips moved rhythmically against his.

"Vienna, baby." Harry whispered in her ear, nipping at the skin.

The feelings that coursed between the two were electric, each touch, each mthrust, was a mention of how much they cared for each other. Vienna was so full of emotions, so happy and so content. Harry was feeling what only could be described as love towards the girl he was with. They were incredible together.

"Oh my god, oh my god." Vienna whispered, her thighs tightening against his hips. She was clenching against him, and he felt it, yeah he really felt it. "Harry." She whimpered, biting his shoulder.

"I know, love. I know." He assured, pushing up especially hard and causing her to moan quietly.

"I'm gonna come." Vienna warned. Harry nodded, kissing her as she came undone underneath him. It only took a few more seconds for Harry to unravel in her.

"That was wonderful." Harry said, slipping out of her and dropping his weight on her. She nodded, and trailed her fingertips through Harry's hair, causing him to kiss her shoulder.

"Indeed it was." She agreed hazily.

He flipped himself over, and she gradually shifted into his side. His hand went to trace lines over her arm, and she hummed against his skin. His mind was racing, and she was pressed into him, and they just fit. He was so happy that she was by his side.

"You awake, duchess?" Harry called softly. Vienna looked up at him with tired eyes, and smiled sleepily.

"Yes sir." She playfully replied. He chuckled, and kissed her forehead. She reached one of her hands, and rested it on his chest comfortably. He grabbed that hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

They were something that was more than they let on. Harry was falling for her hidden charm, her rawness, her beauty. Vienna was hesitant to let him in, but it was happening, whether she was conscious of it or not. They were a beautiful dance, unplanned, messy, and pure. They were so together, and it couldn't be described as anything else.

"I like you." And maybe when Harry said that to her, he realized that he meant more than he let on, but that was okay. Because they were just Harry and Vienna.

And then, when she responded with "I like you too, H," he realized he wanted something more permanent.

Harry stood up from the bed, which caused Vienna to whine as her pillow had left her in the sheets. He slipped on his boxers, and went into his bathroom, balancing his palms on the outside of the sink. His mind was spinning, his eyes focused on the rings on his fingers. He looked up and was proud of the man looking back at him.

The man looking back at him was happy, felt free. The man in the mirror was thoroughly enjoying life, and had a wonderful girl in bed waiting for him. He was finally able to see himself happily.

"Harry." Vienna spoke, and he walked back out to the bed after washing his hands, and running his wet hands over his face before drying them off.

"Yes, love?" He said as he slid into bed next to her, sitting up. She pushed herself up, and he grabbed her a shirt that was right next to his side of the bed, which she slipped on.

"I'm tired." She told him, and he smiled.

"Did I tire you out, duchess? Was I just too good?" Harry teased her, and she frowned playfully, shoving him slightly before smiling.

"Harry, I like you a lot." She stated, and Harry grinned, kissing her lips gently, sweetly, and she hummed.

"I like you a lot more." Harry revealed, and Vienna glared in doubt. "Don't even argue me on this one, V." Harry warned.

"Oh, that's a new one." Vienna commented.

"What is?"

"The nickname. V." She reiterated. Harry kissed her hairline, sponging kissed down it, and she smiled.

"You are absolutely edible." He spoke, and she laughed, causing him to pout.

"That's called cannibalism, love, and I wouldn't really appreciate being eaten, even by you." Vienna announced, and Harry laughed along with her.

"You're so cute." He replied, and she shrugged knowingly.

They sat in silence for a while, their touches speaking more than their words did. Vienna scratched at Harry's swallow tattoos, goosebumps gathered in her finger's wake. Harry would occasionally kiss different spots on her face, held her close to him. They were still mostly naked, but it was okay, because they were Harry and Vienna, and that was good.

"So, Venice did some stalking because now that you're around more, she wanted to know more about your band, and she found a certain relationship very interesting." Vienna stated.

"Is that so?" Harry chimed.

"Yes, Larry Stylinson. And I have to say, there is some pretty damning evidence. So now, Venice doesn't know whether or not she ships us, and frankly, I don't either. Am I just your beard, Harry Styles?" Vienna joked.

"Never thought I'd hear the day that my girlfriend would believe I'd have a secret relationship with my bandmate." Harry quipped, and Vienna's mind repeated one word.

"G-girlfriend?" Vienna whispered, causing Harry to look down at her shocked face. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her intently.

"Well, that just slipped out, but I actually was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight." He revealed. Vienna's hand slid from the swallows on his chest up to his cheek, and rubbed her thumb over the smooth skin.

"Of course, I'd love to be your girlfriend." Vienna blurted, kissing his lips fervently.

"My girlfriend." Harry mumbled happily.

"Or your beard, either one." She baited, and he growled playfully at her.

"No, duchess. Definitely my girlfriend." Harry assured her, and she nuzzled up against him once more.

"I like you." She sighed, and Harry grinned unbearably wide.

"I like you lots, lovely." I think I might love you.

^two words: birth control^