Vienna {h.s.}

chapter twenty two - painting

"Oh, duchess." Harry frowned, looking at her who's eyes were glued to her phone. She kept looking at the comments on Twitter and Instagram from the picture that Harry posted, and wasn't too happy with the results.

"I just don't get it." She shrugged, and he looked at her urging her to continue. "I don't understand how they can criticize someone they don't know. I really don't get how they don't like me but they don't know me. It doesn't make sense." She answered.

"Love, it's not that they don't like you, it's that they see you with me and automatically pine to see your flaws because they don't want to see someone with me that they like. They want someone that is insecure so that they can make her doubt me enough to leave me." Harry corrected, and she frowned.

"That is so sad." Vienna replied.

"I know love, they are extremely protective." He sulked, and she fell into his side. He opened the window of the plane, and she looked out, the clouds nearly black with the storm.

"I really like you, H." She sighed, and he placed a hand on her back, looking at her with sad eyes.

"I really like you too, duchess. But why does this feel like it's hurting you?" Harry asked. His heart was pounding a bit too harsh for him to be calm, he was nervous that she would leave him. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had left him because of the fan's hate.

"You're not hurting me, I'm just a little sad with people I don't know. I'll get over it." Vienna told him, and he nodded. He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her palm, her torso curling up on his lap.

"Hey, V?" He called.

"Yes, H."

"I'm pretty sure we're gonna work out." He informed her, and she looked up at him with a soft smile. "I mean, we've already been together for four months, and endured some pretty heavy stuff. I mean, I still really like you, and I'm pretty sure you do too, and I think we're gonna work out."

"I could see that too." Vienna nodded, and he grinned. "It's really pretty out."

"Well, yeah, if you like the rain." Harry shrugged, and she raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled at her. "Of course you do."

"I love the rain, and the snow."

"I love-" He stopped himself, not sure if he was ready to say that out loud. "I love them too." He agreed, and she glared at him curiously before brushing his odd behavior off.

They landed with minimal difficulty despite the storm, and as soon as they exited the jet, Vienna was dancing in the rain. Harry shook his head fondly at her, and walked out to her, dancing with her. She grinned, and he grabbed her by the waist, setting themselves up as they were taught.

"Brings me back to our first date." He mumbled in her ear, and she shook her head.

"Our first date was filled with much more of Louis' voice." Vienna reminded him, and Harry nodded at the accurate correction.

"Let's get out of here, lovely."

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Harry had put the dress he got her on the bed, and she gasped at the beautiful fabric. He smiled, and kissed her, scurrying off to the shower as she put the dress on, and worked on her hair. Her face was left void of makeup, per Harry's request, and he came out of the restroom in a dashing suit for their date night in New York City.

"You look beautiful, duchess. We should get going." He informed her, kissing her palm, and tugging her out of the room, to a cab he had ordered.

"Where did the nickname duchess come from?" Vienna asked curiously as they pulled up to the restaurant that Harry had told the driver. Harry smiled at her as he opened the door for her.

"I call you duchess because if I called you princess, then you could only be worthy of a prince. But duchesses don't have to be with royalty, no they can be with common folk. So you're as close to royalty as possible, but you're still common enough to be with me." Harry summarized as they were shown to their table.

"That was an elaborate nickname." She commented, causing Harry to laugh.

After they ordered dinner, and had good conversation, Vienna excused herself to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and washed her hands in peace until a lady came into the bathroom that gawked at her.

"Aren't you the new girl with Harry Styles?" She rudely asked.

"I g-guess so." Vienna replied quietly.

"You're quiet. I didn't know he liked them that way." She glared, and Vienna pulled the heels of her palms away from the sink edge, and trying her way out of the door. "Oh don't worry, I'll only have your picture all over the Internet by the end of the night!" The stranger called as the bathroom door closed.

The rest of the dinner was calm, and Vienna told Harry about the weird incident in the restroom. Their meals were delicious, the conversation flowed, and everything was happy.

"So we have more plans other than the dinner." Harry announced as they exited the restaurant.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you to an art gallery. And then, I have a surprise."

They walked in near peace, there were only a few people who approached them. They mainly asked for pictures with Harry, but some of them noticed Vienna's outfit that matched the classiness of his.

"Who was that girl in the picture you posted?" One fan asked.

"That was duchess." He answered vaguely, and the fan raised an eyebrow.

"And duchesses' name is?" She inquired.

"Well, she can tell you if she'd like to." Harry stated, holding his arm out to the girl in the beautiful dress. She ducked her head, and walked toward him, and he slid his arm over her shoulders.

"H-hi." Vienna spoke quietly, her cheeks blasted red.

"What's your name?" Another fan chimed.

"Vienna."

"Oh. Well that's a beautiful name." The fan told her, and Harry nodded.

"If you'd excuse us, we have someplace to be." Harry called, and they said their goodbyes, and the two lovers continued their walk to the art gallery.

Harry handed the tickets to the teller, and then showed themselves inside. Vienna's hand slipped through Harry's and she grinned as his grip pulsed around her fingers. Harry was amazed by the fascination on Vienna's face as she walked through and admired the artwork.

"You like it, love?" He asked as she twirled slowly around the room, looking as the pieces of art around the room swirled in her vision.

"All of it is so beautiful." She told him, and he smiled.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" He asked her, holding his hand out for her to take.

"Yes." She grinned, her hand sliding in his with a firm grip.

He smirked mischievously, and walked over to an attendant, whispering in their ear, and they smiled, walking over to a curtain of a wall. They pulled the curtain back, and pinned it to the wall on either side of a piece of artwork.

A painting of Vienna's mother by Vienna.

^well shit^