Aloha Aloha ✩ Harry Styles (Editing)

Chapter 23

"I want the dog!" Niall exclaims.
"I want the ship," Louis says, grabbing the Monopoly piece.
"Hand me the horse, Liam," Zayn says.
"Who brought this game?" I ask, frowning.
"I did," Louis says, smirking. "Which piece do you want Harold?"
"Uh... the iron," I say, shrugging. He hands me the tiny silver iron.

He then opens the board and places it on the small table in the center of the room. It is 10:00 am and we all just have woken up. My stomach growls.

"We have Lucky Charms Harry, want some?" Niall asks as Liam gives out the small Monopoly bills.
"Please," I say, rubbing my eyes. He later gives me a small bowl full of cereal and milk. I eat first a rainbow marshmallow.
"I start," Liam says, eating a bowl of cereal, too. He throws the dices in the board. "Seven... can I buy that?"
"Not until you go all across the board once," Niall says.
"Whatever, buy it," Louis says, counting his fake money.
"What if we take a selfie?" Niall says.
"Yes," we all say.

Our hair is uncombed, we are wearing simple t-shirts and shorts as pajamas, we look tired as we just woke up, but still, we take the selfie and Niall uploads it to Twitter.

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"What if I exchange you Boardwalk for Oriental Avenue?" Louis asks me.
"That's the worst cheat ever," I say. But then I think... that's the one I need. I hand him the Oriental Avenue's card. "But here you have."
"Nice to make a deal with you," he says with a smirk, handing me the other card.
"My turn, bitches," Niall says. He's wearing dark sunglasses and is showing off all his fake money as he's the one who's winning by now. He throws the dices. "Eight..."
"Ha! You got in my territory!" Zayn exclaims, opening his hand for the money.
"No, that's mine," Liam says.
"No! I never get you to fall in my territory," Zayn says, hitting his head toward the table.
"Damn guys, you turn crazy when you play board games," I say.
"Your turn Harry," Liam says, handing me the dices. But before I can throw them, my phone rings. It is charging in the TV's plug.
"Throw for me," I say, giving the dices to Louis.
"I'll keep anything you gain," he says, grinning. I stick my tongue at him and answer my phone. Before I did, I saw Keanna's name on the screen. Wasn't she at school?
"Hi," I say, smiling.
"Hello," a rough voice says, definitely not Keanna. My smile fades away. "Are you Harry Styles?"
"Who are you?" I ask, confused.
"I am the Principal of Keanna's school," he says. "Are you Harry?"
"Yeah," I say, worried. "What's wrong?"
"Keanna is feeling bad, and her parents are out of town," he says. "She told me to call you to pick her up."
"Where is she?"
"She's here, in the school. Do I give you the direction?"
"Yes, please," I say, getting a small sticky note and a pen from the things the hotel leaves in every room.
"What's wrong Harry?" Zayn asks.
"Keanna."

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After I dress quickly, I get out of the hotel and I drive the van until I get to her school, Hilo High School. It's painted in a strong beige and has green roofs. Some things are painted with blue and yellow. I get out of the van and go to the first entrance I see. I enter to some offices. There's a lady sitting behind a desk, talking at the phone while typing something in a computer. She hangs the phone and smiles at me.

"Hello," she greets me. "Do you need something?"
"There's a... my friends felt bad and..." I start.
"Oh, yeah," she says. "She's in the office at the bottom, to the right."
"Thank you," I say, trying my best to smile. I walk to where she told me and see Keanna sitting in a chair besides the desk of who I think is the principal.
"Hello, thanks for coming," the man says, shaking my hand. "Keanna had a..."
"Can I go?" Keanna says. Her voice seems tired. She's wearing a blue and yellow cheerleader uniform. Her eyes do not meet mine in what seems ages. And when they do, I see sadness in them.
"I think he must know what happened," the principal says.
"I'll tell him," she says, standing up. She almost falls but I catch her.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yes," she says. Her face is pale and her eyes are closing. "Let's go."
"Talk to her parents, so they can tell you what to do," the man says. I nod and grab Keanna's shoulders to help her to walk. I put her purple backpack in my back and we head to the van.

When we get to the car, she almost falls two times trying to get in the co-driver seat. I close her door and go to my seat. Then, I look at her, worried. She has her eyes closed and is breathing weakly.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "How do you feel?"
"I feel okay," she says. "Just take me home so you can go back with the guys."
"You don't look okay," I say, but she stays quiet.
"Two blocks from here is my house," she says after a while.
"Keanna, you need to tell me what's happening," I say.
"What's happening is that I feel tired and I want you to take me home right now," she says, opening her eyes. "Can you do that?"

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When we get to her house, listening her weak voice telling the directions, she seems less pale, but still bad. We get off the van and walk to the door.

"It's okay," she says, searching the keys in her backpack. "You can go, I'll take my medicine and sleep and..."

In the time she searches her keys, her backpack falls and makes everything inside it spread in the rocky ground. Notebooks, books, pencils, bags...

"Ugh," she groans, sitting in the ground. "Go, please."
"I won't leave you," I say, helping her to pick everything up.
"Why if I am fucking okay you can't leave?" she exclaims, crying.
"Because you aren't okay," I say, calmed. "And good friends help each other when they aren't okay."

I pick the last thing I can see, though, I spy something else behind her. I stand up and grab it. When I try to scan it to see what it is, she takes it from me.

"What is that?" I ask, taking a step closer to her.
"Nothing," she says, putting it behind her back.
"What is that?" I repeat, louder.
"Nothing!" she exclaims, almost falling again. I catch her and the object falls again. I go for it.
"Harry don't," she warns.

In between the grass and the soil, I find a small blue bottle in for of a 'L'. She starts crying and I turn to look at her. I realize everything. That's why she has this "air casts" all the time. That's why she was now tired. That's why sometimes she coughed and breathed weirdly.

She had asthma attacks. What I found... is an asthma inhaler.

"Harry..."
"Why did you hide it?" I ask, standing beside her.
"Because... I..." she starts.
"Let's get inside, shall we?" I ask. She nods. I help her standing up and she opens the door. A warm air and fresh aroma welcomes us. Keanna walks upstairs while I lock the door. I follow her and enter to a small room.

It's painted in a light purple and has white furniture. Everything is perfectly ordered, from her closet to her desk. The floor is a white rug, soft like the van's floor. The walls are covered with posters and framed pictures, which include the picture I took with her on Monday in the falls. But it's not the time to talk about that.

"I am sorry," she says, sobbing.
"Why did you hide it?" I ask again.
"Because I thought that..." she starts, sitting in her bed. "Because I thought that if I told you, you would no longer want to be friend with me... and I like you so much and I didn't want you to leave me... like Cody did."

She starts crying again, breaking me. I sigh and give her a hug, sitting beside her.

"I would never do that to you," I say. "I like you, too."
"But now you will act different with me," she says. "You will no longer like me."
"This," I say, separating from our hug, "doesn't change anything about how I feel about you."
"And how do you feel?" she asks, looking to the ground. I move her chin up so she can see my eyes. Her eyes are sparkling. That's the last reason that makes me kiss her lips. Both of us shut our eyes and relax. She kisses me back, softly. I cannot hear anything but my heart bumping blood rapidly.
"Chin up, buttercup," I say when we stop kissing. She looks at me and smiles. She smiles widely for the first time since I picked her up. Her face gains color as she blushes. Then she kisses me again.

I was leaving this drama for later but I couldn't wait!!! Thanks for reading, Ilysm xx

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