Aloha Aloha ✩ Harry Styles (Editing)

Chapter 24

She hugs me tight until she can control her tears and breathes normally. When we separate once again, a white cat jumps onto her lap. She giggles when the cat starts smelling me.

"Blueprint wants to meet you," she says, smiling to her cat. The cat looks at me. "He likes when you rub his head."

I do what she says and he purrs. Then he rubs his head against my knee and goes away.

"He liked you!" Keanna exclaims, laughing. A meow followed by many others are heard. "My cats are hungry. Do you want something?"
"Now that you say so," I say, laughing. We go downstairs and I follow her to the kitchen, where she opens the doors of the cupboard, looking for cat food.

She puts cat kibbles in four plates and milk in other two. She leaves all of them on the floor and the small stampede of cats runs between and beside my legs, as I am blocking the entrance.

"No clue why Tomato is so fat," she says, making me laugh. She then tells me which cat is which.

Blueprint is the white, thin one, Zipper is the gray with long hair and darker stripes, Rihanna is the white with black spots and double colored eyes, and Tomato... he's the orange, fat one.

"They are all cute," I say.
"I know," she says, smiling. "All of them where from the streets, until we picked them. Those were times were all of them were thin."

I laugh. She then gets something from the cupboard and gives it to me. A box of Sweetarts.

"All of them are yours," she says, "unless the green ones; those are mine."
"Thank you," I say, smiling. I open the box and get two blue and one green. I give her the green and eat the others. "Are we going to hang out later?"
"Yeah," she says, smirking. "I feel better."
"So... I make you to feel better?"
"Yes, you do," she says. "And... where are we going later?"
"It's a surprise," I say, smirking.
"A surprise?" she says, making a sad face.
"Yes a surprise," I say, making her to roll her eyes. "You deserve it after all the surprises you've given to me."
"Well, maybe I do," she says, sitting in one of the chairs beside the counter. Then she looks at her phone. "It's... 11:00. What do you want to do until 3:00?"
"What do you want to do?" I say, raising one of my eyebrows.
"Go to Dairy Queen?" she asks, smiling.
"Your wishes are orders," I say, bowing like she was a queen. When I look at her, she's laughing.
"You are so cute," she says, blushing like me. She then stands up and walks to the door but I block it.
"No, you can't pass," I say, smirking.
"Now what?" she asks, laughing. I point to my right cheek and she rolls her eyes. She kisses my cheek and smirks.
"Can I pass now?" Keanna asks. I move and she runs to the entrance. "The last to get to the van pays!"

I run toward her, trying not to break or drop something in my way. In the time she opens the door, I catch her from behind. She is laughing uncontrollably, like I always like to see her.

"Let go!" she exclaims, still laughing. Her laugh is so contagious that I laugh a little, too. She controls and smiles. Her eyes sparkle with happy tears. I stare at her, smiling, too. "What?"
"You look wonderful when you laugh," I whisper.
"Why you are making me to blush?" she asks, looking to the ground. "I must look like a damn tomato."
"Like a wonderful damn tomato," I say, making her to laugh more.
"Does that even makes sense?"
"You know that what I say doesn't makes any sense."

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"A Pecan Cluster Blizzard and a Butterfinger Blizzard, please," Keanna says, smiling to the cashier.
"Would that be all?" the cashier asks.
"Yes," she says.

The cashier gives us our order, we give her the money, and we both sit a table far from the people. She eats a spoonful of her Butterfinger Blizzard as soon as we sit and I frown at her jokingly, making her to laugh.

"You know that when you frown I laugh," she says. "And if I laugh now, milk will go out of my nose."
"That's a myth," I say.
"But you don't want it to become true now, right?" she asks, making me laugh.

She looks back to her dessert and smiles, playing with the strings of the bag she's carrying by her shoulder. Then, I admire how her hair tips are now curly and fade in a stronger blonde color. Her cheerleading uniform is tight, making her look thinner. And in her right hand she's wearing a silver ring with a heart on it. I think I've seen that before...

"Hey, that ring you are wearing..." I start after staring at her a few more seconds.
"Oh, it's for best friends," she says, smiling. "Madison, Josie, Tanya and Anna all wear one equal."
"You five are like sisters?" I ask.
"Kinda," she says. "You five are like brothers?"
"Pretty much, yeah," I say, smiling.
"Did you ever imagined of being in a band as popular as yours?" she asks, frowning.
"Not this much popular," I say honestly.
"And do you like it?"
"It depends."
"I would like to be a chef," she says. "But shh. It's a secret."
"A secret?" I ask, smiling. "You are always telling me secrets."
"That's because I trust you," she says, shrugging. "There's a little voice in my head that tells me I can simply trust you. I don't know why."
"I feel the same," I say. And it's true. I never feel this with a girl. She laughs and breaks the unconformity between us.
"Let's go outside," she says. We stand up and walk trough the restaurant.

I open the door and let her go out first. She smiles and continues walking. We end up walking through the streets of a wide block, with various houses, plants, pets, and people. A few minutes after we continue walking, we find a wooden bench. We sit in it and look at each other. Her blue eyes lay in mine. She leaves her bag in bench and lays the hand with the silver ring above it.

I hesitate but join my hand with hers. Her eyes widen and her mouth turns into a smirk while she keeps eating her Blizzard. But before I can truly appreciate this moment, guess what?

What appears beside us starts with 'P' and ends with... 'aparazzi'. Those guys with the flashing lights and the giant cameras don't know where to stop. I grab her hand and pull her to run to the van. How much I miss my bodyguards now.

Luckily, we can save ourselves from them and get back to the van. Keanna stares at me from her seat, breathing in and out loudly with widening eyes.

"Oh no," I say. "Where's your..."
"I left it in the bench," she says, coughing.
"Damn it," I say. "Breathe in and out, I'll go for it."
"But the..."

I don't hear her and just run for the bag. I even throw my Blizzard to the floor, splashing my pants. While I do that, Paparazzi again surround me. I grab the bag and push myself between them. I run again and get to the van.

"Harry," Keanna says as I arrive.
"I am here," I say, opening the bag with difficulty as my hands shake, "don't worry."
"Harry," she repeats.
"What!" I exclaim, almost crying.
"I could control it."

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