Aloha Aloha ✩ Harry Styles (Editing)

Chapter 25

"You... you what?" I ask, confused. My eyes stop blurring as the tears fade away.
"I could control the attack!" she exclaims.

In her eyes, I could see sparkles of hope. Of hapiness. I sigh, with my jaw slightly opened. My lips forming a smile. She laughs and gets out of the van, running to me and hugging me tight. I laugh in her ear while she laughs excitedly, too.

"Wow..." I say as my brain doesn't finds something better.
"Wow!" she repeats, laughing. "Are you okay?"
"I just can't think right now," I whisper. "When I saw you having the attack, I couldn't think of anything else than me running as fast as my legs would let me to get the bag."
"Thank you for that," she says, "though you dropped your Blizzard, Paparazzi were here..."
"I didn't care of all that," I reply, separating from our hug. "You know I care about you a lot."
"Same," she says, looking to the ground and blushing. "Let's... let's get going."

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"Harold Edward Styles," Louis says, shaking his head and smirking as I walk into the hotel room.
"Louis William Tomlinson?" I ask, confused. Him and the other guys are sitted in the coach. Liam then grabs my iPad and plays a video.
"Harry Styles, from One Direction," the lady in the video says, "is found in Hilo, Hawaii hanging out in a Dairy Queen with an unknown blonde girl. Directioners in Twitter are crazy! Everyone wants to know her..."
"Ugh, no," I groan.
"Ugh, yes," Zayn says, sighing.
"I'm sorry..." I start.
"No, no," Niall says, "it's not your fault."
"But you better say you did something more interesting apart from going to a Dairy Queen with Keanna," Louis says, smirking again with his arms crossed.

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"Well, well, well," Liam says, "let's bring champagne! Harry's no longer single!"
"Damn it, I feel alone," Niall says.
"But it isn't official," I say.
"Then make it official," Louis says, shrugging as he opens the top of a beer. Where the heck do we got that?
"Since when we got beer?" I ask.
"Courtesy from the hotel," he says. "There's one in the fridge, if you want it."
"Thank you," I say, taking the beer from the fridge and opening it. "But getting back to the topic, how do I make it official?"
"I'll be clear with you," Louis says. "What do we do for living our lives? For gaining our money? For being together? For being on tours?"
"Uh..." I think.
"Come on Harry, I know you know the answer," he says, smirking.
"Sing?" I answer, insecure.
"That's it," he says. "Make it official not by asking her, by singing her."
"Cool idea," I say, thinking of the songs I could sing to her. Then, while I take a sip from my beer, I look at my watch. 3:30 pm.
"Niall, it's almost four," I say.
"Oh shit," he exclaims, running to the next room. He is still dressed in his pajamas.
"What are we going to do at four?" Zayn asks.
"Uh... it will be a double date with the girls," I say.
"Finally!" Liam exclaims.
"But we are going to stay here?" Louis asks.
"I... think so," I say.
"How boring! I am not going to waste a day inside this hotel!" Zayn exclaims, standing up. The guys start following him.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"Yeah, where are we going?" Liam asks, laughing.
"Let's go and swim in the pool," Zayn says, opening the room's door.
"Don't you need shorts, towel, sunblock?" I ask.
"Yeah, we do," he says, turning around and going to the other room. "We will be there until 7:00 pm, if you come by with the girls."
"We will try," I say, smiling. Then I my phone rings, as I got a new iMessage.

Keanna: Swimwear will be needed for the appointment, sir?
Harry: Yeah :)
Keanna: You ruined my formal vocabulary time >:(
Harry: U can't be mad at me K.
Keanna: Of course I can't Haz xx
Harry: Whut ya doin?
Keanna: 1) You are not my nigga.
Harry: Well, that hurts.
Keanna: 2) Don't ever talk like that, I love your birtish accent.

I can't stop myself from blushing. My heart beats loudly and I feel warm.

Harry: And I love your Hawaiian accent.
Keanna: ;) x
Keanna: 3) I'm doing homework.
Harry: Homework? Ugh, which subject?
Keanna: MATHHHHH :( :( What is the square root of 1268?
Harry: Sorry nigga, Idk.
Keanna: You are NOT my nigga Harreh.
Harry: Then what am I...?
Keanna: You tell me.

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Niall looks extremely nervous. He's fixing his hair each minute, unsure if it looks good. Me, instead, I am not nervous. I am excited.

In each of our gym bags, we got our extra clothes, swimwear, towels, our ukeleles and infinity more of things for what we would need on the beach. But we need to keep it as a secret, as the girls don't know where we are going.

We look around the hotel reception but they aren't here.

"Good, I can go back to the room and fix my hair," Niall says, walking back.
"No, no, you look great," I say, grabbing his wrist.
"No, I don't," he replies.
"Niall," I say, "believe in you."
"Belief," he whispers, standing by my side. He first stares at the ground and then looks at the hotel's door, expecting to see Josie in any moment.

He wears a white t-shirt with a jean vest, black jeans, gray tennis shoes and dark black sunglasses while I wear a gray t-shirt with an open plaid shirt over it, black jeans, brown boots, and lighter sunglasses.

When Niall starts tapping quietly his foot to the ground, his phone buzzes. He gets it out from his pocket and frowns, sighing.

"They are going to arrive late," he says as I stare at him.
"So?" I ask.
"So... we got half an hour," he says, smirking.
"What do we do?" I ask.
"Go to... 7-Eleven?" he asks. I grin.

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"And that... this... don't leave it!" Niall keeps exclaiming.
"We don't need it!" I exclaim back.
"What if they don't like orange soda, or the mango Arizona Tea, or the Lipton Tea, or the..."
"Oh my godness, Niall!" I exclaim, laughing. "Does Josie drives you that crazy?"
"Uh..." he thinks, looking to the chips. I laugh and walk through the other hallways.

Weirdly, I can feel how two eyes are staring at me. I look at the cashbox and see a guy about my age who's looking at me. When I smile at him, he smiles back. Niall comes with all of the stuff he picked and I start taking away the unnecessary things.

"Don't! I like those peanuts!" he exclaims.
"And... what if she's allergic to peanuts?" I ask.
"She's not," the cashier says. I creep out... "I mean, only around 0.6% of the population of the United States have allergy to peanuts."
"Ha-ha," Niall says, taking away the peanuts. Though, I am still concentrating in the cashier. In his is name tag is written the name of 'Alex Whalen'.
"Will you then take all of this?" he asks, looking at the bunch of stuff in the cashbox with widening eyes.
"No the orange soda and the peanuts," I say, taking the two bottles and the small bag, "and the cheese."
"But they could like cheese!" Niall exclaims, hitting his head towards the cashbox, making his sunglasses to fall.
"Oh," Alex says, laughing. "Niall... and Harry?"
"Hello," I say, waving.
"What an amazing day!" he exclaims. "I like your music a lot!"
"Thank you dude," Niall says, smiling. Then, a group of guys enter the shop, laughing.
"I would like to keep talking to you, but... I got work," he says, smirking sadly.
"Uh... mmm... what if you come to a party tomorrow?" I ask. Niall nods in agreement. "It will be in the hotel we are staying, which is next to Coconut Island."
"Wow, that would be an honor," he says, surprised. "Is it yours or..."
"A friend's," I say, smirking. Then Niall hits my shoulder and raises his eyebrows. "Shut up Niall."
"I didn't talk," he says, raising his hands.
"At 5:00 pm," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, I will see you there," Alex says, smiling. He checks our stuff and we give him our money.

And before we get out of the shop, he calls us. He throws a small bag of peanuts to Niall and grins. "A small gift."

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