Tarzan [ Harry Styles ]

CHAPTER TWO

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Jane trips over a peeking root of a tree and she lands on her stomach that caught her dad's attention.

"Dad, you will not believe what just happened to me." Mr. Porter hurriedly helps his daughter on her feet. "What is it, honey?"

"I saw a cute little gorilla but he is not cute like he seems to because he grabs my notebook and started to rip it then he cried but I don't know if that's possible then an angry troops of baboons came running after me! Then there was a creek! A wide creek daddy!" she exclaims, grabbing both of her dad's shoulder and shakes him.

"Then I jumped over it but when I looked up a shirtless man was holding me!" her voice becoming soft as she lets go of her grip and turns her back, "He looks so strong, muscular and handsome." She said softly, dreamingly.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the island, a long way from the Porter's tent is where Harry walked through.

Bigger and taller trees, a place where wild pigs are roaming around, ready to attack. Is also where Harry lives with his family.

As he steps on the stoop, he hears running water from the inside of their cottage. Harry carefully and slowly opens the thin wooden door. Slim back of a woman came into his sight, her black hair tied in a bun on top of her head.

Harry walks in his tip toes towards the woman, a wide smirk forms on his lips. He inhales air as if ready to scare...

"Don't even think about it."

He blows out the air between his lips and slouch his body in frustration. "How did you know it was me?" he asks, sitting on the counter near the sink. He grabs a banana and munches it.

"I am your mother I know everything. Now, where have you been?" he asks, glancing at his son as she rinse off dishes.

"I thought you knew everything." He replied with a smug smile. His mother rolls her eyes and throws a handful of water at him.

BANG!

A piercing sound of a shotgun goes off from outside where Harry and his mother snap their attention.

"Stay here." Harry whispers to his mother and kisses her forehead. As he walk, the cold hands of his mother engulfs his, "Be careful." She said breathlessly and he nods as his answer and he continues to walk towards the door.

Harry gradually tries to open the thin wood, it creeks then just like lightning, a bullet passed through the door and another earsplitting shot of shotgun and a scream of his mother startled Harry.