Aloha Aloha ✩ Harry Styles (Editing)

Chapter 36

After Keanna and me end eating the delicious Thai food and she drinks about three glasses of water, we pay to the waitress our dinner and a generous tip. Then, we make our way back to the van, laughing at an anecdote Keanna was telling to me. Even by the time I turn the vehicle on, we don't end laughing. How much I love when she laughs, and when she giggles! Oh God, everytime she giggles a flower blooms in the world.

"Are we going to the zoo or have you changed your mind?" she asks. Her giggles turn to a beautiful echo in my mind.
"Of course we are going," I answer, smiling at her.
"Which animals would you like to see first?" she asks, playing with her fingers as she feels more excited. "I want to see the tigers, definitely."
"You sound like a kid," I say, laughing.
"Well, I am forever young," she shrugs.
"Do you really want to live forever, forever young?" I singsong.

Keanna looks at me with her mouth open and we end up singing Forever Young to the top of our lungs and with the van's windows open. And I don't feel ashamed, not even a little, because she's beside me.

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As I barely know Hilo, I have some trouble as I drive. The place is far from town, so Keanna has to talk almost every minute, telling me which direction to turn. We make it to the zoo by 8:30 PM. I park the van and we walk towards the entrance rapidly. I get surpised as it's completely free to enter.

By the entrance, there's a souvenir shop, a water garden, and a small butterfly house. I grab Keanna's hand and we start our night at the zoo by admiring and touching butterflies.

This reminds me of the story she told me back when we were in the Rainbow Falls. How she discovered her secret garden. My heart breaks once again as I imagine not going to that garden with her again anytime soon. Not laying down in the fresh and smelly green grass, not looking at the clouds, not eating another starfruit from her tree, not laughing along with her. Damn it, I am getting sentimental for the third time today.

"Look, there's a purple one," Keanna says, pointing to a butterfly in the corner of the house. I stop thinking and smile at her. She walks towards the butterfly and stands in her tiptoes, trying to reach it.
"Let me get it for you, shorty," I say, laughing.
"Thank you, skyscraper," Keanna says, nonchalantly.
"Fair enough," I say, raising my eyebrows with a smirk. "Those will be our new nicknames."

She laughs, shaking her head and then looking to the ground with a radiant smile peeking through her lips. I walk closer to the purple butterfly and, by simply raising my arm and putting my finger in front of the insect, it stands in my hand. I carefully move my arm down and turn to Keanna.

She smiles and tries to take it, but it flies away. "This butterflies hate me."
"And they love me," I say, picking another butterfly intentionally.
"Ugh," she says, rolling her eyes.
"Aw, but I love you," I say, releasing the butterfly and wrapping her into a hug. "Isn't that enough shorty?"
"It surely is," she mutters, turning her head to kiss my cheek and then get back in my hug.

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"Oh my God!" Keanna exclaims as she sees Namaste, the white tiger. "He's so majestic."
"Oh, hell yeah," I say, smiling at the tiger, who walks behind the cyclone wire surrounding his habitat.

His black stripes mark his pure, white fur, which shines with the artificial light of the zoo. He's walking around with a royal posture and teeth ready to hunt. His eyes lay in us and he tilts his head for a moment, and then walks to a giant rock to sleep on it's plain top.

"Nature's miracles," Keanna sighs.
"Now, next stop, the birds!" I exclaim, like a touristic guide.
"Wo-hoo!" Keanna exclaims, sarcastically.
"They sure will be intereting," I say, grabbing her hand as we start walking to the place we think birds are.
"Well, tell me Harry," Keanna starts saying, "what are you going to do when you get back to London?"
"First of all, I will enjoy a week or two with my family," I answer, "and then the guys and me will finish the details for our disc."
"You new disc, huh?" Keanna asks. "What's its name? Let me guess... Four. Because it's your fourth disc."
"Oh," I say as she laughs out loud.
"Wait," she looks to me, "I guessed it right?"
"Kind of, yes," I say, laughing.
"Are you really going to name it Four?"
"We've been four years together, it's our fourth disc, so yeah."
"Creative."
"Hey," I say, hitting one of her shoulders softly, "it means something, that's the point."
"I agree," she says, smiling.

After walking a few seconds more beside houses with wonderful birds, we find a small tunnel made of cyclone wire and tall gray tubes. The top of the tunnel is filled with green vines and red roses, making our entrance to it more romantic. There are wooden benches at the sides and there's an exotic garden at the exit. It looks magical.

"I think this is a good place to have a slow dance," Keanna says, smiling at me.

I smile at her instantly but in my mind freaks out. Fuck, I'm horrendous for dancing, and I'm even worse in slow dancing. Oh God, how am I supposed to move my feet? Right then left? Left then right? Up and down to run of shame?

"Calm down," I think. "She loves you no matter how awful you dance or how many times you stomp in her feet."

She leaves her things in one of the benches, as well as I do. Then, she runs to the opposite end of the tunnel and I just frown. She rolls her eyes, laughing, and points to the other end. I still don't get it.

"Harry!" Keanna exclaims, giggling. "Don't you remember how you danced in your graduation?"
"I actually didn't assisted, telling the excuse that I was awfully sick and it was extremely contagious."
"Oh God, just stand in the other edge of the tunnel and follow my moves."

I nod and stand in my side of the tunnel.

"Oh, wait!" she quickly snaps. "We need music!"

She runs to the bench where she left her things and pulls her iPhone out, unlocking it and playing a song from iTube. The song starts with a violin, then there are drums. A voice that sounds familiar starts singing a quite catchy melody.

"Things That Stop You Dreaming," Keanna says, as she leaves her phone at the edge of the bench as she puts the volume up, "by Passenger."
"Passenger," I whisper. "I like that dude."

She smirks and goes back to her spot to start with the dance. I breathe in and out one last time before following the steps she takes. When we are enough close to each other, she raises her hand, telling me with her eyes to pick it. I join my fingers with hers and then I instinctively put my other arm around her waist. She blushes and places her hand in my back as well.

I contain the feeling of not only to blush, but to melt right in my feet.

Keanna steps to the right, and I go to the left correctly. Then we do the opposite and start rotating slowly as we dance. There's a point where I make her spin and then fall in my arms, without even noticing the perfection of my moves.

Now I don't even hear the music or the chirps of the birds, I just hear her breathing and my heart racing. She still stays in the same position, and we both stare at our eyes. When I pull her up, we stand closer to each other. She smiling, I finally blushing.

"You are not a bad dancer after all, skyscraper."

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