Tarzan [ Harry Styles ]

CHAPTER FIVE

~*~ Hoofstuk Vyf ~*~

After the extraordinary night, Harry is doing a constant habit every morning. He wakes up which consist of rapid hand movements and extreme exhaustion after.

When the sun's top part peeks over the horizon, is also the time when his eyes would snap open with Jane's face on his mind. He fleets off his bed, put his dirty, tattered, black pants on, grabs a small cutting knife and tucks it inside his back pocket, tiptoes through the cabin, and run ones he is out of the door.

He hastily gathers fresh fruits with moist on them: blueberries, kiwis, blackberries, oranges, bananas, apples, papayas, and a coconut.

Harry sat on the ground while cracking the top of the coconut with a sharp stone then pours the coconut juice in a cup made from tree. Peeled off the skins of the oranges and apples with his small knife then cuts them into pieces. He puts the fruits inside the empty coconut shell after.

He peacefully waits for Jane to wake up then, with the chirps of birds and cricket echoing around, under the clear blue sky.

"So good," Jane moans in delight as she slowly chews the fruity, nutritious breakfast Harry brought for her. Like all her taste buds are high fiving each other. "Where did you picked these?" she asks, her cheeks bloat.

"Up the hill, near our house." He answers.

Making Jane jumps slightly in excitement, "Are you living with your family, Harry?"

"Um," he hesitates, looking away from Jane.

But when he looks up again to her steel blue eyes with eye dust at the corner, he was hypnotized like he wants to tell her everything about his life.

"Yeah," he turns his head to look at the sun's location. "When the sun is 120 degrees from the east, I will be here and take you to my house." He said, standing up then quickly runs to the forest. Jane looks at him in disbelief as he disappears further through the trees.

"Daddy?" Jane got up, made her way to her father to wake him up, and ask about the sun.

Jane changed into her yellow floor-length dress with patches on the ends. Harry was stunned when he saw her. He was about to kneel on the ground and worship her. Since the day they met, that yellow dress was now his favorite thing to see.

As they are walking through the narrow pathway, Harry's hand is cold and sweating against hers. His heart is thumping against his chest like it will burst out. He is pacing rapidly which he doesn't realize that he is unintentionally and literally tugging Jane behind him.

But at the end of the trees, a cabin made from trees stood firmly at the middle. Harry turns his neck and looks over his shoulder, wide dimply smile spread on his face.

He lets go of her hand and jogs inside then he appeared, beacons her to walk towards him. "Welcome to our humble abode." He steps on the side to let her step inside.

Jane looks around the place which everything is made up of lumber: chairs, lamp, and a small table.

"Hello, dear." Jane was blinded by Anne's beauty. Her black hair tied in a messy bun, sweat on her forehead, slight wrinkle at the corner of her eyes when she smiles, in a soiled green shirt rolled up to her elbows, a black long skirt and an unclean apron but still manage to look a goddess.

"H-hi." Jane stutters making her cheeks flush and Anne likewise.

Harry places his hand on the small of her back, sending light electricity through her nerves making her jump slightly. He flicks his head signaling her to walk.