Aloha Aloha ✩ Harry Styles (Editing)

Chapter 20

"Want some breakfast?" I ask, smiling to the girls.
"Yeah, please, a..." Louis starts.
"I was asking to the girls," I say, making him to stick his tongue at me.
"Yeah, please, what's on the menu?" Keanna asks.
"Uh... there's Nutella and some... bread," I say. "And also Cheerios."
"Nutella sandwiches," Josie says. "I am done with those Cheerios."
"Don't you have nuts?" Keanna asks.
"Nutella, bread, and Cheerios," I repeat, "that's all we have by now."
"You need to be creative," she says, standing up and stretching her arms.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"There's a macadamia nut tree planted besides the hotel," she says, smiling.
"Wasn't there were every couple wrote their names in a heart and all those things?" Josie asks, giggling.
"Oh yeah," Keanna says. "Anna and Ethan already did that."
"How corny," Josie says, laughing.
"Who comes with me?" Keanna asks.
"Me..." I say. She smiles at me.
"Nobody else?" she asks. Everybody shake their heads and make smirks. "Okay."

She smiles and goes out of the room.

"Harry, won't you need a knife to carve your names in the tree?" Josie asks, making the guys laugh. I roll my eyes.
"You are all very immature," I say. I go out of the room, hearing some laughs from the guys. I grab the hotel card and turn to see where's Keanna. She's not in here and the door is open, so she must have already gone. I walk out of the room, lock the door and get quickly down the stairs.

In my way out, I think of how beautiful Keanna looked when she woke up. Her hair was a little tousled, she looked tired, but somehow, she still looked pretty.

When I get out, I turn to see where the tree is. In the right side, where there are a few trees planted, I see Keanna trying to reach a nut, though, she wasn't the enough tall. The tree is a few feet tall, it had many green leaves, and many macadamia nuts. Names are carved in the trunk, as Josie said.

I run fast toward her and arrive in some seconds.

"Let me help you," I say, walking beside her and reaching for the nut easily. I pull it and give it to her. I see we are near each other, maybe a few centimeters. She notices and takes a step back, blushing.
"There are some over there that I couldn't reach too," she says, smiling. Then she points to the left side of the tree.
"Why do they look like limes?" I ask, reaching another two of them. They are round and have a green skin.
"It's just a green coat," she says, walking with her hands behind her back. "And inside that, there's another coat, a black one. And then there's the nut."
"The nut has cold or something like that?" I ask, grinning.
"If that explains it for you," she says, making me laugh. I end up giving Keanna more than 20 of this green coated macadamia nuts. She holds all of them in a plastic bag she brought.
"How did you know of this tree?" I ask, sitting in the ground.
"The restaurant sometimes asks me to buy this nuts and give me a few bucks for that," she says, sitting beside me. Her bare knee rubs mine. "When I don't buy them and pick them free from trees, they tell me to keep the money they first gave me."
"That's cool," I say.
"Yeah," she says, smiling. Then she points to the trees. "Another reason is that these trees make me sentimental."
"Why?" I ask, frowning.
"Because Madison and I planted one of these when we were little, here," she says. Her eyes sparkle. I look away, knowing that if I kept looking at her I would do something dumb.
"Which one?" I ask.
"That one," she says, pointing to a small tree far from the others. She widens her smile. "It has the names of my best friends, though..."
"Though?" I ask, seeing that she then stopped talking.
"Cody's name is there, too," she whispers.
"Was he your boyfriend?" I ask, begging that it wasn't an uncomfortable question.
"No," she says immediately. "He was just a friend. Well, he made me thought that. He..."
"Don't talk about that," I say. She looks at me and frowns. "You don't need to."
"Wow," she says, impressed. "Thanks."
"Why are you impressed?" I ask, laughing.
"Because... nobody does that," she finally says.
"Well, I do," I say, smiling. She smiles back and looks at her hand. No... she looks at our hands. Our intertwined hands.