With the crying ban in full effect, Harry decides it's time to break into the coconut. He had retrieved the stone from the rock pool where we had found the plane door. Apparently just holding the 'man-made weapon', he'd never felt 'more masculine'. Given the female following I know full well has has, I find that hard to believe.

He sends me off to retrieve the tippee cups, during which I had forced myself to forget who they had belonged to.

Positivity only.

When I return, he's kneeling down in the sand with the coconut wedged between his thighs and a serious expression on his face. I notice his bare shoulders are peeling similarly to my forearms. If being stranded doesn't kill us - skin cancer surely will. 

"I'm probably supposed to have some sort of protective eye wear on." He tells me. "So try not to feel too guilty when I'm blinded in process of getting your breakfast."

He's smirking again.

"Oh, give it a rest." I roll my eyes at his incessant need to continually tease me about my breakfast request and place my hands on my hips with the tippee cups hooked around my left fingers.

I tilt my head up towards the sky and sigh, willing for a cloud to pass over. Will this heat ever let up? It's like a permanent sunbed here, one where the lid is trapped shut.

"Once you have finished sunning yourself," Harry chirps up. I flush. "Would you mind joining me over here?"

I hurry over and drop down on my knees opposite him in the sand; placing the tippee cups to my side. The sand runs into my jeans through the torn material and I make a mental note to swap them for the jersey shorts I had found in the feminine suitcase. Addie and Jules would ridicule me if they knew that salty, dried denim and the beach had actually existed in conjunction with one another. 

"I'm going pierce a hole in the top so that we can pour the milk into the tippee cups." Harry tells me, wearing the most serious expression I have seen on him yet. He has the pointed stone raised above the coconut and looks as though he's about to make a sacrifice. "Then I'll break it open so we can eat the fruit."

I open my mouth to reply but he's already bringing the jagged edge down to meet the furry outer layer. The two collide and a piece of shell shoots over my head. 

"Ah!" I squeal for the second time today and revert back to my safety position of covering my head with my hands. 

"Apologies." Harry says quickly but it sounds more like a grunt as he brings the rock down for the second time. More shell shoots off and this continues for five more aggressive hits until he manages to wedge through and form a rather deformed hole. 

The scent of coconut is instant and I find myself looking up and grinning at Harry who wrinkles his nose. 

"I don't actually like coconut." He confesses. "My Mum went on a coconut based diet when I was fifteen and I haven't been able to shake the smell ever since."

I frown at him for a moment before bursting out laughing.  "Are you serious? You were the one lecturing me about 'turning my nose up' at it and you can't even stand the stuff." 

He wrinkles his nose again. "For the sake of my survival, I'm happy to suffer."

"Oh, honestly." I roll my eyes as he gestures that he's going to tilt the coconut. I move one of the cups beneath it and watch as the clear liquid pours out into the see through container. White flecks float in the liquid and I chuckle as Harry grimaces. 

We manage to fill three and a half of the four cups and after securing the lids on one and a half of them, I nudge one of the remaining two over to Harry. We both stand up as he accepts it slowly and almost reluctantly but brings it up to his lips and sniffs.

"God, it really is awful." He groans. "Imagine three months of just that smell in your house?" 

"It reminds me of home too." I tell him quietly and bring my own cup to my mouth. It's very sweet smelling and I'm sure that if I closed my eyes right now, I would be able to imagine myself in the shower cubicle at home, surrounded by steam and hot water with my mother incessantly banging on the door and yelling for me to hurry up. 

"Your Mum's into fad diets too then, huh?" Harry asks and takes the smallest sip. His whole face scrunches up but his sips evolve into gulps and eventually the contents is completely empty. I take my own mouthful eagerly and swallow it. 

I don't know what he's complaining about - it's so good. It tastes completely fresh, albeit a little warm. 

"My shampoo and conditioner is coconut flavour." I reply eventually and my eyes dart out to the sea. "It's probably floating around out there somewhere now though."

As I drift my eyes back to Harry, I catch sight of the waves splashing up against one of the bodies, reanimating it as one of the arms lifts slightly with tide. My stomach churns at the puppet like appearance until nudges my shoulder. 

"Sorry." I say. "I was just thinking that we are going to have to do something about...that."

Harry brings the cup away from his mouth and casts his eyes over to the shoreline. He looks sad again.

"I know." He mutters. "But let's at least crack this coconut open first and then I want to show you the fresh water spring." 

His face lights up as he reaches the end of his sentence. I can feel my own spirits lift too. The prospect of fresh water will certainly be a game changer for myself. 

"Deal." I tell him with a small smile. "Plus I want to change out of those minging clothes." 

Harry snorts with laughter.

"What?" I ask confused. I can feel blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. I can't bear the feeling of being outside of a joke, although I'm not entirely sure who else Harry could possibly be joking with. 

"Minging?" He reiterates, amusement plastered all over his face. 

"Yes, minging." I retort. "You know - like gross or foul smelling or just generally...minging." 

Harry snorts again; his eyes crinkling at the sides. 

"Seriously, what is it!?" I cry desperately. My eyebrows mash together with annoyance but it could also just be from squinting at the sun. 

"I know what minging means." He tells me with a smile. "You just don't seem like the sort of person who uses it in a sentence."  

"What is that supposed to mean? You don't even know me, Harry." I huff and he looks a little taken aback. "In fact, just forget about it. There are far more pressing matters at hand." 

I shake my head but Harry snorts...yet again. I glare at him. 

"I'm sorry!" He raises his hands in defence. "But 'minging' and 'pressing matters at hand' cannot be from the same person's vocabulary." 

"Please stop." I say and cross my hands over my chest but I'm well aware that even I'm fighting a smile. 

Damn you, Harry Styles. 

Eventually he turns his attention back to the coconut and begins to hack away at it again. Shards of the outer shell fly off in all directions and I shield myself with my palms. It's not long before a crack runs through the middle of the coconut and one more hit results in it splitting in two. 

"Victory." Harry says to himself as he pulls it apart and reveals two bowls of shiny, virgin white flesh. 

"Well, would you look at that." I accept one of the halves from him and begin grating my teeth against it, similarly to removing the final layer of sliced melon from the rind. I have to spit out a few hairs and the occasional shell but seem to successfully gain myself chunks of crisp and chunky fruit. 

It doesn't taste like bounty at all but it's food. 

It's another step in the right direction and my stomach growls hungrily as I finally satisfy its demands. 

I notice Harry is using a slightly different approach; sticking to his trusty rock to pry the pieces off the shell. I continue with my far more unsophisticated method until I've devoured at least a third of the surface area. 

"I think I'll save some for later." I announce and wipe my mouth with the back of left hand. I watch as Harry crunches down on the lumps of the fruit of which he so detests. For someone who really claims to be anti-coconut, he's sure making good progress. He's eaten far more than myself but eventually pulls away, leaving white flecks all over his chin and cupid's bow. 

"Well, I certainly feel much better for that." He says in a calm voice and he actually sounds like he means it. He takes a few breaths while staring at the ground before eventually looking at me and smiling. 

It's not his amused, teasing smile. 

Nor is it his sad and slightly apologetic one. 

I think it's a smile of relief. And so I smile back.

It's almost as if there's an understanding between us; a smile of unspoken words. Words that don't need to be heard but are both felt by the two of us so incredibly deeply. 

A coconut might just be a coconut but discovering or not discovering it could have been life or death for us. 

Harry suddenly approaches me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. 

I'm startled for a second but eventually wrap my own arms around him. It's only then that I realise he's shaking.

Behind his bravado and terrible jokes, he's just as terrified as I.