Lost

Chapter 4

"Zoey" I heard Rach say, from somewhere in my room. I rolled over on my mattress and looked up at my beautiful best friend. 

"Yeah?" I said, my voice cracking the slightest bit.

"Babe, you've been in bed for two days. Want to go out on the beach for a stroll?" she asked me. I just groaned and covered my face in the comforter.

"I'm sick. I can't move." I told her, cocooning myself in the blankets. 

"Zoey! You're making yourself sick. Get up!" she said, in a tired voice. I sighed and turned over to face her. 

"Look can't I just stay in bed another day? I promise i'll get up tomorrow." I said, giving her a pleading look.

"You said that yesterday, and the day before." she said, a look of disappointment on her face. I sighed and pulled the duvet over my head once again.

"I refuse to move." I said.

"Whatever." she said, and left my room, slamming the door. 

Rachel's P.O.V

I knew I had to do something about this. She couldn't stay in bed for three days straight, but I had no idea what I was going to do. I didn't know how I was going to make all of this better. The only thing I knew to do was to go to the culprit, and that's exactly what I did. 

I got in my car, and drove to the mansion closer to the diner, and pressed to red button to call in. 

"Yes?" a guy said over the loud speaker. 

"I'm here to talk to Harry." I said, crossing my fingers that he would let me in. 

"Regarding what ma'm?" the man said. 

"Could you just tell him that Rachel from the diner needs to talk to him, and to meet me on the beach as soon as he can?" I asked, in a rushed, aggravated tone. There was a long pause, but the crackling of the speaker sounded, and the man's voice could be heard again.

"Ma'm, he said he'd be out there when he get's ready." he said. I rolled my eyes, knowing he would probably take his time.

"Okay, thank you." I said, in a rude tone. Not meaning to be rude to the generous man working the speaker box. 

I pulled out onto the small highway and drove to a clearing, and parked me jeep. I hopped out and placed my rainbows in the glove compartment, and headed down the beach in front of the mansion that One Direction were staying in. I had no idea how long they'd be here, but honestly the sooner they left, the better things would be. But Harry would fix his mess before he ran off. 

I sat in the hard sand, the wind blowing through my light brown hair, and making my eyes burn just a tad from the salt in the air. I sat there for around ten minutes, just watching the ocean, and the seagulls, until I heard light footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw Harry with a white Rolling Stones shirt on, and some rolled up jean shorts. His hair was pulled back into a bandana, and he smiled cheekily at me. 

"May I help you gorgeous?" he asked, making me want to punch him in the face. I gave him a heartless stare, making the smirk fall from his face. 

"Sit down." I said, and he obliged. He held a very confused look on his face, but got comfortable in the sand beside of me. 

"What's up?" he asked, in a more serious tone.

"My best friend has been in the bed for two and a half days now. I need you to help me get her out. It's not healthy, and you are the main cause of her problems right now." I said, my tone probably harsher than I thought it would sound. 

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" he asked.

"Apologize for one. Take back everything you said to her at the diner, even though it's scared her even more now. Congratulations. You made a girl cry for days. Are you happy?" I asked. His face turned to worry and regret. 

"I made her cry for days?" he asked, oblivious to the effect his words have on that poor girl stuck in her bed right now.

"Yeah, shit head. You made her cry. She's balled her pretty little eyes out since you said those hurtful things to her at the diner. She didn't deserve what you faggots did to her. She deserved to be treated a lot better than that. And your so called 'best friend,' he deserves a lot worse than what he did to her." I spat. 

"Sean didn't do anything to her. Nothing that she didn't bring upon herself." he said, and I was fuming by now. I didn't care if he was the most beloved pop star in the world, I pulled my fist back and punched him square in the jaw. 

"What the fuck was that for?" he yelled, rubbing at his newly bruised jaw. 

"For being so arrogant, and stupid. What Sean did to her was far from okay, and she didn't bring any of that shit on herself. She didn't deserve that." I said, anger clear in my voice.

"It's not my fault she decided to fuck him and he didn't call. Him or my other two best mates. They were just getting some, but she expected more. They couldn't give that to her, and she should have known." he said, and now it was my turn to look confused. So maybe he didn't know the truth of what happened.

"Is that really what you think happened?" I asked him. 

"I know that's what happened. Sean told me the night he fucked her. Max and James told me the nights they fucked her. Everyone knew, she isn't innocent here." he said, lies spilling out of his mouth. Maybe he didn't know them to be lies, but they were still lies. I stood up, Harry following. 

"Harry, that is not what happened. Maybe you should go talk to Zoey and find the truth behind this fucked up situation." I said, in a calmer tone. Harry's face turned to one of confusion, and I had to admit I was even more confused. So it wasn't just Sean who raped her? Two other guys had too?

"What do you mean? What do you know that I don't?" he asked, grabbed my wrist as I tried to walk away. 

"Harry it's not my place to tell you. If you want to know what really happened, talk to Zoey. But don't be surprised if she won't tell you, because what you did to her is unforgivable." I said, pulling away from him, and walking up the beach and towards my car. 

"Wait!" Harry yelled after me, catching up in a matter of seconds. "Take me to her now." 

*Max Ryder: Logan Lerman* ------->