Lost

Chapter 5

Harry's P.O.V

The two minute car ride back to their adorable house on the beach was agonizing. I was dreading getting to that house and having to endure her punches she was sure to throw and the screaming. Was it even worth it?

I watched as Rachel jumped out of the car and ran up the porch steps. I opened the door slowly and walked at a slow pace towards the impatient looking woman in front of me. I felt the butterflies in my stomach getting worse with every step, and I think Rachel saw my nervous state.

"You'll be great. Just help her, I can't." she said, her mouth turning into a deep frown. I sighed and followed her into the spacious house. My mind was too clouded to look around, so I just followed her straight into Zoey's room. Sure enough there was a pile of blankets covering the small girl. Her two-toned hair flowing messily from underneath the duvet.

"Rachel. I said I was sick. Why can't you leave me alone?" I heard Zoey's muffled voice say from under the thick duvet.

Rachel looked at me and gave me a nervous, reassuring smile, and patted my shoulder. I sighed and waited for her to close the door, leaving me and Zoey alone in her room. When no one answered her, she pulled the duvet from her face and looked at me with tired eyes, suddenly turning cold. I felt the chills running throughout my body from her icy glare.

"Harry?" she asked, a little confused. The death glare never left her face though.

"Yeah.. Zoey we need to talk." I said, cautiously taking a few steps towards her.

"Get. Out." she said slowly, gritting her teeth hard enough for them to possibly break. I hated the way she was looking at me, as if I were a monster, and to be honest, I kind of feel like one. Whatever the 'real story' was between her, Sean, Max, and James.. I was a little scared to know.

"Zoey, I want to know what happened. I don't think I know the whole story, and I want you to clear things up for me.. Okay?" I said, half expecting her to yell and tell me to get out, but secretly hoping she'd open up to me, not that I deserved it.

"Why does it matter now?" she said, exhaustion clear in her words. I sighed and walked closer, sitting on the bed next to her, daring to get closer.

"It matters." I simply said, trying to pry the truth out of her. She ran a hand through her long, knotted hair.

"Harry, it's over. I moved on." she said, still trying to avoid the truth. I wasn't about to leave without getting it out of her though.

"DAMN IT, TELL ME!" I yelled a little too loud. She flinched and scrambled back away from me, shutting her eyes. I felt my eyebrows scrunch together, and I grabbed at her wrist, but she shakily pulled away, opening her scared eyes. The worry and timidness that was showing through made me want to kick myself for making her feel scared of me. Why was she so scared?

"Zoey.." I said, in a softer, more cautious tone. Her eyes were frantic looking and she got off of the bed, revealing her bare legs. She was only wearing a huge t-shirt, that reached just above mid-thigh. The sight was beautiful in front of me, but I had to refrain from staring right now.

I stood up off of the plush mattress and walked around the edge of the bed to stand in front of her. Her forehead was crinkled and the frightened look never left her face. She had never reacted this way towards me, and it was scaring me all too much.

"What happened to you?" I asked timidly, reaching my hand up to her cheek, cupping her face in my hands. A small trail of tears fell down her cheeks, and I knew she wasn't able to see well with the puddle of tears in her big, doe-like eyes.

"Bad things, Harry. Bad things." she said, caving, and leaning into my palm. I felt a frown forming on my face, and I tried to wipe away the frown lines on her forehead.