Lost

Chapter 6

*Tick Tock*

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall was infuriating to say the least. I couldn't help wanting to go wake Zoey and shake information out of her. It was all eating away at me, and I couldn't help but think the 'bad things' she was talking about had something to do with Sean and my other friends. I couldn't help but think I could have done something to prevent these 'bad things.'

Zoey's P.O.V

I woke up with a jolt, having another one of my frequent nightmares. I stared at the green letters on my clock. It's nearly eight o'clock, and I've once again slept away another day. I decided to get up and eat for the first time in these past days. 

I got up too fast and felt dizzy, so I sat back down on the end of my bed trying to gain my sight back. It's very unhealthy when I do this. I really shouldn't go so many days without eating anything. I decided to try one more time to get up without passing out, and stood up. Much to my dismay, I fell onto the hard floor, making a loud banging noise. 

Not even two seconds later someone came barging into my room, and picked me up with ease. I looked up to see Harry standing in front of me, and I suddenly felt really embarrassed. I was embarrassed of the way I acted a few hours ago, and for falling on my arse. 

He gave me a questioning look, and steadied me on my bare feet. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing bottoms, and blushed profusely. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, obvious worry in his words. 

"Food." I said, not being able to say anything else. He nodded and picked me up bridal style and carried me to the kitchen. He sat me on one of the bar stools.

"Where are your pans?" he asked, turning in circles. 

"Under the stove." I said, pointing to the silver drawer under the older modeled stove. Harry nodded and grabbed a skillet out, the went to the fridge, retrieving two eggs and a pack of bacon. I just watched him, not sure why he was being so nice to me so suddenly. 

He turned the stove on and placed the pan over the burner, heating it up. Then he placed four strips of bacon over the hot areas on the fresh pan. 

Once he was finished playing chef, he put the bacon and eggs on a plate and placed it in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice. 

"You do know it's eight at night, right?" I asked, motioning towards the clock. He blushed the tiniest bit, and smirked. I grew to hate that smirk. 

"Well, love. You did just wake up." he said, reminding me of the old Harry. I glared at him, and when he noticed my change in mood, he dropped the smirk and the whole bad ass act.

"Thanks." I said, in a monotone. He just nodded and leaned against the marble counter. 

"How was your sleep?" he asked, getting rid of the awkward silence. 

"It was okay." I shrugged. Harry nodded and his mouth formed an 'o.'

"So what time does Rachel get home?" he asked, his brows furrowing. 

"Not until twelve. You don't have to babysit me anymore. You can go." I said, shoveling more food into my mouth. I had already cleared the plate, and Harry stared at me unbelieving. He took the plate from me, and placed it in the full sink. 

"I volunteered. I don't want to go. I want to talk." he said, still not giving up on his whole 'I want to know the truth' scheme. I honestly didn't think it would change anything. 

"I don't want to talk." I said, standing from the stool. Harry gave me a cold glare, and followed me into the living room area, sitting on the couch with me. I turned the telly on, flipping through the channels, knowing he was still staring at me. 

He suddenly took the remote from my hands and turned the telly off. 

"What the hell?" I said.

"Tell me the truth about what happened three years ago." he said, staring holes into the centers of my eyes. I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair. 

"Harry, why should I tell you?" I asked him. 

"Because I deserve to know?" he said, more as a question. 

"Just like I deserved everything that happened?" I asked, watching his eyes turn from their pretty shade of emerald green to a darker, colder green. I automatically regretted bringing that up. 

"God damn it. Fucking tell me before I have a panic attack from over thinking things. I need to know what happened. What did they do to you?" he practically yelled. I sat there for a few minutes, speechless until Harry moved in his seat, making me flinch backwards slightly. 

"Nothing you say or do to try and 'help' me can ever change what happened. It's not going to fix me. Just like you said, I'm fucked up, and unfixable." I said, in a tired and slow voice. Harry's eyes turned sad and sorrowful, making me want to cry. 

"I didn't mean that. You just make me so crazy sometimes. I'm so sorry I ever said anything hurtful or mean to you. I'm so so so sorry for those two years of absolute torture I put you through. I was just so mad at you, Zoey. I hated you." he said, tears running down his cheeks by now. 

"Why would you hate me?" I said, not believing he had any reason to ever hate me. 

"You slept with three of my best mates, Zoey. That hurt me more than you know. I couldn't believe it, and when Sean, Max, and James told me how you just gave it up to them, I couldn't believe it at first, but the rumors started spreading and I couldn't help but hate you." he said, anger rising in his tone. I was taken back by his assumption, because I thought out of anyone he would know I would never do that. 

"Harry, we need to take a walk. I need to tell you some things. You think you know the truth, but it's lies they were feeding you." I said, disgusted with those jerks.

*Jake Edwards: Robbie Amell* ------->