Stranded with the Rockstar (Rockstar #1)

6. Harry

Today is the day. Finally.

Sunny wakes up first, per usual, and disengages herself from him. He would normally roll onto his side at this point to return to sleep, but he's too excited.

She is standing on the sand, staring into the ocean. She's wearing her white tank top and baggy, rolled up pants—the same thing she's worn for the past eleven days. Her brown hair is braided and resting down her back, tied in a knot at the end. It's typically pulled tighter, but strands escape every night while they sleep.

He joins her on the beach, throwing one arm over her shoulders. It's easy for him considering she's at least five inches shorter. He can tell she doesn't like it when he does it, but he doesn't particularly care. His latest therapist told him he finds comfort in the touch of others. And he needs comforting on this island more than she does. "How long until they find us, do you think?"

She shrugs. "I couldn't even guess. But once the ship docks today, and they realize you are missing, I can only imagine the lengths your devoted fans will go to."

He knows she's right. Once his assistant figures out that he's not on the ship, the internet videos of girls crying into the camera, praying for his safe return, will be endless. It happened when he decided to turn off all his social media two years ago for a month. And he'd been safe and sound in the arms of a number of supermodels the entire time. This incident is bound to spur even more intensity.

"Well, what about you?" He looks down at her. "Surely you'll have quite the investigation as well?"

She shakes her head, still staring at the waves. "I honestly don't know if anyone will be looking for me."

He doesn't know what to say that. She hasn't given any details about her life since they've been stuck together. In fact, he's not sure he's ever met a more boring individual. But surely she has family, at least. She's mentioned her mum, giving her as the reason for her ridiculous name. She's also mentioned camping with her father as a reason for all her survival skills, for which Harry will be eternally grateful.

After they scoured the island looking for people, and determined that there were, in fact, none, she started a fire using two sticks and a tinder bundle. Harry had always assumed that was something only done in the movies and didn't know it was actually possible. She proved him wrong.

And then he watched in amazement as she created a net out of leaves and sticks for catching fish—giving them much needed protein after three days of eating nothing but bananas and coconuts.

She's even set up a nice little camp for them. It's right on the edge of the forest and next to the beach. She didn't want it to be amongst the trees because of the bugs and knew it would be too hot on the beach. The raft is secured onto the tree trunk thanks to some vines, and she's dug a fire pit not too far, yet not too close to it.

She's even constructed a 'calendar' on a nearby log to mark off the days. Besides the complete lack of entertainment, it actually hasn't been that bad here, thanks to Sunny.

So how could it be possible that this girl—who has undoubtedly saved Harry's life—have no one?

"I'm going to go wash up," she says, her voice taking on a sad tone that he isn't sure he's heard out of her yet. "Can you check to see if we need more water?"

He nods, but she doesn't see him. She is already walking in the direction of the pond they found their first day here. That day it took them an hour to find it, but after discovering a well worn path, it cut the time down to around five minutes. Which, considering it has become their main source of water, is a very good thing.