Z I O N
The moment we arrived back in the beach house from Pacific Beach, Harry was silent. He went upstairs and stayed in his room the entire morning while all of us were resting downstairs.
"Where's the other guitar in here?" Neal asks.
"Diana might have eaten it." I joked.
Diana rolled her eyes at me and I just adore how annoyed she gets every time I tease her. "You surely love to annoy the living hell out of me." She says while walking to the kitchen.
"Don't forget the foods in the fridge are not yours!" I yelled out.
Neal laughs his hysterical as he strums the guitar on the foot of the staircase.
Around two in the afternoon, I had woken up from my sleep and I didn't know I had fallen asleep on the couch and was tired since we slept late last night and we had to wake up early to leave the beach. Harry finally went out of his room and went out to surf hours ago while Neal is nowhere to be found in the living room. Georgina-Rose must be sleeping in her room too while Diana is still in the kitchen which scares me because she might have eaten our supply.
I see Neal approaching me so I instantly closed my eyes.
"Hey."
I hummed.
"Zion." Neal moves me to and fro.
I hummed again.
"Zioooon."
"Whaaaaat?" I moaned annoyingly as I opened my eyes and found Neal sitting next to me on the couch in the living room while his eyes were glued outside to the beach. I wonder who he is looking at and why in hell he is bugging me. "Neal go away, I want to relax." I say as I closed my eyes again.
"Zion." He calls out again.
I sigh as I part my lips, "What."
"Is something wrong with Harry?" He asks.
I paused and thought about Neal's words because I have noticed Harry's change of mood the moment we came back here. "I don't know. Why don't you ask Harry?" I answered him with a question as I kept my eyes closed.
"I did but he said he was fine."
"Then he is fine."
"But I don't think so."
"Then I don't think so."
Neal smacks my thigh, causing me to open my eyes again as I stare at his face. "You bastard, you're just repeating what I am saying." He complains.
I laugh at him. "Let Harry be Harry."
Neal looks uneasy, "Zion, didn't you feel the ineptness between Harry and America when we left Pacific Beach earlier?" Neal asks.
I thought I was the only who noticed it but I guess I am not wrong. Harry has not talked with America earlier in the morning and she did not ride Harry's motorbike too. What could have happened to them?
But I am more annoyed that Neal is still not allowing me to relax after letting me sleep in a small tent with him and Harry last night. Three tall grown men struggling in a small tent with our feet out in the sand as we sleep. Neal adds as he sounds worried, "Something must have happened between the two of them that we didn't know why."
I groan, "Neal, whatever is going on between him and Merry is none of our business."
"I know." He answers quickly but he is still looking outside. "I'm just worried about Harry because he has been surfing on the beach for three hours nonstop now." Neal tells me before leaving me alone on the couch as I watch him stand by the door still staring at Harry.
I slowly pulled myself up and looked outside, finding Harry surfing under the heat of the sun. "What is that fucker doing at this hour? Is he planning to die out of heat stroke?" I asked.
Neal shrugs his shoulders, "Beats me. But I feel like something is wrong with him. He must be thinking about something. Surfing is usually his escape to his things out of his head."
Harry always surfs for hours whenever he is bothered about something and even though he does not tell us much about his life or himself, we all know when something is wrong with that guy. He becomes silent and not his usual jolly self when he is thinking hard about something. He surfs when he wants to void out things that bothers him. I knew something was wrong with him and Merry before we left Pacific Beach but I just didn't bother to ask him since he's the type of guy who does not really share anything, unlike Neal.
"Shouldn't we talk to him?" Neal asks me.
"We need to use a much more talkative person if we want to talk things with him." I answered.
I headed to the kitchen where Diana is and I found her sitting on a tall stool, eating my tub of ice cream without asking for permission, "What the actual fuck D?" I approached her.
She smiles, "This is a really tasty ice cream."
"You never ask for permission when you eat my share in the fridge." I grabbed the tub of ice cream away from her as I pulled myself a spoon. "At least show some respect you know."
"Ugh, you're such a killjoy." She rolls her eyes at me.
I sat right across her, "Hey. What's up with Harry?"
"You realized it too?" She asks as I nod at her. "After Pacific Beach, he's just really quiet. He stayed up in his room for hours and went down bringing his surfing board without saying anything."
"Do you think it must have something to do with America?" I asked her as she grabs the tub of ice cream away from my hand.
She shoves a smaller piece into her mouth, "I think so. They were not speaking to each other this morning. And Merry rode with me. So that must mean something."
I purse my lips, "Fishy."
Diana stares out of the window, "Damn he has been surfing out there for a long time now."
I glance at the window too, "Get it out there and talk to Harry."
She looked back at me, "What?! Why me?"
I stand from my seat, "Because you're a good talker. I'll drive to Merry's place and talk with her."
Diana stands.
"Text me as soon as you got it out from Harry." I tell her.
"Well it won't be easy but I'll try." Diana answers me as she walks to her surfboard which is next to the fridge. "Say hi to Merry for me."
I nod, "If we confirm things about them then I have the perfect plan for these rascals to talk to each other again. I don't really like seeing Harry being all gloomy. It's so…. unusual."
"I like it when you're using your brain sometimes." She teases.
I rolled my eyes at her as gave each other a fist bump. I left the beach house and found Neal still standing by the doorway. "Yo Neal. If someone will look for me, tell them I went out." I say without looking back at him while I grabbed my helmet from the rack.
"Where are you going?" He calls out.
"Somewhere."