Mission Impossible

Chapter 59 ~ Time to Let Go

HARRY'S POV

The alarm on my phone went off entirely too early in the morning. Not that it mattered anyways, since I hadn't slept a single minute since last night. How could I, when it felt like the world was crashing down around me?

And why? Because a girl I had known for 3, 4 months is dead? She wasn't anything to me anyways.

My stomach turned as I lied to myself. I couldn't explain it, but she was something to me. Something I had never experienced before. And I have had many, many experiences, except for one. And by the process of elimination...

I stopped my thought process by flinging off my covers and swinging my legs out of my bed. I couldn't say it. I was not ready to admit it to myself. Especially now that it didn't matter. She was gone. As quickly as she had walked into my life, she had left it.

And as I told myself this, I got that weird feeling in my stomach again. The one I had just felt when I lied to myself. But this wasn't a lie. She was gone. Right?

CLARA'S POV

"I'm here!" I called out to Zayn after he said my name. Even though I was standing in water, I splashed my face with some more, as if the extra coating would hide the realization I just had in the shower, after Zayn and I had slept together no less.

"You haven't made a break for it, yet," Zayn remarked as he climbed in the shower with me.

"Key word being 'yet'," I told him with a chuckle as I stepped aside for him to get more of the hot water. "The more time I spend with Maxwell, the closer I'll get."

Zayn laughed as he leaned his head back and wet his hair. I admired him, as he truly was such a good looking person. Splash some water on him, and I'm already ready to go for round two. "He's not as bad once you get to know him," Zayn said, but I hadn't forgotten the way he looked as we sat outside Maxwell's house.

"Really?" I asked, as we switched places again. "I got the impression you weren't the biggest fan."

"I owe him a great deal," Zayn said slowly. "I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for him." I just nodded, too scared to ask for clarification. I wasn't sure if he meant he wouldn't have this job, or he wouldn't be alive, and I didn't want to think about him being on the brink of death. Mostly because I was the one who point him there.

"What did he pull you into his office to talk about, anyways?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the best of me. I only hoped this would go better than the last time I decided to let my curiosity win.

"Take a guess," Zayn chuckled.

"Well, this could be the narcissist in me, but I'm guessing it was about me."

"Correct. You're something of a mystery to him," he revealed. "Well, to everyone really." Normally that comment would made me proud. Mysterious, as every spy should be. But it only twisted my stomach around, because he was wrong. I was a mystery to everyone, except for Harry. I know he didn't know everything about me, but he still understood me. Better than anyone else did. Better than I did.

But then again, didn't Zayn know me better than anyone else, too?

When I found out my parents died, it was like he could sense in me something was wrong before I even told him. He knew exactly what I needed, what I wanted, and what I was thinking. Because he was the same. He taught me how to be a functioning member of society again.

And yet, as I stared at the beautiful brown eyes in front of me, I wished for green.

HARRY'S POV