Mission Impossible

Chapter 63 ~ Coming Back

CLARA'S POV

"Let's get married", I blurted out loud. In front of me stood one of the best spies I had ever worked with. He knew how to hide his emotions and be cool under pressure. But right now the cool, calm, and collected spy that I knew was gone, replaced by a book I could read any day of the week.

Confusion.

Shock.

Excitement.

Relief.

Joy.

Hesitance.

Elation.

"Clara, are you- are you okay?" Zayn asked me, taking a tentative step towards me. I tilted my head to one side, questioning his words.

"What?" I asked him, not understanding what the big deal was. "You wanted to marry me a few years ago. Has something changed?" Zayn was quick to dismiss this.

"No, no, of course not," he said as he made his way in front of me. "It just seems a little out the blue."

"We've been engaged for two years now." I told him, ignoring the little 'break' we had when everyone thought he was dead. Because I tried to kill him. "I think it's about time," I said as I stood up to meet him.

I wobbled when I stood up a bit, my legs still not used to movement after days of complete stillness. But while my body wavered, my mind did not.

"So what do you say?" I asked him. Zayn's shocked face turned into one of happiness as his lips turned into a smile.

"I say it's time we picked up where we left off," he told me as he reached for my face and pulled me in for a sweet, yet passionate kiss. I gladly kissed him back, knowing this was the beautiful thing I needed to combat all the ugly. Zayn was the beautiful thing. Zayn was what I needed.

"I love you," Zayn whispered after he pulled away. I gave him a soft smile as I whispered back.

"I love you, too."

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Zayn and I walked down the stairs hand-in-hand to share our news with Damian and Maxwell. I felt like I was 18 again, telling my Mom and Dad that I had found the love of my life, and was going to spend the rest of myeline with him. My heart ached for a second as I realized my parents would not be here to see me off, or see my life with Zayn. They always loved Zayn.

"Lads," Zayn said as he walked into the living room. They both looked up at us as we walked in, Damian taking notice of our interlocked hands. "We have some news."

Maxwell straightened his suit, and Damian sat up a bit, both anticipating a big reveal. Zayn looked at me and smiled widely before turning back to them.

"We're getting married," he shared, proudly. Damian blankly stared at us.

"That's it?" he said with a shrug. "So two years ago." Maxwell did what looked to be an eyeball before standing up and walking towards us.

"I think this is magnificent. Congratulations to you both," he said, and his kindness was actually...genuine?

"Thank you," I said with a shy, but real, smile.

"I would love to offer you the house for the evening so you two can have a proper meal to celebrate. How does that sound?" Maxwell asked Zayn and I.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Damian whined before Zayn shot him one of his famous glares.

"That would be fantastic," he accepted Maxwell's offer.

"I have nothing to wear," I shared with the group, knowing my small Go-Bag didn't have anything in it to prepare me for this type of celebration.

"I can have a wardrobe brought over to you. Since you and Malik are tying the knot, it looks like you'll be tying the knot to the business, too. May as well start the preparations now," he said with a quick nod as he walked off to make some calls.

Something in me did not like the sound of tying the knot to this business. I did not like it at all. It was starting to come to an unbearable level of discomfort when Zayn squeezed my hand and brought my back to earth. Looking into his deep, brown eyes, I brushed any worry away.

"Let's go get ready," he suggested with a smile. I returned one as we walked back upstairs, hand-in-hand again.

Zayn dropped me off in the room we had been sharing before heading out to a different room to shower. After he closed the door, I undressed and went into the bathroom, enjoying how the warm water engulfed my body. It didn't take long for my mind to be engulfed, too. Engulfed with my parents, and Sydney, and Rain. And him.

Realizing my mind would wander even further if I stayed here, I shut the water off and rung the water out of my hair, sweeping the shower curtain aside and stepping out. When I saw a pair of joggers and a T-shirt folded next to the sink, my first thought was to smile at the sweet gesture. However, my smile soon faded as I remembered someone else doing this same sweet gesture for me all those months ago.

Everything came back to him.

But he was gone, and here was Zayn.

And Zayn always came back to me.

Now was my chance to prove to him, and myself, I'd always come back to him, too.