Mission Impossible

Chapter 19~Drifting

CLARA'S POV

  Harry continued driving towards the hotel we would be meeting the gang member at, but the ride was silent. What might have been a comfortable silence to him was uncomfortable for me, thinking about what Harry had just said.

  The thought of Harry liking me the way I liked him made my heart beat a little faster, but I knew being anything more then partners would be impossible, not just because of Zayn but because we were spies. Spies and relationships don't go well together, as anyone could see with how my last relationship ended.

  I started thinking about Zayn, and how much he had changed since the last time I had seen him, a year ago. He was cute and romantic, and now he looked ruggedly handsome and aggressive. I shook the thoughts of Zayn out of my head, knowing I could not be thinking about that sort of stuff with Zayn right after doing that was Harry...

  "You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Harry's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked over at him to see his gaze switching from me to the road. "Zayn."

  "Why do you say that?" I asked, defensively. Harry gave me a sad smirk.

  "I'm a spy; I'm good at picking up on things," he replied. I returned his smirk with a small one of my own.

  "How'd you know?" I asked, not even denying it. Harry paused and looked out at the road before answering me.

  "You get this kind of look in your eye, and it's just...I don't know how to explain it," Harry confessed and I chuckled at him.

  "I never really had time to get over him," I finally spoke after a long silence. Harry glanced over at me for a quick second.

  "A whole year isn't enough?" Harry asked and I would have been annoyed had it of been anyone else. I shook my head.

  "If we had just ended normally, maybe, but we didn't. We just ended, and there was no time to talk about feelings, so I was left without knowing anything. If we had ended normally, I would have been able to move on more easily knowing he didn't love me, or whatever, but since he wasn't there to say he didn't, I just didn't know. I didn't get to have closure," I ranted, and I could feel Harry's eyes on me as mine were focused on my hands in my lap.

  I didn't know what Harry would say, but I didn't expect what came next.

  "We're here," was all he said as he stopped the car and got out, leaving me there to stare at the seat he had just been in. I climbed out of the car, angry, as I made my way around the back to confront Harry where I assumed he would be, taking our stuff out from the trunk. I rounded the back and saw Harry smiling, instantly angering me more. As I opened my mouth to say something, I spotted a young man fishing things out of our trunk and putting them on a cart for us. My expression changed to one of happiness as I saw the man, knowing that our covers started now. Harry saw me and pulled me into him, wrapping his arm around my waist as I leaned into him.

  "As soon as you two get your room number, we will be notified and your bags will be sent up to you," the young man beamed, giving us a polite nod as he strolled the cart away and another man came up to take Harry's key and car away, parking it in the guest parking for us while we went into the lobby to get our room key.

  "What's our reservation under?" I whispered as we approached the desk.

  "I thought you knew," he whispered back and I wanted to punch him right then and there.

  "Just check the folder Rain gave us," I harshly whispered as my annoyance grew.

  "It's in the bags cart boy just rolled away," he answered a few feet away from the desk.