Mission Impossible

Chapter 24~ Moving On

CLARA'S POV

  "I would like you all to spend the rest of class going around campus and finding a piece of nature that inspires you, and write about it. You can work on it on Monday in class if need be," our teacher said, and kids started pilling out of the room, eager to leave class early. I watched as Harry shot up out of his seat, quickly pushing through the kids and getting to the front of the crowd, causing me to lose him. I wiped the small tears from my eyes, grabbing my school bag and rushing out the door, needing to find Harry.

  Once I was outside, I tried to think about where to go. Harry and I didn't know the campus that well, so it would most likely be a place he had already been to. After a seconds thought, I took off in a light jog to the abandoned courtyard we had sat in a couple days earlier. When I reached the secluded space, I let out a small breath as I saw Harry sitting down on the same stone bench. His head whipped up, startled by my intrusion. His green eyes held sadness, and an unknowingness of what would happen next.

  "I thought you said you were bad at English," I finally spoke, walking towards him. He shifted in his seat and I stopped, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

  "I lied," he softly spoke, staring into my eyes before looking down at his hands. "English is my best subject," he added, even more softly.

  "The girl you wrote about," I began, uncrossing my arms that had been over my chest, twiddling with my fingers. "She sounds...interesting," I finally found the word, not knowing how else to describe the girl in the story. Me.

   Harry let out a sad chuckle. "That's one word to describe her", he said, still not meeting my eye.

  "She doesn't deserve you," I said after a pause. "You deserve better then that. Someone who you don't feel you need to fight to win her."

  "No good love story has come that easy. There has always been pain, and tears, and heart break," Harry observed, and he was right. No good love story I had ever read happened in the first few chapters. Something always tore them apart, and then they fought to come back together again.

  "You shouldn't fight for this girls heart," I softly told him, pain in my voice.

  "Because someone else already has it?" Harry questioned me.

  "Because she doesn't have one," I spoke, finally looking into his eyes. Harry meet my gaze and stood up, angry clear in his eyes.

  "Why do always say stuff like that?!" he roared, not even trying to keep his temper at bay. "Why do always pretend you're heartless?!"

  "Because the easiest way not to get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one," I sadly spoke, and Harry stepped towards me, cradling my face and resting his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes and rested my hand over top one of his large ones, relishing in his touch.

  I opened my eyes to see Harry doing the same, and before I knew it, our lips were locked in a simple kiss. The kiss was not hot, but it was sweet and held a lot of meaning. A lot of feeling. All too soon Harry was pulling away, and with his lips followed his body.

  "I'm tired of fighting," was all he said before walking away. Right before he left the courtyard I called out, not wanting him to leave.

  "Harry!", I said and he stopped, turning away to face me. "Would you settle for tied for first?" I asked, trying to give him some hope, to give us some hope. He grimaced and sadly shook his head.

  "Some stories just don't have a happy ending," he replied, turning around and leaving for good, and I got the feeling nothing I said could stop him this time.

HARRY'S POV

  Every step I took away from her hurt me more and more, but I couldn't turn back. For me, and for her. I knew I couldn't take it if I had to see her sad face one more time, and she needed to think we were done, for good. She needed to know I was out of the picture, and all that was left was Zayn. I didn't want to make her choose, so I chose for her.