Mission Impossible

Chapter 34~ Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away

CLARA'S POV

Harry took our things upstairs and left me downstairs with his mum, Anne. She had started making tea as her and Harry were making small talk before he left to get us settled.

"So you and my son, huh?" She asked me as she poured me a cap. I gulped nervously as I took a sip, stalling. I lied for a living, yet right now I thought I might sweat through my shirt.

"Yeah, um we're just-", I started to stutter.

"Dating", Harry said as he came galloping down the stairs. "She's my girlfriend", he said, taking a cup of tea and kissing his mum on the cheek.

"Dating? You told me you liked this girl but never told me you worked up the nerves and asked her out", Anne said, and instead of blushing Harry just smirked at me. Instead I was there blushing, taking another sip of tea to distract the attention off my red cheeks.

"How'd you two meet?", Anne asked sipping some of her own tea.

"Work", I told her, not knowing how much she knew about Harry's life.

"Do you work for Harry's company?"

"I'm his partner", I said, trying to be as vague as possible.

"You don't talk much do you?" She asked me and I felt embarrassed.

"Trust me once you get her going you can't get her to stop", Harry said with a devilish smirk as he drank more of his tea. I tried to laugh but my side ached and I ended up clutching my side.

"What happened to you, hun?" Anne asked me with a concerned look on her face.

"Oh she-" Harry started.

"I got shot", I blurted, and Anne and Harry's faces looked equally surprised.

"Shot?! How?" Anne questioned, shocked and worried.

"I was in a bank while it was being robbed and I tried to escape and bam", I said, the words tumbling off my lips before I could stop them.

  "You poor thing! Why aren't you in the hospital?" She asked and I looked to Harry, panicking.

  "The bullet went through and through and didn't hit anything serious so they let her go", Harry told her, looking at me with an angry face.

  "Well that's good I suppose. What brings you back home?" She asked Harry whose face softened as his mum looked at him.

  "We just needed to get away from it all. And I missed you", Harry said with a cheeky grin. She kissed him on the cheek and shooed him.

  "You're too sweet. Now get out so I can make you guys dinner!" She told us, as Harry helped me get up off the chair. "Go upstairs, show her around", she told Harry, turning her back to us and rummaging through her kitchen.

"My lady", Harry said, holding out his hand and helping me up the stairs.

"You're too kind", I mocked in an accent, taking his hand and walking up the stairs with him. Once we reached the top, I turned to face Harry. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. Harry leaned in as his face brushed mine, whispering into my ear.

"To my bedroom", he said leaning back and taking my hand, slowly pulling me towards a door. The door opened and revealed a blue room, with black sheets on the bed and music lining the walls. The room looked frozen, like Anne hadn't moved a thing since he had moved out.

Harry let go of my hand and sat down on his bed, resting on his elbows and looking up at me with a smirk.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend huh?" I asked, holding my ground.

"Easier than believing I took my friend all the way out here. And besides, you're way too into me to pass as just friends", Harry said and I snorted.

"Please your puppy dog eyes do not go unseen by anyone", I told him, raising my eyebrow at him. Harry didn't say anything, but instead just smiled up at me. He patted the small space next to him and I obliged, closing the small space between us and sitting next to him on the bed. Harry was looking at me, with those damn puppy dog eyes but this didn't change the situation we were in.

"Why are we here, Harry?" I asked him, his soft smile disappeared and he looked down and licked his lips before answering.

"Zayn wanted us on a mission but you weren't ready and he wanted me to lie to Rain to get you out of D.R. and I-", Harry started before I cut in.

"So you stole me away first?" I questioned him. Harry was silent for a moment before answering.

"I knew you'd be safe with me", he said as he reached his hand forward and placed in on top of mine.

Harry's touch calmed me, and so I settled down and changed the subject, getting up. I noticed a book shelf with many books , and even more CD's lining them, and walked over to it.

"What did Harry Styles the teenager listen to?" I questioned as I flipped through the music.

"I think you really would have liked him", Harry said as he got up as well. I just smiled at his words as he approached behind me.

"Cage the Elephants, Coldplay, The Beatles?" I questioned, stepping away. "Not bad".

"And what did young Clara Walker listen to? Sniper rifles and AK 47's going off on repeat on her CD as she feel asleep?" Harry teased me.

"Ha", I fake laughed. "I'm not much of a CD girl", I said.

  "What kind of girl are you?"

  "Albums".

  "You mean you don't illegally download music?" Harry asked in fake horror.

  "I may kill people for a living but illegally downloading music is just taking it a little too far", I joked back. "Besides, I wouldn't want the CIA after me", I winked at him. Harry just smiled back at me.

  "There's nobody worse than them", he replied.

  "Except maybe Zayn", I continued to joke, but Harry didn't seem to find it funny.

  "Clara there's something I think you should know", Harry said, and his serious tone worried me.

  "What?"

  "I think-I think Zayn is lying to you about your parents, Clara. I don't think Rain killed them", he told me.

  "What are you talking about?" I whispered yelled, anger holing up inside of me at the mention of my parents.

  "Clara you're not listening to me! Zayn told me he had one of the best forgers in the world with him, he could have forged that government document just like how he forged your medical release papers", Harry said and everything was happening so fast, like unexpectedly being dunked into cold water.

  "No! Zayn is the love of my life he would never lie to me!" I exclaimed, which only seemed to anger Harry even more.

  "Clara, you said it yourself, Zayn's a bad guy! How is this so hard to believe?! It wouldn't surprise me if he was the one who had put the bullet through their heads!" Harry spit out, and I was so angry, so completely frustrated, that I couldn't even bring myself to slap him. I just gawked at him for a moment before I run out of his room and down the stairs and out the house past his mother. I ran a few houses away before the adrenaline has started to wear off and I could feel the pain in my side. I slowed down and went I between two houses, hitting my back against the side of one house and sliding down it, my head in my hands. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, and I knew I shouldn't.

  I started to hear foot steps approaching and I knew it was Harry so I started to get up, before I heard the accent. It was so familiar and calming be chilling all at once.

  "Don't tell me my sunshine traded in for rainy London".