Mission Impossible

Chapter 35~ Dead and Gone

CLARA'S POV

I looked up at Zayn, to see him towering over me, looking down on me with an evil look in his eyes. When I looked at him, I just saw a cold, scary man, and thought for a second that maybe Harry was right. But then he smiled and the boy I fell in love with was right in front of me, offering me his hand. I took it as he helped me up, my side aching from the small amount of running I had done.

"Looks like your boyfriend isn't the best listener", Zayn remarked once I was on my feet. "No problem though, I'm here now", he said as he took my hand. It wasn't a soft, kind gesture, but one asserting control. He was trying to make sure I didn't run away.

"He's not my boyfriend", was all I said.

"Good. You know how jealous I get", Zayn said before tugging me along. We walked a short distance to a car, where he opened the back door for me to get in. Once again, it wasn't a nice gesture, but a cautious one. Zayn didn't trust me, not after the stunt I pulled running off to London.

After I got in, he closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car, joining me in the back. I couldn't help but notice that as Zayn was walking to his side of the car, my door locked. I was becoming a prisoner.

"Drive", Zayn said as soon as he got in the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Don't worry, love", he rejected me, looking at his watch. "You're little stunt set us back a bit but I think it'll be fine", Zayn said, talking more to himself than to me.

"Are we going back for Harry?" I questioned. Zayn snickered.

"I tried to like him, I really did, but God does he make it hard. You won't be seeing him for awhile", Zayn answered without really answering.

"Did you...did you do something to him?" I angrily snapped.

"Relax love. Your precious boy toy and his mum are fine. For now..." He trailed off. Panic rose up in me at the thought of something bad happening to them, but I hid my feelings.

"Are you taking me to go to that mission?" I changed the subject.

"I couldn't wait, had to do it myself. And since we were really counting on having a lady present, things got a bit messier than we expected. Don't worry though; I saved you some fun", he said, before reaching for a bag by his feet that I hadn't noticed was there before. He pulled out a plain black dress that would fall about half way down my calves, with a large cut out in the back. "Get dressed, we don't want to be late for our own party."

HARRY'S POV

   "Harry what happened? She just stormed out of here so fast!" My mum exclaimed after I came back inside from looking around for Clara.

   "Are you sure she went right?" I asked her, ignoring her questions.

   "Yes I'm sure. Harry what happened?" She asked again. I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to calm down.

   "We got in a fight", I told her, simplifying what had really happened dramatically.

  "Oh don't worry, she'll be back. I saw the way she would look at you", my mum said as she rubbed my shoulder. Any other moment I would have loved to her about how Clara was looking at me, but right now all I could think about was how stupid I was. I didn't regret telling her, because she needed to know, but I regret how I told her and what I said after. My mum felt me tense up and stopped running my shoulders. "I'll make you some more tea", she softly said.

   I sat there waiting for a moment before I realized she may have her phone, and got out mine to call her. It rang three times before going to voicemail, where I just ended the call. I sat there with my phone in my hands, my fingers brushed against my pursed lips as I thought.