Mission Impossible

Chapter 36~ Some Days

HARRY'S POV

My eyes opened slowly, not wanting to get up and see that Clara wasn't there. But at the slim, slim possibility that she did come home, I pulled my body up and swung my feet onto the ground. I rubbed at my eyes and stood up, grabbing a shirt and lazily putting it on my bare chest as I left my room, going down stairs where I knew my mum would be. I saw her in the kitchen, and I knew her weak smile meant Clara wasn't here. I smiled back at her, trying my best to not look so disheartened. She placed a bowl of fruit in front of me, and I felt like I was a little kid again, on my way to school. My mum had started to go get the paper out front when her phone rang.

"Honey could you get the paper, please?" she asked me as she went back across the room to grab her phone. I opened the door and grabbed the paper, closing the door behind me. I glanced at the headline and frowned: "WOMAN DIES AT HER ENGAGEMENT PARTY". As I was walking back into the kitchen my mum looked my way with a confused look on her face.

"It's for you", she said, handing me her phone, and I gave her the newspaper in return.

"Hello?' I asked.

"Harry", a stern, but tired sounding voice said on the other end. I immediately recognized it as Director Rain's, but her calling me by my first name was unsettling. I took the phone upstairs and closed my door.

"Director", I began, preparing to hear hell for what I had done. "I can explain-" I started up again, but she cut me off. I could never have prepare myself for what she said next, but it had just taken me by such surprise that I couldn't even process it until minutes later.

"Clara's dead", Rain told me, and my heart stopped. It physically did not beat for a second or two and I held my breath until my mum knocked on my door.

"Harry, I need my phone", she called through the door.

"I'll call you back", I softly mumbled before hanging up and giving my mum her phone back, closing the door again as soon as she had it in her hand. Before picking up my own phone to call Rain back, I paused. Possibilities swarmed through my head until I realized I wouldn't know until I spoke to Rain, and hurriedly called her.

"Harry", she said again as she picked up, and the realness of it all hit me. "Were you aware of anyone following you to London?" A sense of dread filled me as she spoke.

"No, why?" I urgently asked. There was a pause on the other end, and I knew she was with holding this information, unsure of how I would take it. "Why?" I asked again, more impatient than before.

"It looks like her death was a cover-up", Rain said. "Unless you know of some mystery man in England who she was getting engaged to?" Everything stopped as she said that, and I rushed downstairs and grabbed the paper from my mum. I flipped to the story, and saw Clara's picture there, the man whose arm she was on conveniently cut off, and my scan of the story revealed no mention of her real name, or her "fiance". My mum stared at me confused, and was about to flip the page over to see what I was looking at before I ripped the page off, taking the photo with me so I could leave my mum out of all of this. I stalked back upstairs, packing all my things back into my bag as I spoke to Rain.

"I just saw the paper, the tragedy was that she died at her engagement party but the man she was marrying was never mentioned once. Were do you want me?" I asked just as I zipped up my bag. I looked in the corner and saw Clara's there, but ignored it and looked back to my own.

"Harry, you're way too involved in this; you're  staying out of it", Rain announced.

"What? No way I-" I began to argue before she cut me off.