Mission Impossible

Chapter 43~ Sunshine and Elevator Boy

CLARA'S POV

  A knock on my door startled me, waking me from my deep sleep.

"Ms. Hathaway?" an accented voice spoke from the other side. It took me a moment to realize that was me.

"Yes?" I called back.

"You asked to be woken up at 5 A.M.," the voice responded. I cleared the slep from my eyes and threw my feet over the side of the bed, peeling back my covers.

"Yes, thank you," I said, standing up and strectching. I pulled my jeans on and grabbed my jacket from the chair next to my bed. I stepped into my shoes and went to grab my phone off the night stand when I saw the sim card resting right next to it. I knew what I needed to do. Destroy the sim card, ditch the phone, and get a burner. I knew this, yet I stood there, stanring down at it.

Finally, I picked up the sim card and placed it in-between my pointer finger and thumb in each hand, about to snap it. I was just about to apply pressure when I just stopped. I couldn't do it. I wasn't weak or anything, I just couldn't let go of that part of my life yet.

I tucked the card into a pocket on the insider of my jacket and stuffed my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. With a quick glance around the room to make sure I hadn't left any of the two things I brought here behind. After concluding I had everything, I opened up the door and stepped outside into the hallway, reading to leave and put more distance between me and Zayn. And Harry.

I placed my hands in my pockets and lightly jogged down the stairs to the main floor. The stair cases were even elegant, with red carpet covering the majority of the wooden step. Once I reached the lobby, I slowly opened up the sleek wooden door to reveal the bustle going on. There were a few quests walking in and out, but a majority were staffers, getting ready for the day.

The two large candeliers hung high and set a calming glow onto of everyone who walked across the floor. I started to walk towards the lobby to pay and leave when I saw a group of men walk through the main doors. I found it unsettling, but continued to walk anyways. I didn't urn around until one of the men looked up and revealed his piercing blue eyes. My breath caught in my chest as I recognized him as the man who worked for Zayn. The one who had cut me loose from my bonds when Zayn had first taken Harry and I captive.

I casually turned around as if I had forgotten something, but instead of entering the stairwell doors, I slipped into swinging doors I could only assume was an entrance to the kitchen. The bright lights and all the white in the room were almost blinding at 5:00 in the morning, but I walked through it anyways, trying to avoid the kitchen staff who had already caught onto my presence. My black leather jacket did little to blend in with the white coats and aprons around me.

"Excuse me, Miss, you can't be in here," one woman finally stopped me and said. I started to breath a little harder.

"I just-", I said, panting. "I just need some air," I said, fanning myself. The chef nodded and led my towards a door that lead outside. She asked if I needed a glass of water or anything and only left after I assured her I just needed a minute to regain myself. I turned away from the door and stopped breathing so hard, just focusing on trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me.

A street light was illuminating the alleyway, but I still couldn't see much in the way of what, or who, was in the alley with me. I could smell a trashcan, but my senses picked up nothing else. My eyes had just stated to adjust when I saw a figure standing in front of the area of ground lit up by the lamp. My mind flashed back to months before when I was standing in an alleyway much like this, and on the other side of that light was-