Mission Impossible

Chapter 55 ~ Distractions

CLARA'S POV

I dropped my bag on the floor of the studio apartment as Damian went on and swept the room, making sure it was indeed a safe house. Zayn's eyes stayed glued to his phone, where most of his attention had been since we got 20 minutes away from the last safe house. The apartment was very nice, and modern, but also very small.

"It's a little cramped for three people, don't you think?" I asked the group.

"This was the only flat available in such short notice," Zayn said, his eyes still trained on his device.

"Clear," Damian spoke to the side, although neither Zayn or I acknowledged him.

"Finding anything in there?" I questioned Zayn, curious as to what could be consuming him this much. Zayn glanced up at me, and saw my suspicious glare, causing him to turn off his phone and put it in his pocket.

"Just making sure we're safe," he said with a smile, although he looked at me with some suspicion as well. "Still hungry?" he asked me.

"Famished," I said, our eye contact conveying distrust in each other.

"So there's only one bed," Damian broke the silence. "I'm assuming you two love birds will want it?" Zayn and I still did not break eye contact. "I'm totally cool with that, as long as you promise not to do anything. I'll be sleeping on the couch a few feet away, and I don't really want-," he started to explain before Zayn broke eye contact first.

"Got it," he said, ending Damian's rambling. He turned back to me. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked me. I shrugged.

"Whatever we can make with what's in the kitchen," I said, not wanting to make a grocery run. Not that I would be allowed to go. But then I would be left with, mot likely, Zayn. And I wasn't sure how that would turn out right now.

Damian looked through the cupboards, as only preservable food was kept in a safe house. He looked for a bit before pulling out a few boxes of...

"Mac and cheese?" he asked us, holding up the fake orange stuff that was actually quite addicting. A small smile spread across my face, remembering the last time I had eaten Mac and cheese, literally last night.

"Ooh, yeah. I can't remember the last time I had some," I said, causing Zayn to smile as well. "All we're missing is some wine."

HARRY'S POV

"I don't want to rush 'the process', but we should get getting," I called to Katie as I put on my last cuffing. We had gotten to the hotel, went over the mission, and started to get dressed. All that was left, was to leave. Katie seemed to be struggling with that part. "Katie!" I heard the clicking of heels on the bathroom tile as she entered into the bedroom.

"It's Katherine," she said as she shot me a flirty smile, making her grand entrance. I looked her over, observing her get up. She had pulled her blonde hair into a low bun, leaving a strand out to hang on each side of her face. She was wearing a bright red lipstick, and a long blue gown that made her blue eyes pop. There were no straps on her dress, as it appeared any left over fabric was used to created ruffles on the bottom half of her skin tight dress. Regardless, she didn't look bad.

"Getting into cover early," I noted as she used her cover name. "I still suggest using a name less similar to your real name, though."

"My name is just too good," she claimed. I shrugged.

"What ever you say," I agreed, letting her lead. "You look good," I added. Her smile deepened.

"Why thank you- what's your name again?" she asked. I opened my mouth to say Charles, but it just felt...wrong. It's not like that was my thing with Clara or anything, but it just felt weird.