Mission Impossible

Chapter 57 ~ Curiosity Killed the Cat

CLARA'S POV

Dead.

That's how I felt after waking up after a night's sleep on the small bed that Zayn and I had shared. Every move Zayn made, I felt. Every time he breathed, I felt it. Every time I moved, he moved as if to stop me from escaping. And to top it all off, Damian snores. Loudly.

Not to mention the mysterious phone call Zayn took in the middle of the night. He had snatched his phone up quickly, and taken it into the bathroom before answering. I didn't listen in though. I couldn't have. Damian would have been able to see if I had gotten up and listened behind the bathroom door, and honestly Zayn probably would have been able to hear me, too. All I knew was the phone call did not last long, and soon enough, Zayn was sliding into the bed next to me.

Zayn seemed to relax after that, but he couldn't have been relaxing since I was 'safe' now, or else we wouldn't still be here. Or, the obvious answer, I was never in danger in the first place.

As I laid there thinking, I felt Zayn stretch and get out of bed. I turned over to see he had grabbed his phone and was scrolling through it, his back turned to me. I was opening my mouth to say good morning when the door opened, and Damian came in. I hadn't even known he had left...

"Hey, mate, can you help me carry the rest of the bags to the car?" he asked Zayn.

"Alright, one second," he said, setting his phone down and grabbing a pair of sweats and tugging them on. I expected him to grab his phone again, and slip it in his pockets. Instead, I watched as Zayn slipped on his boots and walked towards Damian, the door closing behind them and leaving me alone in the small loft.

They left me alone. Strange. They left me alone with Zayn's phone. Very strange.

I looked over at Zayn's phone, and saw that, not only was it unguarded beside me, but that it was unlocked... Unreal.

Then again, Zayn was not a morning person. He wasn't all there in the morning. And he had just been asked to help Damian with a quick task. And it was a quick task, so if I were going to act on this golden opportunity, now would be the time.

I quickly sprung out of bed and crawled the short way over to Zayn's side of the bed, picking his phone up off of the nightstand and holding it like the Holy Grail it was. I immediately went to his texts, and saw he had just received images from someone named Corinna. I felt a pang of jealously, and immediately opened them up, hoping it wasn't what I thought it would be.

I was initially overcome with a sense of relief as I did not see any unsavory bits of this mystery woman, but that feeling was soon replaced with shock, anger, and hurt. I had almost wished Zayn was sexting another woman.

Instead, I was staring at pictures of Harry, dressed in a tux, and sporting a gorgeous smile. He looked...beautiful. And my heart swelled at the sight of him. But it didn't last long as I scrolled through the pictures, and saw he was not alone. He was with a woman.

They were dancing together, and Harry's smile never seemed to leave his face. I swiped to the next photo, and the next, and the next, and I felt as if I was living the night with him. I could see as he started to spin her, and I continued to swipe, anxiously awaiting the photo in which I could finally see the mystery woman's face. All I wanted, was for her to not be as pretty as me.

Finally, the photo came where the woman was facing the camera, and my heart sank. I would have preferred if she was as attractive as every single model in the world combined. I would have preferred her to be a literal angel. I would have preferred for it to be anyone but Katie Fucking Vanderbilt.