Sages POV
Shit. Harry looks pissed. I stand up straight as I glare into his menacing green eyes. However he isn't looking at me, he's looking at Michael. His large hands are curled into fists.
"Michael, Harry," I say gesturing from Michael to Harry. "Harry, Michael."
"It's a pleasure mate," Michael says with a genuine smile as he reaches out his tattooed hand for Harry to shake.
Harry stares at the outstretched hand with thinly veiled hatred. Uh oh.
I stand by and watch as Harry's fist slowly unravels and reaches towards Michael's hand. Maybe he's actually gonna be nice and not cause a scene.
I watch as Harry grasps Michael's hand with a look of hatred still covering his face. Michael smiles warmly but the smile is quickly wiped away when Harry leverages Michael and flips him onto the floor.
"Let's go Sage," Harry says sternly while Michael lays on the floor, trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of him.
"That's my move," I say bluntly, referring to when I flipped Harry when we first met. I guess that was only last night. Strange. It feels like so much longer. Then Harry does something that I never would have expected in that moment. He laughed. He genuinely laughed.
"Very true," he says and smiles at me widely, showing his dimples. "Now can we please go before I kill this guy."
Should I go with him? The feminist part of my brain is saying hell no but the rest of me is saying hell yes. For some reason that I can't explain I am undeniably attracted to the infamous Harry styles. I know I shouldn't be. I know he's bad for me. But when I see his eyes light up when he sees me, even when he's angry, I can't help the little flutter in my stomach. I can't help but loving the crinkle by his eyes when he finds something funny or the way his dimples make him look like a little kid. I can't help that whenever I see his bare arms I want to trace over each of his tattoos and ask what it means. I can't help that even though I'm on a mission and Harry is the last person I need to become emotionally involved with, I'm falling for him. And I think maybe he's falling for me too.
I nod my head slowly and Harrys face breaks out in a grin. He stretches out a hand and I meet it with my own. His hand envelops mine and he gently tugs me out the door of the shop, the members of the waiting room gaping after us, leaving Michael on the floor winded.
"Was that really necessary?" I blurt as Harry drags me to where I parked his car. He drops my hand suddenly and turns to face him. The face that was kind thirty seconds ago is now filled with rage.
"What the fuck were you doing there?!" He shouts angrily, taking a step towards me. Despite my instincts I stand my ground.
"We have some unfinished business," I reply vaguely. "Now would you be so kind as to take me home so that I can change for work because that little stunt you pulled is going to cause me to be late if I pick up my car from Liam's."
Harry stares at me fuming for a moment before holding out his hand for the keys to the car.
"I can drive," I say sassily and push past him to the drivers door. He groans in frustration but gets in the passenger side anyways.
Point one for Sage.
I buckle myself into the luxurious car and start the engine. I can't believe he would spend so much money on a car. I have a silent dislike for things like ferraris. I grew up having everything I've ever needed and yet the objects never filled the void I felt. My dad had a car just like this. My last memory of him is seeing him drive away in it.
I start the engine and see Harry smile as it purrs. Weirdo. I quickly drive to my apartment and park the shiny car right out front. A few pedestrians stop to stare at it as I lithely exit the car, Harry groans once more. Probably because he didn't get a chance to open the door for me. I saunter up to my apartment building, Harry trailing behind me. I glance around at the well dressed business people and fresh out of college pedestrians riding their bikes to work or walking a dog. I unlock the door to the building and hold it open, waiting for Harry to catch up impatiently. He continues at a glacial pace.
"You can just stay out here," I say with exasperation and walk into the building, letting the heavy door swing closed behind me.
"Good try love," Harry says. I ignore him and continue, taking the steps two at a time. When I reach the top landing I hear Harry's heavy breathing behind me and grin. Someone's a little out of shape.
I delicately select the right key and open the metal door to my apartment.
"Nice place," Harry says, observing the open space with appreciation.
"Thanks," I call over my shoulder as I make my way to the bedroom. I slam the door shut and lock it securely before turning and stripping off my clothes and changing into some work out gear for training. I have an appointment with an old fighter of mine named Bobby. I've been training him since before I quit the force and he's pretty damn good at this point.
I flounce back into the living room in my work out clothes and observe Harry quietly as he pics up photos off my shelves. He studies a photo from when I was young with my brother. He's about twelve in the photo and I'm 6. I'm standing next to him in a pale pink dress that puffs down to my ankles, the delicate straps of my white shoes standing start against the black pavement. My golden hair formed in tight ringlets around my face, falling to my elbows as I smiled brightly up at my brother, not noticing the camera. My brother stands tall next to me, his short blonde hair matching mine in curls. He smiles at the camera in his blue button down and khakis with a loving arm placed around me. I feel tears start to form in my eyes at the picture. I should have gotten rid of that before I had Harry over.
"You ready?" I ask with a strong voice, startling Harry.
He turns to look at me appraisingly, the photo still clutched in his hand. I stare at the picture remembering the blue sunny skies. Harry must notice my disinterest in him and he realizes that he's still holding the picture.
"Who's this?" He ask, gesturing to the photo.
"My brother and I," I respond curtly. "May we go, I'm going to be late."
He must sense the tension and he nods quickly before gently placing the photo back where it belongs. I follow him to the door and he holds it open for me like a gentleman.
"Thanks," I mutter as he shuts it tightly behind me. I lock it quickly before taking the steps two at a time downstairs. Unlike on our way up, Harry keeps pace with me with ease.
We walk to his car in silence and he opens the passenger door for me. He must have taken the keys while I wasn't looking the little sneak.
"Go to the warehouse district," I say shortly as Harry starts the engine. He nods and focuses on the road as he drives. The only noise is the radio playing the gentle notes of an old song that I used to love. A song that was supposed to be Daniel and I's wedding song... Kiss me by Ed sheeran. I close my eyes at the memories that flash through my mind as we drive.
Daniel and I first meeting when I started work at the station. Him asking me out even though it was against police policy. Our first date at the park on a warm Sunday afternoon. Slowly I fell in love with everything about him from his twinkling eyes to his dazzling smile. And slowly he fell in love with me too, back when my long blonde hair portrayed the innocence that was inside me and my shoulders were unburdened. After two years he proposed with a beautiful ring. That's when things fell apart. That's when my perfect world collapsed into itself.
"Where to now love?" Harry asks softly as we wait at a stop sign.
"Just a ways down this road," I mutter and lean my head against the cool window.

Notes

Ah yeah update time! Stuff is getting real in this chapter like Sage has a brother? Her and Daniel were engaged??
I know this might have been kind of dull but that's just because the stuff here is important I promise!
I only have one question for this chapter and answers get faster updates :)
why do you think Daniel and Sage broke up/why did her perfect world fall apart?