Harry's POV
I pull up to the ratty apartment building, hearing dogs bark loudly in the distance. A few guys check out my car but quickly turn and walk away once I get out. They know not to mess with me. I climb the cracking cement steps to the building and push in the door without even ringing the bell. How does anyone live like this? A tv blares from inside one of the apartments and I hear a couple shouting from inside another. I climb the steps, my shoes sinking into the moldy carpeting. I stop in front of the thin door, the black paint peeling off and the golden room number falling off its hinges. Apartment 2B. Taking a deep breath I tap on the door. The sound echoes through the hallway.
For the first time in a long time I doubt myself. Should I really be here right now? Images of Sage asleep in my arms flash through my brain. It's not like we're dating though so she can't really be pissed. Plus, she never has to know. The door creaks open to reveal the bottle blonde from the other night. Her hair hangs in a damaged mess around her face. Her makeup is fully done. She wears a pink robe tied loosely to reveal a black bra. To other guys she might be considered hot. To me she just wasn't Sage.
"Come in," she says in a sultry tone and steps back. I enter the tiny apartment. The bed seems to be what was once the pull out couch, now pulled down to reveal rumpled white sheets. Clothes and shoes litter the floor in disarray. Dishes pile up in the sink. The entire place reeks of perfume. How does she live here? This place is a piece of shit.
"Now I know you called for specific reasons," she says with a wink. "But before we get down to business I have a certain matter to discuss with you."
I raise my eyebrows and motion for her to continue, what could she have to say?
"That girl you ditched me for at the club," she begins in a bitter tone. "I saw her earlier when I was getting a tattoo. She was talking to Michael, the artist who was doing me."
Well this is interesting. I clench my fist at the mention of Michael.
"And?" I say urging the slut to continue.
"Well they seemed pretty intimate so if she's your girlfriend or something you should probably know that there was clear chemistry between them. She was all over him. And I listened in on their conversation, she wanted to go somewhere safe to talk. Pretty sure they went to fuck."
That doesn't make sense. When I saw Sage she didn't exactly look just fucked. Why would she need somewhere safe to talk in the first place? It's not like talking is dangerous, what could she be talking about?
She continues to talk and I shut her up wrapping my arms around her waist, undoing the robe as I go. I roughly grab her hair and shove my tongue down her throat.
Who the fuck cares about Sage.

Sages POV
"Good morning beautiful!" A chipper voice says from next to me on the large bed.
"Ughhh," I groan and roll on top of him. "What time is it?"
"Seven AM," he says and kisses my forehead gently.
"We were supposed to get up a half hour ago," I point out and giggle at the light kisses Daniel places in my hair.
"Well it seems we both overslept," he says and pulls me closer to him.
I roll out from his warm embrace and wrap the pale blue sheet around me as I get out of bed.
"Don't goooo," he calls out reaching out in the space I just vacated.
"We need to go for a run," I say sweetly and throw on a sports bra and running tights. I look down at the ring on my left hand and smile. Daniel climbs out of bed and quickly puts on some basketball short and his shoes.
"No shirt?" I say with raised eyebrows as he walks towards the door.
"What? You know you love what you see," he says with a wink and walks out of the bedroom.
I laugh and lace up my tennis shoes. I follow him out of the apartment while pulling my hair into a high ponytail.
"Let's run baby," he says and wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck. I break out of his grasp and sprint down the steps.
"Nobody said I would wait for you," I call up the stairwell. I hear him laugh behind me.
~
I wake with a start, tears steaming down my face. What the hell was that? I sit up on the edge of my bed. Danny.. The last time I was truly happy with him. When we got home from that run... Well everything fell apart. No. Stop thinking about it.
I hop out of bed and pad across the wooden floor to go to the kitchen. It's 6 AM so I might as well get up anyways. I down a glass of water before changing into some work out clothes. I think I need a nice, long, run.
I sprint downstairs and as soon as my feet hit the pavement I feel like I'm flying. I run and run until I don't even know where I am or what time it is. Wait a minute... This looks familiar. I slow to a jog and see people milling around, a group of guys looks at me and begins walking up to me. This neighborhood isn't good news. I keep jogging at a steady pace as they follow behind me. I feel my adrenaline kick in. Fight or flight sage? Fight or flight... I know I could outrun all of them easily considering their pants are down to their knees but a fight sounds really good right now.
I stop in front of a familiar looking apartment building.. When have I been here before? I place my fingers on my pulse and watch my watch as the group of guys approach. Hell, they might have information on Harry.
They begin to circle around me and I feign innocence.
"Oh sorry guys, I didn't realize I was in your way," I say with a bright smile.
"No worries," one of them says and begins to approach me. My smile falters and a smirk stretches across his face.
"Where ya headed beautiful?" A voice says from behind me. I whip around to see another one standing directly behind me. He places his hands on my sweaty hips. And I continue to smile like an idiot.
"Come on guys it's six in the morning, is this really the time or place?" I say scoldingly.
"Actually it's eight," one of them says with raised eyebrows.
I was running for two hours?? That's over twenty miles.. Geez.
"Still, there's people around. Don't you think it's kind of.. Dumb" I say with a smile as the guys hands wrap around me. He slides them down my thighs and cups my butt. I practically gag. Hell no. He cannot touch me like that. I bring my foot up to his kneecap and push down as hard as I can. A popping noise sounds and he falls to the ground with a shout.
"What the fuck bitch?" One of them shouts. One down, three to go. One with a white bandana around his head bends down to help his friend so he isn't my biggest threat at the moment. I turn back around and survey the other two. They look easy enough to take out except... Oh shit.
They've both got knives.

Notes

Hi guyzzz so I know the characters of Daniel and Sierra have needed faces for a while now but I just saw catching fire and finnick is flawless so clearly he is now Daniel. And I just found a girl for Sierra idk. Anyways I hope you like this chapter because things are really starting to pick up pace and get interesting. However, I'm super sad that nobody is answering the questions I leave :( so unless I get a suitable amount of answers on this chapter it might be a while until my next update.. Yeah I'm resorting to threats because I love you.
Will Harry figure out that Sage is undercover because of what Sierra said?
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO SAGE AFTER THAT RUN?? I know I've had this question before but it's pretty darn important and I think you guys might be picking up on the clues I'm leaving.
Xoxo