Sages POV
My eyes flutter open and I automatically take in my surroundings. I'm laying in an unfamiliar bed. My tennis shoes are on the floor by the door, my phone is on the table next to the bed. I'm wearing an unfamiliar large grey hoodie but it smells familiar, like someone I know....
I try to get up but a sharp pain in my arm causes my to fall back down. What the fuck?!?!
And then it all comes back to me.. The fight, the knife, Liam. I must be in his bedroom. A thin layer of sweat covers me but at the same time I'm cold. Weird.
Gently I lift myself out of bed, using only my uninjured arm. I tiptoe to the door and push it open a crack. I can see down the hallway and glimpse the kitchen and living room. I can see Liam and he's talking to someone who's out of my view. Since he seems occupied I might as well get some work done.
I shut the door silently and creep around the room, my heart fluttering at the possibility of being caught. I quickly open the bed table drawer and find a hand gun, not surprising. I shuffle through some things before I come across a photo. It's Liam but it doesn't really look like him, his hair is long and he's wearing clothes that I don't think he would be caught dead in now. His arm is wrapped around a woman who I'm assuming is his mother. That's adorable. I gently place the photo back and am about to continue looking through stuff when I hear the door knob twist. I shut the door and pick up my cellphone, clicking it on and checking for messages.
"Hey, you're awake," Liam says sweetly. I turn to face him and smile.
"Yeah, may I ask what exactly happened?" I ask uncomfortably. I want to know what happened after I blacked out. It makes me feel vulnerable that I don't.
"Well you blacked out and I brought you up here before calling Zayn to come patch you up," he says and rubs the back of his head.
"Oh okay," I say and look at my covered up injured arm. I don't even want to know what that looks like at this point.
"You'll be okay," Liam says with a shy smile.
"Thanks," I mumble. If Liam hadn't shown up when he did... I don't know that I could have taken on two armed guys twice my size. I would probably be bleeding out on the pavement right now.
"I'm just glad I showed up when I did. I know you're a great fighter but those guys..." Liam says and shakes his head.
"Did you get hurt?" I ask and scan his body for injuries.
"Nah, nothing some ice can't help," he smiles and walks over to me. "Come on, Zayn will want to know that you're awake."
I nod and Liam leads me out of the room. My phone buzzes from my hand and I glance down to see a text from Harry.
Harry Styles: Be at my place at 2.
I furrow my eyebrows together. This is either really good or really bad, I can't decide which. Liam looks down at the text and a look of confusion crosses his face.
"Do you know anything about this?" I ask as we enter the living room.
"Yeah, there's a meeting at 2," Liam says and Zayn eyes us curiously. "I guess we can carpool."
I giggle.
"Hello sleeping beauty," Zayn says with a warm smile. "So I take it Harry wants you at the meeting today as well."
"I guess," I say and sit down on the couch while Zayn lifts up the sleeve of Liam's sweatshirt and unwraps the white bloodstained bandage. I look away as it unravels and Liam sits on my other side, squeezing my hand gently.
Ok I'll admit it, I'm a baby about blood. Broken bone, no problem, as long as there's no blood. It just freaks me out.
"Yeah I'm glad I got the stitches in when I did," Zayn mumbles to himself. I feel faint at the mention of stitches. I look into Liam's gentle brown eyes and he must sense my emotions about blood because he pulls my head into his shoulder, rubbing my back with the hand that isn't holding mine.
"It looks pretty good but I'm going to have to watch it for infections," Zayn says and I wince as he touches the wound.
"Be careful mate," Liam says kindly and I bury my head further into Liam's shoulder. He smells so good. So good that I might be keeping this sweatshirt. I breathe in the clean smelling scent as Liam rubs my back gently. I'm really thankful that he's here because I cannot deal with blood on my own. Even though I'm attempting to incriminate him for gang activity so he can be thrown in jail.
No Sage don't think about it. And stop getting attached.
I feel light pressure as Zayn wraps more gauze around my arm.
"That should do it," he says and I pull my head away from Liam's shoulder. "I suggest taking some serious painkillers really soon, cause that's gonna hurt like a bitch," he points out. I look into his kind eyes. At least I'm not throwing Zayn in jail.
"It already does," I grumble and pull the sleeve of Liam's hoodie down to cover the wound.
Liam and Zayn chuckle.
"Come on, I'm going to take you home so you can get ready for the meeting," Liam says and stands, bringing me up with him.
"What time is it?" I ask quickly, how long was i unconscious?
"It's noon love," Liam says gently. Holy shit. "And it takes about 45 minutes to get to Harry's so you better hurry up."
I simply nod and our trio exits Liam's apartment. We stand in comfortable silence on the elevator ride down and Zayn goes to the main entrance while Liam leads me to the garage. I hold on to him for support, I still feel faint. He wraps his arm around me protectively and I'm just thankful that nobody is around to witness this little exchange.
The sticky air hits my face when we go out to the somewhat enclosed parking garage. Liam's car is parked right near the door so we don't have to walk far. He helps me into the passenger seat of his black jeep before climbing in the drivers side.
"Where to?" He asks and starts the car, pulling out of the garage. I tell him my address and thankfully he knows where it is so I don't have to give step by step directions.
"So are you sure you're okay?" I ask uncertainly. I would feel awful if he was hurt because of me. He chuckles.
"I'm fine love," he says and reaches over to squeeze my hand, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Okay..." I say and turn up the radio.
"Back when that song was a song I could sing along without thinking about you every time it came on," I sing the familiar song to myself.
To my shock Liam sings along with me. "Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without wishin that empty seat was you
Money was gas
Dreams were dust
Love was fast
And we were us," we sing together.
"I had no idea you could sing, or that you liked country," I say in shock. His voice was amazing. I see him blush.
"It's not really something I advertise," he says and shrugs.
"Sing me something," I say and turn off the radio. He looks at me with raised eyebrows.
"Oh come on, soon I'll be so hopped up on painkillers I won't even remember," I plead. He laughs and clears his throat.
"One day you'll come into my world and say it all
You say we'll be together even when you're lost
One day you'll say these words
I've thought but never said
You say we're better off together in our bed
I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining
Come on, jump out at me
Come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?" He sings. His voice mesmerizes me. When he's finished I take an impulsive move and lean over to kiss his cheek.
"Thank you," I mumble before pulling away. He squeezes my hand and we pull up to my building.

Notes

Okay so the first song was We Were Us by Keith urban and I don't know why I chose it it's just been in my head and the second song is Something Great by the boys. I hope you like this update :)
Team Liam or Team Harry?
Why does Harry want Sage at the meeting?