The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
"I just don't think it's a good idea," a gruff voice mutters, the sound muted.
"Like your one to talk," another deep voice responds. I open my eyes and wait for a moment while they adjust to the darkness. Where am I?
I roll to my side on the large bed I'm occupying. My entire left side is numb.
"I don't want you to see her," the first voice says again angrily. That voice is really familiar...
I see a night stand and I open it slowly, trying not to make a sound. A gun. Score. I grab the gun and discreetly check to see if it's loaded before putting it in the waistband of my sweatpants. Wait these aren't mine.. They hang loosely around my waist, exposing the top of my spandex.
I ignore the strange clothes and continue rummaging through the drawer while the men continue to fight.
"Considering you don't even care about her, I don't think you get that option!" The other man says angrily.
I shuffle through some random objects before a slip of paper catches my eye. I pull out the folded up note.
It's a list of names.
Gregory Jacobsen X
Naomi Crankshaw
Wyatt Prie X
Leslie Wates
Dustin Kelly
Jessica McMullen X
Pria Overson
Daniel Evanston
The last name catches my eye. Daniel. I quickly pocket the list and shut the drawer before laying back down.
I run over the list of names again and again. Some of them sound really familiar. Like I swear I know a Leslie Wates. But for some reason, I can't quite remember any faces to go with the names. Except for Daniel. I need to get out of here so I can figure out what these names mean. And why some people have X's next to their name.
A door slowly creaks open and I pull the blankets over my body and close my eyes. I keep my hand on the gun in my waistband.
"She's still asleep anyways," a voice mutters. I hear footsteps approach me and the light comes on. I steady my breathing to that of a sleeping person and relax my muscles.
"Don't you ever say that I don't care about her Liam," one of the precious voices snarls and I hear the door slam shut. Liam sighs above me. I fee his hand trace along my cheek but I force myself to be still. His hand travels along my jaw gently until he reaches my hair. He plays with the tendrils and starts to mutter.
"I knew you shouldn't be fighting.." He says to me softly. "God Sage you're so beautiful. I'm so sorry you've been caught up in all this gang shit since we met you. You deserve better."
If only he knew..
I feel his soft lips press gently against my forehead and then he's gone. The light flicks off and the door closes.
I open my eyes again and try to figure out where exactly I am. An entire wall is covered by curtains and I approach it cautiously. I peek through one and am met with the blinding light of day. When my eyes grow used to the light I peer out and see forest surrounding me.
I'm at Harry's house. Somehow, instinctively I know. I look around the room again. White walls, light wooden floors, black furniture. It isn't Harry's bedroom so I must be in the guest room. Well at least I'm here. I pat myself on the back for my discovery of the mysterious list. Why would he even keep that in here? And a gun? Really? I'll have to figure this out. I consider taking the gun out of my pants but decide against it. It makes me feel safe. I pad across the floor to the door and slowly creak it open. Before I leave the room, I move the list from the unfamiliar pants to the safety of my sports bra. I pull down the navy sweatshirt that someone put on me and creep down the hall. I peer over the banister and see Harry and all the other members of the gang sitting around, leaning over a table and talking in hushes tones. Fuck I wish I could be in that conversation. Instead I slowly move down the hallway, twisting door knobs.
I peer into each room and find nothing of interest until I get to a door that's locked. I look over my shoulder to make sure nobody is there before crouching down to peer into the key hole. What the hell is in this room that's so important that he needs to lock it? I can't see anything. I stand up and turn to walk back down the hallway to the room I was being kept in. I flick on the lights as I walk in and gently shut the door behind me. My left arm aches as I pull the sweatshirt over my head and throw it on the bed. I see the clothes I was wearing earlier piled up on the chair in the corner. I remove the list from my bra and place it securely between my phone case and phone. I take off my sports bra, being careful not to rub my arm.
"Well hello there," a voice says from behind me. I scream and turn around, startled.
"What the fuck Harry?!" I shout and clasp on my bra from earlier.
He holds his hands up. "Just came to check on you, no need to flip out," he says defensively. I throw on my tank top and cross my arms.
"Well you checked up, now you can leave," I say sassily.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before love," he says with a smirk, his eyes traveling the length of my body.
"Get out," I say with disgust. I see a flash of hurt in his eyes but it's gone in an instant.
"Takes two to tango princess," he says rudely and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Well that was fun. I change out of the sweatpants and into the shorts before placing the gun in my purse. I might need it. My hair hangs in loose waves around my shoulders and I pull it to the side in a braid, exposing my neck tattoo.
Sliding into my shoes and grabbing my purse, I walk out of the room. I run into Liam the moment I walk out of the room, literally run into him.
"Sorry," I mutter as we bump each other.
"It's alright, how are you feeling?" He asks, his brown eyes searching mine for any sign as to what I'm feeling.
"I'm okay," I admit and fidget at his proximity. His hand is touching my shoulder and he's leaned down towards me. "I just want this stupid thing to heal," i mutter and inspect my arm. It seems to have been rebandaged. Again. I bet Zayn had to redo the stitches once more as well. I'm glad I was unconscious. I shudder at the thought of even more stitches.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Liam asks. I shift under his intense gaze.
"That's okay, I think I'll just stay around here for a little while, I'm not feeling up to a car ride," I lie. I would love to go home and curl up with a good book but I need to get into that locked room.
"You sure?" Liam asks sweetly.
"Yeah," I mumble and push past him to go downstairs. I feel bad about brushing him away but I need to gain some perspective here. I am not supposed to be falling in love with these guys and growing attached. No matter how adorable their dimples are when they smile or how their brown curls are perfect for tugging.
Oh my god I need help. As I walk down the steps all the guys turn to look at me. Except for Harry. He must have come back down here after I forced him out. He stares at a piece of paper blankly and I turn my gaze to Zayn.
"Hi guys," I mutter uncomfortably and sit on the couch next to Niall. Liam takes a seat on my other side and he's a little too close.
"Can I help you?" Harry asks rudely from his spot across the room.
"Uh-" I mumble. What the hell?
"How's your arm feeling?" Zayn asks, averting the tension.
"It hurts," I mutter and feel all their eyes on me.
"I bet it does," Harry says and laughs. He laughs. "Sierra really ripped you up!"
I glare at him to fight the urge to punch him in the throat.
"Your point?" I ask and cross my arms over my chest.
"Just that I find it hilarious that the two girls I've fucked in the last two days were in a fight!" He says maliciously. I freeze and feel Liam tense next to me.
I'm about to retort but my body has other ideas. I sprint out of the room and up to the only bathroom that I knows location, Harry's. I make it just in time before I begin heaving uncontrollably. I lean over the toilet and blood pours out of my mouth.
That is not normal. After everything that could possibly be in my stomach is emptied into the toilet, my heave continue. I feel a large hand rub my back consolingly and I lean against the toilet as I heave.
"Zayn!" The person rubbing my back shouts worriedly. Harry.
I hear the footsteps but block them out as my body trembles.
"Sage try to breathe," Zayn coaches calmly as he rushes into the bathroom. I see his blurry figure and try to focus. "Don't worry, this is a side affect of the pills she took."
I hear Harry breathe a sigh of relief and my heaves subside.
"What the hell was that," I say and lay on my stomach on the cool floor, exhausted.
Harry's large hand continues to rub my back methodically.
"It's a side affect of some pills we gave you, you'll be okay," Zayn says and glances between Harry and I. I rest my head on my arms and close my eyes.
I hear the bathroom door close as Zayn leaves.
"You okay?" Harry whispers. I simply groan in response.
"It'll be okay," he mumbles as I drift off to sleep again. I feel him lift me into his arms as I black out, again.

Notes

Kind of a filler chapter but it's important so yeah.
What's Sage gonna do with the list?
Is she going to get into the room?