The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
I lock Harry's bedroom door behind me and begin a deep investigation, searching everything from his medicine cabinet to his underwear drawer. All I find is a few conveniently placed guns, a list of phone numbers, and some weird prescription pills. I take a picture of the phone number list and pill bottle before placing them back where I found them, being careful not to leave my fingerprints on anything.
I throw my phone in my purse and slide my shoes on. I need to have a chat with Zayn. Hopefully he's still here.
I slowly make my way downstairs, bracing myself against the wall. I feel really lightheaded for some reason. Probably the loss of blood or something. I climb down the steps to find no one in the living room. Damn. All of a sudden a chorus of laughter erupts from the kitchen and I rush into it. Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall are all standing around the island, a bag of marshmallows on the table in front of them. I lean against the wall, enjoying the fact that none of them have seen me yet.
"Four chubby bunny!" Niall says proudly as he shoves another marshmallow in his mouth.
"Five-" Zayn say but is cut off by gagging on a marshmallow. "Oh fuck I'm out."
The boys all laugh and Liam is about to shove his fifth marshmallow in when I speak up.
"That's actually a good thing because I was hoping for some medical advice," I say. Four heads whip towards me and Liam begins to choke on marshmallows in shock, Louis pats his back roughly.
"You're awake!" Zayn says and grins at me.
"Yeah.. Again.." I mumble.
"How are you feeling?" Liam asks awkwardly when he coughs up all the marshmallows.
Oh geez. He knows that I had sex with Harry. they all do. This is awkward.
"My arm hurts, my head hurts, and my throat hurts," I admit and shrug my shoulders.
Liam's eyes soften and I stare at the ground. "Maybe I should take you home," he says softly.
"I wanna take a look at that arm real quick before you go," Zayn says and gives me a knowing look. I follow him back into the living room and into a bathroom that I had no idea existed. He shuts and locks the door behind us. Catching me by surprise, he places his hands on my waist and hoists me onto the counter.
"He's been moved to a new location, part B will be in place shortly," Zayn mumbles, leaning close to whisper in my ear.
I shudder at his proximity. "Thank you," I mumble.
"Now I suggest you go home, get lots of sleep, take a few prescription pain killers, and drink lots of water," he says and looks at me with kind eyes.
"No problem doctor Zayn, except i don't have prescription pain killers," I admit sheepishly.
"I gotchu girl," he says and pulls a bottle of pills out of the cabinet below me. He presses them into my hand. "Just take one every four hours and it should keep the pain at bay."
"Thanks," I say and observe the bottle of pills. "What makes you a qualified doctor?" He stitched me up, three times, and is now giving me painkillers.
"I actually went to medical school," he says matter of factly.
"Wow, how did you end up here?" I ask. A doctor to undercover cop? That's kind of a big career jump.
"The girls are prettier," he says flirtily and winks at me. He stands between my legs as I sit on the counter, both his hands resting on either side of the surface.
"Seriously Zayn?" I ask.
"I'll tell you some other time," he promises. "Right now, you should probably get going."
He helps me off the counter and holds open the door for me. We walk back into the kitchen together and all eyes are on us. Harry must still be in his office. I wish I could get on that computer.
"You ready to go?" Liam asks and fiddles with his keys in his hand.
I nod and we walk in uncomfortable silence to his car. He helps me into the jeep.
"So what'd Zayn say?" Liam inquires, trying to make conversation.
"Just to get some sleep and he gave me pills," I mumble as he drives through the woods.
"That's good..." He mutters.
I stare out at the setting sun. The blood red tones in the sky seem to harsh for the soft lighting.
"Sage," Liam begins tentatively. "Is it true?"
I would ask what he's talking about but we both know exactly what it means. He wants to know if I slept with Harry. "Yes."
A pained expression crosses his face. "Why?"
"I'm not sure.." I say honestly. I think back. I was tipsy, he was hot, I'm vulnerable. There's so many contributing factors. "One thing led to another I suppose."
"So it just happened?" Liam asks, keeping his eyes forward.
"I guess so."
"Do you want it to happen again?" He asks softly.
"No," I say sincerely and reach across the seat to hold Liam's hand. I entwine our fingers and he squeezes gently, the tension in his shoulders softening.
"Sage, would you like to go on a date with me?" Liam asks and glances over at me as the forest around us turns to suburban houses.
"I would love to," I say and grin. This is the perfect opportunity to find out more about him!
"Are you free now?" He asks and grins at me.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask and laugh.
"That is a surprise, are you in?"
"I guess so," I say and he smirks at me mischievously, sending a tingle up my spine
"What's your favorite color?" He asks randomly.
"What?" I ask and laugh.
"I barely know anything about you," he explains. "So what's your favorite color?"
"I'm awfully fond of green," I say, still smiling. "And yourself?"
"I like purple," he says. "Where are you from?"
"I was born in America, moved here when I was two," I reveal. It's mostly true. I was born in America, but we didn't move here until I was 10. I was made fun of for my American and southern accent so I faked a British one and now I'm kind of stuck with it.
"Where in America?" He asks.
"New York," I lie. I'm actually from Oklahoma. Small town Oklahoma.
"Have you ever gone back?" He asks.
"Nope," another lie, I've been back.
"Why not?" God he's asking a lot of questions.
"I've never had the time, or desire to for that matter," I answer. "Have you ever been to America?"
"Yeah, I went once with the lads," he answers vaguely.
"What for?"
"Business." I hear the finality in his tone.
"That's pretty vague," I mutter.
"Just trust me, you don't need to know," he says, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"Whatever," I say offhandedly.
"Do you have any siblings?" Liam asks. I immediately tense a the question. What do I say.
"No," I say, trying to keep the tenseness out of my voice.
"Only child eh?" He jokes.
"Yeah," I say and laugh uncomfortably.
"I've got two sisters," Liam says. I can't picture him with a family, people who care about him. If I think about how there are people he cares about I'm going to feel even more guilty for using them.
"That's nice," I say.
"You could say that," he jokes and pulls up to my building. "I'll pick you up in about an hour?"
"What should I wear?" I ask and glance down at my outfit.
"Dress nice," he says and I go up to my building.
This is bound to be an interesting night.

Notes

Oh yeah I updated.
Questions:
whats Liam going to do for their first date?
Does Zayn have feelings for Sage?
How's Harry going to tell Sage about Liam?