The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Harry's POV
I pull Sage out of the club and into the warm night air. With my arm around her slim shoulders I lead her to my car down the block. I didn't bother with valet.
"You okay?" I ask. She hasn't said a word since we left.
"Just take me home," she says softly. I nod and lift her into the passenger seat of my rover before jogging to get in the drivers side. I glance at her with concern before pulling on to the street. She's staring out of the window blankly, her knees pulled up to her chest. I focus on the road and flip on the radio to fill the silence.
"Why do you do it Harry?" She asks suddenly over the music.
"Do what?" I ask and turn the music down.
"Hurt people," she says. I tense at the word but remain calm.
"I could ask you the same question," I state simply.
"I fight people because I'm fucked up and ruined my life already anyways," she says simply. "Is it like that with you?"
I look over at her with shock. She's young, gorgeous, and smart. How the hell did she already fuck up her life.
"How did you fuck up your life?" I ask, ignoring her question.
She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "I took people for granted."
I turn and face the road and wait for a moment before answering her question.
"I hurt people because it's my job," I wanted to tell her stuff. I guess now my chance.
"It's my job too but I don't keep random men captive in my garage and beat them," she mumbles.
I sigh. "Things are more complicated then that."
"Explain."
"It's like I've dug myself into a hole," I attempt to explain. "And this hole is so deep that there's nothing I can possibly do to get out of it. All I can do is stop anyone who tries to put me in a different hole. And I've decided that I'm already so far gone there's no point in stopping now."
"That actually makes sense," she says. I pull to a stop in front of her building and rush around to open the door for her. I take her hand and help her out of the car but keep holding her hand as we walk up to the building.
"Nothing is going to happen tonight Harry," she says and opens the door.
"I know," I say. I did know. For once in my life I'm not taking a girl home to fuck, the thought that we would tonight actually didn't cross my mind. I just wanted to make sure Sage was okay.
We take the stairs in silence up to her apartment. She squeezes my hand gently and I move it around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head as we walk. I wait for her to open the door to her flat.
Damn, she really does look good tonight. The white dress makes her long legs go on for miles but the dress isn't slutty, it's just Sage.
"You look lovely tonight," I say as we walk into the flat.
"Oh thanks," she mumbles and I see her cheeks turn pale pink. That's adorable. "I'm actually going to go change. I might have some sweat pants or something that you could wear."
"Uh will they fit?" I ask. There's quite an obvious size difference between Sage and I. She grabs my hand and takes me into her bedroom. She rifles through some drawers before coming up with some baggy grey sweatpants.
"I could have sworn I had some oversized t shirts in here," she mutters. I grab the pants and hold them up, they will fit me pretty well if I had to guess.
"I'm surprised you have these," I say and raise my eyebrows. She turns around to face me.
"Those pants are way more comfortable than women's pajamas," she says simply. I chuckle and take off my shirt and pants. I slide the sweatpants on and cross my arms to wait for her.
"Do you mind Styles?" She says rudely with her hands on her hips.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before love," I smirk and wink at her.
She scoffs but pulls off her heels anyways, throwing them in her closet. She turns away from me and pulls her hair back into a ponytail. She unzips the white dress and let's it fall to the floor before she steps out of it. Even from behind she's beautiful. She turns around and looks at me.
"Is this what you wanted?" She says sarcastically. I want to say something back but I'm too mesmerized by her. A white lace bra hugs her chest closely and the matching white panties barely conceal her. Her toned stomach and thighs taunt me, god she's hot. She giggles and yanks a tank top over her head, covering her body. I close my eyes for a moment. She pulls on a pair of pajama shorts with bright pink flamingos on them.
"Flamingos?" I question.
"They're pajamas Harold," she says and laughs. I watch as she wipes off her makeup in awe. When she's done she throws the wipe away and looks at me sheepishly.
"You still look beautiful," I mumble, she blushes and I close the distance between us. I wrap my arms around her slim waist and rest my chin on top of her head. I kiss her scalp and she pulls away.
"Want to watch movies?" She asks. I grab her hand.
"Of course," I say and she leads me out into the living room.

Sages POV
I lay my head on Harry's chest and he plays with my hair as we watch some cheesy romantic comedy.
"Sage?" He asks softly.
"Hmmm," I mumble in response.
"You should probably eat something with those pills," he says. I don't respond and soon he disappears out from underneath me.
"Where did my man pillow go?" I groan and lay my face on the couch.
"To get you something to eat," he says with a chuckle. "Man pillow?"
"You're like a pillow but not as comfy. I think i would rather use a real pillow. But you have the benefit of warmth," I explain. He laughs loudly and I hear him moving around the kitchen.
"You keep things in the strangest places," he mumbles loud enough for me to hear.
"You don't even know how to cook Harold," I say.
"I know how to work a microwave so don't give me that sass," he jokes. I grin into the seat cushion and hear his bare feet pad closer to me.
"Here you go love," he says and hands me a some cut up strawberries in a bowl.
"Man pillowwww," I whine and lift my head up for him to lay back down. He laughs and does as I ask. I rest my head back on his bare chest.
"Are you going to eat?" He asks. I stare at the bowl in my hands.
"I never said I was hungry," I claim. I watch as his large hand grabs one of the strawberry pieces.
"Open up," he says and holds it in front of my mouth.
"I'm not a child Harold," I sass. He doesn't reply and I open my mouth for the strawberry. He pops it in my mouth.
The next thing I know my eyelids start to feel really heavy. God I'm tired. I close my eyes as he poises another strawberry in front of me.
"Sage," he says softly.
"Sleep," I groan and drift into the welcoming darkness.

Notes

Since I got a great amount of comments from you lovely people you have forced me to update. I should be studying right now. i love you though.
Preguntas (I have a spanish final tomorrow and that means questions so yeah)
IS HARRY REALLY A BAD PERSON OR HAS HE JUST DONE BAD THINGS?
DO YOU THINK HARRY REGRETS WHAT HES DONE WITH HIS LIFE?
WHAT IS SAGE TALKING ABOUT WHEN SHE SAYS SHE TOOK PEOPLE FOR GRANTED?

thats all thanks for commenting. I hope you like this chapter it's kinda cutesy