The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
The gun shot rang out through the alleyway. I look back to see Danny, his finger in on the trigger, the smoking gun in his hand. I whip around and sprint towards Jessie.
"Oh god Jessie please stay with me," I cry out and kneel next to him my putting pressure on the bleeding hold through his chest. His blue eyes look up at mine, as clear as the sky.
"Violet?" He asks.
"Yeah Jess it's me I'm here," I whisper and my tears land on his chest.
"You killed them," he accuses weakly. My heart shatters into a million pieces and I close my eyes and press down harder on the wound.
"You killed me," he whispers before his eyes flutter shut.
"No!" I cry out. "Jessie please!"
I wrap my arms around him desperately but am stopped when muscular arms wrap around my waist, pulling me off the ground.
"He was going to kill you violet," Danny whispers into my hair.
"You did this," I accuse softly. I push his arms off of me and turn to face him. "You killed him!"
"Violet I-" Danny tries to explain.
"NO!" I cry. The anger that I feel towards him overpowers my grief. I welcome it. "I will never forgive you for this Daniel."
"Violet please just listen to me," he pleads. He grabs my hand and I yank it away.
"You killed my brother," I say, I intend to sound strong but it's barely a weak whisper. "You killed my only family."
"Violet I couldn't lose you," Danny pleas. "I can't lose you."
"And I can't stay with you," I say sadly. He looks at me with tear filled eyes as police flood in around us, their guns at the ready. I watch as a paramedic rushes to Jessie's body and checks his pulse. The noise fades out as I watch them declare his time of death. Someone moves me to the back of a car and I drift in and out of consciousness.

I wake up with sweat coating my body.
This is fucking ridiculous. Twice in the same fucking week. I throw the damp sheets off of me and crawl out of bed. I make my way to the bathroom and wash my face. Snap out of it Sage. No more. I lean my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.
"You okay?" A deep voice says, startling me. I jump at the sound.
"God Harry you scared me," I say and put my hand to my rapidly beating heart.
"Sorry," he says, his voice groggy. "But are you alright?"
"Yeah Harry I'm fine," I say gently. "Where were you sleeping?"
"Couch," he shrugs. "I'm a really light sleeper and I heard you get up."
"Well you can go back to bed, I'm sorry for waking you," I mumble.
"You look a bit shaken up love," he says gently.
"Sorry," I say and bite the inside of my cheek. "Bad dream."
"Another one?" He asks and furrows his eyebrows.
"Yeah, it must be the pills or something," I mutter. I flick off the bathroom lights and crawl back into bed.
"Would it uh help if I stayed in here?" He asks awkwardly.
"That would be nice Harry," I say and close my eyes, curling up under the sheets.
I hear him pull a pillow off the bed.
"What are you doing?" I ask without opening my eyes.
"I was going to sleep on the floor," he replies sheepishly.
"Harry we've had sex and slept together before, you can stay in the bed," I explain.
I feel the bed sink down next to me and soon enough his arm winds around my waist, pulling me close to him.
"What was the dream about?" He whispers to the back of my head.
"It was reliving a bad memory," I whisper and shut my eyes tighter to prevent tears from spilling out.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks gently.
I shake my head no and he kisses my hair.
"I figured it out.
I figured it out from black and white.
Seconds and hours.
Maybe they had to take some time.
I know how it goes.
I know how it goes from wrong and right.
Silence and sound.
Did they ever hold each other tight
Like us?
Did they ever fight
Like us?
You and I.
We don't wanna be like them.
We can make it 'til the end.
Nothing can come between
You and I.
Not even the Gods above
Can separate the two of us.
No, nothing can come between
You and I," he sings softly until I doze off again to the melodic tones of his deep voice.

Harry's POV
When I know that Sage is for sure asleep I slowly crawl out of the bed and creep around the room until I find what I'm looking for. I pull her laptop off of a shelf and take it into the living room with me.
I open it up and the bright screen illuminates the room. Fuck, it's password protected. And I don't even know her birthday. I begin to type in random words to see if anything works.
London
Harry
Sage Matthews
Styles
Big Ben
New York
Empire State Building
America
I keep getting denied. I set the laptop down and move over to the shelf with the picture of her and her brother on it. Something draws me to that photo. I pick it up and smile at how adorable she was when she was little. Though it's adorable, it also makes me sad, because I've never seen her smile like she is in that picture. I turn over the frame and open the back to get a better look. I squint my eyes to make out the writing on the back of the picture.
April 7th-Jessie turns 12.
Jessie? That must be her brothers name. I take the photo back over to the laptop.
Jessie
I wait for a moment before it denies that password as well. Fuck.
April 7
Denied.
I put the picture back and look at the other ones littering her shelf. Nothing catches my eye, I turn my attention to her books.
"What are you doing?" A sassy voice says. I turn around and see Sage standing in front of her laptop. Her hands are on her hips and she looks pissed.
"Hi," I say and rub the back of my head.
"Why are you trying to break on to my laptop?"
"I was just.." I trail off. How do I explain that I was snooping because I wanted to know more about her, that sounds creepy.
"The password is Lydia," she says and sits on the couch. "Go for it."
I cautiously walk back over to the computer and type in Lydia and low and behold it enters.
"Who's Lydia?" I ask. It's such a random name.
"That's my mother name," she says.
I watch as the screen comes to life and start looking through her documents and internet history, finding nothing of interest.
"I'm gonna go back to bed," she yawns. "You coming?"
"I'll be in in a second," I say and kiss her forehead. I watch as she walks back to the bedroom before turning back to the computer. I click on google.
Sage Matthews
I scroll down the pointless links, finding nothing of interest. As a fighter she stays pretty off the grid which is understandable. I guess if I want to learn anything about this girl who I am so desperately falling for, I'm going to have to ask her myself.

Notes

Another chapter because I'm procrastinating oops
anyways I hope you like it :)
WHO DID JESSIE CLAIM SHE KILLED?
DOES SAGE HAVE ACTUAL FEELINGS FOR HARRY?