The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
I wake up with the sheets twisted around my body and Harry's arm thrown across me. He looks adorable when he sleeps. You forget about the tattoos and piercings and instead focus on the dimples and brown curls. I gently pick up his arm and set it down next to me before climbing out of the sheets. I quickly make my way to the living room and sign on to my laptop to see what Harry had looked at last night after I went to bed. I click on the internet history and see that he searched my name. Good thing I changed it. I shut down the computer and leave it on the couch while I make coffee. A knock on the door startles me. What the hell? Nobody ever comes to visit me without notice.
I approach the door warily and see Zayn standing in the hallway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. I unchain the door and let him in.
"Harry's here," I whisper as he walks by me. He nods.
"I thought I should stop by and check on your arm," he says kindly. I lead him to the kitchen and he hoists me up on the counter.
"Is he sleeping?" Zayn whispers and begins to unravel the bandage around my arm.
"Yes," I breathe.
"Daniel is safe, Harry will find out when he wakes up," Zayn whispers lowly, leaning to my ear.
I feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders, Danny is safe. "Thank you."
"I should just change the bandage," Zayn says at a normal tone. "Have you been taking the pills?"
"Yeah," I mutter and think back to my dreams. "Is there anyway they could be causing me to have... Unusual dreams?"
"They shouldn't be," Zayn says with concern. "What types of dreams are you having?"
"Not good ones," I mumble and look away as Zayn examines my arm. I wince when he touches it.
"Sorry love," he says huskily and I feel a shiver run up my spine.
"What are you doing here Zayn?" Harry asks suspiciously. I look over to see him standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Sage called me and asked me to stop over and check on her arm," Zayn lies without looking up.
"I woke up and it killed," I explain. Harry relaxes and looks at me with concern.
"Does it still hurt?" He asks and approaches Zayn and I.
"Not as much," I say and he grabs my hand as Zayn examines my other arm. He squeezes it gently.
"What do you want to do today?" Harry asks ignoring Zayns presence.
"Well I happen to have to go to work," I say and raise my eyebrows. Harry runs his fingers through his messy curls and blushes.
"Oh yeah," he mumbles. I hear Zayn chuckle lowly.
A ringing phone interrupts the awkward conversation and Harry walks over to the living room to retrieve his cell.
"Hello?" He answers and turns away from Zayn and I. I look into Zayns eyes and he smiles warmly, giving me butterflies. "He what?!" Harry shouts into the phone. "What the fuck!"
Zayn rewraps my arm and helps me off the counter as Harry yells. "Keep me and my guys out of this or there will be hell to pay," he says angrily and hangs up the phone. He turns back to Zayn and I. "I've got to go, I'll fill you in later Zayn," he mumbles and throws on his clothes before rushing out of my apartment.
"I take it he was informed about Daniel," I smirk and look up at Zayn.
"I believe you're right," he says and smiles down at me. "Have a nice day at work Sage, take it easy," he says with concern. He presses a kiss to my forehead before leaving.
I groan before drinking my coffee and getting ready for work.
~
"What the hell don't you understand about keeping your hands up?" I question as my fist connects with my client, James's, jaw.
"Damn Sage you don't have to be so rough," he complains and rubs his jaw.
"You think I'm rough?" I ask and laugh. "Just wait till it's you verses a guy who is getting paid to beat the shit out of you."
"Isn't that what I'm paying you to do?" He jokes and winks at me.
"Hands up James," I say sternly. "Remember that and everything else you've got down."
"Thanks Sage," he says and takes a long draw from his water bottle.
"No problem," I say, throwing on my jacket.
"You coming to the fights tonight?" He prods.
"Not sure yet," I answer vaguely before grabbing my bag and rushing out the doors to my car before any further questions.
I slam the door shut and blast the air conditioning. I start to drive aimlessly as I think. It seems I may be having a conflict of interest with Harry. And by conflict of interest I mean I like him. He sang me to sleep last night and checked on me when I woke up. The first night we met he brushed my hair and held me instead of trying to have sex. Underneath the tough exterior he seems to be... Sweet.
No stop, I take that back. He hit Danny and slept with another girl the night after we fucked. He's trying to manipulate me and break into my laptop. I slam my hands against the steering wheel. Why the hell do I like this guy? My head is telling me hell no, not only is he a bad person, I'm also trying to put him in jail. My heart, however, is telling me that his hands touch me reverently and his kiss gives me butterflies. I need to fucking stop.
My mind flicks to Liam momentarily. I guess I know what he does for the gang now. He's the muscle. He beats up people for fun. I shudder at the thought of what damage he can inflict. He's a ticking time bomb.
I park my car and look around to see a place I'm all to familiar with. Cautiously, I climb out of my car and up to the worn down sidewalk. I pass through the wrought iron entrance and my feet tread silently on the grass. I glance at tombstones as I pass. All the unfamiliar names glaring up at me. People I don't know and now I'm walking all over them. I stop in front of a plot with no flowers in front of it.
Jessie Marks
aut vincere aut mori
I kneel on the grass in front of his grave and stare at it blankly. "Either to conquer or to die," I whisper the translation. I run my fingers along the rough letters. I thought it was too morbid a quote to put in English, so it's in Latin instead.
Either to conquer or to die.
The words resonate in my skull as I leave the cemetery with my head held high.
Let's fucking conquer.

Notes

Let's fucking conquer bitches. I hope you are liking it so far idk I think it's getting interesting. Anyways questions:
How is Liam going to react to sages new opinion of him?
SARRY OR ZAGE????
And if you guys could check out my new story shadows that would be pretty cool ❤️