The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
I pull up to the warehouse and climb out of the car, yanking my dress down as I go. I flip my hair over my shoulder and take a deep breath before pushing open the heavy door and being assaulted by the smell of smoke and booze and the shouting of angry fans.
I stand at the back of the crowd, observing the audience members. I feel my phone buzz inside my bra and pull it out to see Harry is calling me.
"Hello?" I answer, covering my other ear so that I can hear.
"Sage? Where are you?" Harry asks.
"What do you need Harry?" I ask, avoiding his question.
"Well I wanted to know if you were free for a date tonight," he says. "But seriously why is it so loud?"
"I'm kind of busy tonight," I shout over the yelling patrons. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"Where are you?" He asks but I hang up the phone without answering.
"Hello beautiful," I familiar voice says sweetly. I turn and see Michael.
"Hey!" I cheer and he hugs me tightly.
"How are things going?" He whispers lowly.
"I wish I knew," I say and roll my eyes. "Come on let's go watch some fights," I say and grab his hand, dragging him through the crowd.
The fight comes into view and I see James beating the shit out of the other guy. The other man is on the floor, James is on top of him just smashing his fist into the guys face over and over again.
"Yeah James!" I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth.
"He one of yours?" Michael shouts in my ear. I nod and keep my eyes trained on the fight.
Tony walks over and grabs James's hand, raising it in the air.
"Fucking shit!" I man shouts next to me and slams his hands on his knees. I take it he was betting on the now unconscious other fighter. Tough loss.
James searches the crowd and stops when he sees me. He smiles and I wave before he walks over to where Michael and I are standing.
"You made it!" He exclaims.
"Yeah, great job," I say and smile.
"It's all thanks to you Sage," he says and winks before disappearing into the thick crowd.
"Why don't we get out of here," Michael suggests.
I look around at the fat men and slutty women surrounding me. A creepy man eyes me from across the room and I give him the finger. Perv.
"I'm actually going to stay," I say. Michael looks at me with disappointment.
"You sure?" He asks and runs his fingers up my arm.
"Positive," I grumble and push his hand off me. I need a drink.

Harry's POV
She hung up on me. What the hell. I look at Louis from across the room.
"She hung up on me," I say in shock.
I hear Zayn chuckle from behind me. "You sound surprised mate," he says.
"I've never been hung up on before," I mumble.
"Sage isn't like the girls you usually spend time with," Louis explains and shrugs his shoulders before taking another sip of his beer. I slam my hands down on the bar to get the bartenders attention. She walks over to me and smiles sexily.
"What can I help you with handsome?" She says and smirks. She's hot. But I don't care.
I throw down the money I owe before standing up and walking out of the busy pub.
"Good luck!" Zayn calls after me.
"You're gonna need it," Louis adds. I flip him off and push out of the bar and make my way to my car.

Sages POV
"Shit," I mumble as my keys fall out of my hand onto the pavement. I reach down to pick them up and stand up shakily.
"You okay there love?" A man asks from behind me. I turn around to see a blurry figure standing a few feet away. I squint and the man walks towards me. He looks familiar.
"I'm fine," I mumble and begin walking towards my car. I trip and he grabs my arm to stop me from falling. "Thanks," I mutter and brush his beefy hand off my arm. This guy is huge.
I stumble towards my car and to my disdain, the man follows me.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask and turn to face him, throwing my hands on my hips. I sway awkwardly and see two of him.
"Just trying to help," he says and moves closer to me. I try to take a step back but my heel gets caught on the crack and I begin to fall backwards. His arms loop around my waist, preventing me from falling.
"You can let go now," I say as he steadies me.
"You're Harry's girl, Sage, right?" The man asks, ignoring my request. His arms tighten around me and through my drunken haze I feel how horribly wrong this is.
"I'm nobody's girl," I scoff and feebly try to push his arms off me. "Let me go."
"I have no intention of doing that," he says and his breath hits my face, the smell of cigarettes overwhelming me.
Before I know what's happening he is pushing me back into an alley between two warehouses.
"Stop!" I shout and look around blindly from a weapon or something. I have a gun in my purse! I reach into my bag but he grabs it out of my hand and throws it away from me. Fuck.
He presses my back into the rough brick wall, it scrapes against my thighs as I try to get away from him. He surrounds me, even in my heels I have to crane my neck to see him. He looks down at me, the muscles in his arms bulge as he cages me in. "What are you doing?" I whimper and press away from him, turning my face to escape his rancid breath.
"It's nothing personal love," he says and brushes his hand through my blonde hair. "I've just got to teach Styles a lesson, and you're the perfect way to do that."
"Don't," I warn weakly. His hand travels up my skirt and I scream out before his other hand slams over my mouth. With both of my hand free I punch him in the stomach but it barely fazes him. Shit this guys tough. I bite down on his hand and he swears loudly. He grabs both of my small wrists in one of his hands and pins them to the wall above me, leaving my nearly defenseless. I scream again but this time he laughs.
"Nobody is going to hear you sweet heart," he says and his lips hungrily attack my neck. His free hand slides down his pants and his knees pin my legs to the wall behind me.
"Stop stop stop," I plea as he rips off my underwear and throws if behind him. I try to close my legs but he slaps me, hard. I cry out at the sting and he enters me roughly. Tears stream out of my face, a sign of my desperation and pain. I scream out again but it's hopeless, nobody is going to hear me. He thrusts into me again and again, each time I'm sure he's leaving another bruise. I feel him cum inside of me and he finally exits me. My legs shake and I'm sure I would have fallen to the ground had his hands not been pinning me to the wall.
"You got what you wanted," I whisper weakly. "Now leave me alone."
"Aw sweetheart, that was only part one," he says and chuckles evilly. He pulls up his pants with one hand and I see him pull a knife out of his pocket.
"Please no," I sob, my entire body shaking. The blurry drunkness disappears at the fear that courses through my body, he's going to kill me. My hands are shaking too violently for me to do anything but stand there in fear.
"Don't worry darling," he says and runs the blade along my cheek gently. "I won't kill you."
He releases my arms and I fall to the ground in front of him. He crouches down in front of me and I draw my knees to my chest. "This will only hurt a little bit," he says and grabs my injured arm roughly.
On pure instinct I kick out my heeled foot, hitting him really hard in the chest. He falls backwards and the shock registers on his face. I rip the knife out of his hand while he's weak , disarming him. I look at it for a moment, debating what to do. Should I kill him? He begins to get to his feet, looking at me angrily.
"That was a bad move sweetheart," he says through gritted teeth as he approaches me slowly. I hold the knife out and back up slowly, my legs shaking.
"Don't come closer," I say strongly.
"Or what?" He says and laughs. "You'll kill me? That knife will barely hurt me. You know that."
He's right. This tiny pocket knife would barely make it through his muscles, I could seriously hurt him but it would take a lot to kill him. I back up and trip over my purse, leaving me flying to the ground, the knife flying out of my hand and skidding across the alley. He lunges for the knife and as fast as lightning he's on top of me, the knife in his hand. He yanks my left arm up and rips off the bandage as I lay there, his weight making it really hard for me to breathe. I push at him with my free hand but the black dots dancing in front of my vision make it hard for me to see anything. I numbly feel the knife press into my arm slowly. I think I cry out but I'm not sure. Before I know what's happening everything goes black.

Notes

Guess who's giving you guys a couple updates as a Christmas present? Me!!! I've written way ahead in this story and am going to publish depending on comments and demands and such. The best Christmas present you could give me would be 100 subscribers ;)
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