The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
After I had showered and put on one of Harry's t-shirts and some of his boxers I went down the hall to his office. I knock on the door and hear him tell me to come in. I peek in to see Harry siting at his desk without a shirt on. He's talking on the phone in hushed tones but he sounds angry. He looks at me and his expression softens. I walk over to him and I lean on the desk in front of him. He places his legs on either side of my body and holds my hand as he talks.
"I need info about this guy," he says angrily into the phone. "Find out who he is and get back to me," he ends the call and sets his phone down behind me.
"How do you feel?" He asks and rubs his thumb along my hand.
"Better," I admit. It's a miracle what hot water and clean clothes can do.
"That's good," he says and smiles weakly at me. "Sage I need you to tell me more about this guy."
I hesitate. If I tell him then I have an opportunity to see him in action, committing a crime if he kills the bastard. That could give me enough evidence to have him convicted of something and then it's only a matter of search warrants before Harry is locked up for life. My heart hurts at the prospect of throwing him in jail even though that's the only reason I'm involved with him.
On the other hand, if I don't tell him then this guy could come after me again. It's not like I can go to the police and risk the whole operation..
"He said some stuff," I mumble and look down at Harry's hand wrapped around mine.
"Like?" He urges.
"Are you sure you want to know Harry," I ask softly. I look into his green eyes and see so much love that it breaks my heart.
"I'm going to make this guy pay Sage," Harry says and pulls me down onto his lap.
"He knew who I was," I whisper. "He said that I was Harry's girl, Sage."
I feel Harry stiffen underneath me. "Oh my god Sage I'm so sorry," he whispers.
"It's okay," I mutter. "He said that he needed to get back at you and he was doing it through me."
Harry squeezes his arms around me and I curl up, resting my head on his chest.
"Anything else?" He says hoarsely.
"After he um.." I search for the words. "You know. He pulled out a knife." My voice shakes. "He cut something into my injured arm."
"I'll have Zayn look at it tomorrow," he says and I can hear the pain in his voice. "This is all my fault Sage."
"It's okay Harry," I say. "I kind of knew that it was dangerous to get involved with you."
"Then why did you?" He asks.
"You make me happy," I say simply. "That's enough reason for me."
I climb off Harry's lap and walk back to the bedroom, keeping the lights off as I crawl into bed and fall asleep.
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The light streaming through the windows wakes me up. I open my eyes and stretch, everything aches. My arm throbs and my inner thighs ache. I climb out of bed gingerly and make my way into the closet. I pull open the drawer of women's clothes and find a dress that's a bit too small but I pull it on anyways. I find a sweater that's too large and throw it on over the dress, covering my arms. I roll up the sleeves to free my hands and run my fingers through my messy hair before walking downstairs barefoot.
"Good morning," Harry says as I walk down the stairs. He was sitting on the couch on his laptop.
"Morning," I mumble and stand awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs.
"How are you feeling?" He asks cautiously, keeping his distance.
I ignore his question and walk into the kitchen to find something to eat.
"Sage?" He calls after me. I open the fridge and pull out a red apple, taking a large bite.
"Sage talk to me," he says and walks into the kitchen. His dark grey t shirt stretches over his muscles and his dark jeans hang low on his hips.
"I'm gonna go home," I say and lean against the counter.
"Sage what's wrong?" Harry asks and walks towards me. I cringe away when he touches my shoulder.
"Please don't," I whisper. Harry pulls his hand away, a hurt expression on his face.
Last night Harry and I had something of a moment. Which is great for my investigation. Not so great for my conscience. Add the fact that I know Harry is capable of killing me in an instant, he's just as dangerous as the guy who attacked me last night. I shudder at the thought. If I'm going to continue this investigation I need some space away from Harry. I'm just so conflicted in regards to my feelings about him and it's killing me inside.
I push past him and race upstairs to find my phone. I see my purse on the bed table in Harry's room. I look through it and pull out my phone.
"Hey," I say after I dial a familiar number.
"Hey what's going on?" Zayns voice says.
"Can you come pick me up? I'm at Harry's," I mumble and cradle the phone close to my phone.
"Yeah sure," Zayn replies quickly. "Is everything okay?"
"No," I say and my voice cracks.
"I'll be there soon," he says quickly and I hang up the phone. I draw my legs to my chest. And sit on the bed while I wait for Zayn to get here and take me home. The memories of last night flash through my brain at warp speed as I struggle to recall the mans face, or if he said his name, or any tattoos. All I can remember is the hopelessness I felt and how wrong his hands were on my body. A tear falls out of my eye and I wipe it away before standing to gather my things. I throw my phone back in my purse and glance at the contents momentarily. Something's missing... The gun. I quickly look through the objects, hoping that I just couldn't see it. However it isn't in the bag. I rub my temples to fight off the lingering headache.
"Fucking great," I say to myself. I look around for my shoes and pick them up without bothering to put them on. I leave them by my purse and go into Harry's closet. I open his underwear drawer and slide a pair of boxers on under the unfamiliar dress. I wince as the material slides over my thighs. I grab a ponytail out of my purse and throw my hair up. The little makeup bag I keep taunts me and I pull it out and go to the bathroom to work on my face. I gasp as I see the purple bruise marking my cheek from where the man slapped me last night. I touch it gently and wince. Sighing, I pull out my makeup and cover up the bruise. I slide on some Chapstick and mascara before going back out into the bedroom. I lean against the large windows and look out at the forest that surrounds me. Fat grey clouds cover the sky and it looks as though it will rain at any moment. I lock the bedroom door and grab the list out of my purse. The names I found stare up at me and I look at it as I type in the list of names to my phone.
Gregory Jacobsen X
Naomi Crankshaw
Wyatt Prie X
Leslie Wates
Dustin Kelly
Jessica McMullen X
Pria Overson
Daniel Evanston
I look over the list and run my thumb along Daniels name. I send the list to Carlos, the X's included. I pull up google and type in the first name.
Gregory Jacobsen
I wait as it loads and click on the first link that pops up. It's an article about a murder. Gregory's murder. I skim through the article, he was killed last month. There's no suspects and no witnesses. The investigation died out. Here's the real clincher though, Gregory was a cop.
I type in the next name.
Naomi Crankshaw
Nothing of interest comes up, a few Facebook links and twitter accounts but this woman doesn't seem to have anything on her. Why does the name sound so familiar?
Wyatt Prie
Once again a news article pops up. Wyatt Prie was also police officer. Apparently he was found dead but there was no evidence as to who killed him about 2 weeks ago. I look at the picture of him from when he first joined the force and my heart sinks. I recognize him. He was one of the first people to congratulate me when Daniel proposed. He was a good guy. I search through the rest of the names, the ones with X's were dead and the rest had very little about them, except for Danny and a woman named Pria Overson. Pria is a high ranking captain, in charge of the drug unit. From what I can tell she is very good at her job. I clear the search history on my phone and lay back on the bed. They are all cops. X means that they are dead, aka Harry killed them. This is seriously incriminating evidence. I take a picture of the list in Harry's hand writing and shove it back in my purse. Zayn texts me telling me that he's here and I bound out of the room and out of the house without another word to Harry.

Notes

Triple update!!! Think of it as an early Christmas present.
Questions:
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GUN IN HER PURSE?
WHY DOES HARRY HAVE A LIST OF COPS TO KILL?
ARE YOU PUMPED FOR ZAGE TIME?
ANY LIAM FANS OUT THERE STILL HOPING SAGE AND HIM HOOK UP?
I have been feeling awfully giving today so this is today's third update, hope you like it ❤️