The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Harry's POV
I leave Gemma's house much later than I intended to. At least I got some great advice out of the whole trip. Gemma told me that I needed to make Sage feel safe but I can't smother her. Sage is a free spirit apparently and if I go all overprotective on her it probably won't have a good affect. I jog through the pouring rain to get to my can and practically dive in to it. I crank up the heat and call Zayn as I drive.
"Hey Harry," Zayn says.
"Hey Zayn I need you to do me a favor and check up on Sage, make sure her arm is okay and shit," I say seriously. I trust Zayn, he's never given me a reason not to.
"Uh Harry," Zayn mumbles awkwardly. He's about to finish his sentence when another voice comes on the line.
"Hello Harold," the familiar voice rings.
"Sage?" I question even though I'm sure it's her. "What are you doing with Zayn?"
"I'm at his flat," she says. I screech to a halt and make an illegal U turn.
"Why?" I ask through clenched teeth.
"I figured with a psychopath out to cut me I should probably keep company for the night," she says. I can practically hear her shrugging her shoulders.
"You're staying with me," I say possessively. She is not under any circumstances spending the night with Zayn.
"You see Harry," she says with a sigh. "That right there is why I left your place in the first place. I felt like I was trapped. I may need protection but I don't need a prison guard. I'm staying here tonight and that's final."
I take in what she just said in shock. That's literally exactly what Gemma said would happen. I groan in frustration. "Would you like to perhaps stay with me instead of Zayn?" I ask.
"Nope," she says and the call goes dead.
I sigh and rush through the traffic on my way to Zayns. If she's staying there, I am too.

Sages POV
I hang up phone and hand it back to Zayn.
"What was that?" He asks with raised eyebrows. I throw my legs over his lap and lay back on the couch. "Harry being Harry."
"I see," he mumbles. A knock at the door forces him up and I throw my right arm over my face to cover my eyes and enjoy the rain while Zayn answers the door.
"Oh hey," he says with surprise.
I hear the shuffling of feet as Zayn let's whoever it is in. I peek out from underneath my arm and groan inwardly.
I watch as Liam takes off his wet jacket and hangs it up in the closet.
"Hey Sage," he says awkwardly. I sit up and Zayn sits next to me while Liam stands in front of both of us with his hands shoved into his pockets. "I was wondering if I could talk to you," he says uncomfortably.
I sigh and get to my feet before leading Liam to the guest room where I'm staying for the night. I leave the door open a crack before turning to face Liam.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask and cross my arms over my chest, horribly aware of the throbbing in my left arm.
"I haven't seen you since that night at the club and I feel horrible and I just wanted to apologize," the words tumble out of his mouth. "I really like you and I would hate to think that I scared you off in any way because I never meant too and I promise I would never hurt you."
He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and I melt. Despite all the violence he's actually quite a sweetheart. I sit on the bed and pat the seat next to me, he sits as well.
"Liam you didn't scare me off," I say. "I was just tired and my head hurt and I needed to get out of there."
I see his shoulders sink in relief. "Really?" He asks for assurance.
"Yeah," I say. I fold my hands in my lap and stare at them. "But after that night I think you and I should just be friends. I really like you but I don't think it would work out..." I mumble.
"I guess I kind of knew that was coming," he says, the disappointment in his tone obvious.
I hug him tightly and he squishes me to his chest. I bury my head in his neck. It's too bad that I'm not pursuing a relationship with him.
"Well hello there," a snarky voice says. I pull away from Liam and look over to the door to see Harry standing there with his arms crossed.
"Uh-" Liam mumbles uncomfortably.
"Harold," I interrupt curtly and brush past Harry on my way out of the room. He follows me down the hall to the living room where I see Zayn sitting on the couch on his computer. I glare at him but he just shrugs.
"I'm gonna go," Liam says hesitantly and he puts on his jacket.
"Goodbye Liam," I say brightly.
"That's probably for the best," Harry grumbles. I roll my eyes and watch as Liam leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.
"What do you want Harry," I groan and turn to face him. His curls are damp from the rain and hang in ringlets around his face. He tried to protect them with a red beanie but it didn't really do a good job. I fight the urge to brush the soaked ringlets out of his face.
"You rushed out of my place pretty quickly this morning, I wanted to make sure everything was okay," he says sincerely. I glance at Zayn and see that he is completely absorbed in whatever he's doing on his computer. I sigh and turn back to Harry.
"I'm fine Harry," I say exasperated. He does not need to check on me every second of the day.
"I'm going to stay here tonight," he says with finality in his tone.
"That's cool mate," Zayn says without looking up from the screen. "Sage is already taking reh guest room though and I'm not sharing my bed with you."
"That's fine I'll bunk with Sage," Harry says as though I'm not even there.
"What if I don't want to share a bed with you?" I ask and cross my arms.
Harry shrugs. "There's a couch."
I scoff and stomp out of the room to the bedroom. I hear Harry and Zayn chuckle behind me. I slam the door and pace around the room. Why is he so ugh?
I hate that Zayn can't act normal when were around other people. And I'm pissed that Harry had to show up and change what this night was going to be. I rip off the sweater that I got from Harry's and practically rip off the dress. I slide into my pajamas and scold myself for not bringing something that covers up more. I didn't really think that I would be around people when I slept tonight and i just sort of grabbed this...
Whatever, it could be worse.
I let my hair out of the ponytail and shake it out. I grab a pillow and blanket off the bed and walk back into the living room. Zayn and Harry are talking quietly but they immediately stop and stare the second I enter the room.
"I'm going to bed," I say clearly. They both stare with their mouths open, I don't think they even know what I said. "You're sitting on my bed."
Zayn finally seems to clear his head enough to speak. He stutters out an ok before going to his bedroom. He winks at me when he passes and I blush. Harry clears his throat and I look to see him still sitting on the couch.
"I was just kidding about the whole couch thing," he mumbles and blatantly stares at my chest.
"Well considering you're practically drooling and I'm standing way over here, I think it's best that we don't share a bed," I say and walk towards him.
"Sage I'd be more comfortable if you stayed with me," he says, this time serious. He looks me in the eyes.
"Why?" I ask. I throw the blanket and pillow on the couch and he grabs my hands.
"Because it comforts me to know that you are safe in my arms," he says and gazes into my eyes. I'll admit, my heart skipped a best at the cuteness.
"I don't live to make you comfortable," I say sassily.
He groans loudly. "Please just stay with me, you'll be more comfortable anyways," he says and rolls his eyes.
I consider my options. Sleep in a bed with Harry and feel somewhat safe but also like he might kill me or sleep on the couch alone with the fear that my attacker will burst through the door and finish the job.
"Fine," I say. "But mind your hands or were going to have an issue."
His face splits into a grin and I poke one of his dimples. He grabs the blanket and pillow and we walk back to the bedroom.
I climb into the bed and wrap a blanket around me, snuggling close to the pillow. I watch as Harry takes off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. I look at his tattoos as he strips down to his boxers. He has so many. I want another one.
He sees me staring and smirks. I feel myself blush and turn around to bury my face in the pillow. He chuckles and I feel the bed dip down as he climbs in.
"What exactly did you mean by no hands?" He mumbles with uncertainty. I laugh and grab both his hands.
"As long as you don't try to cop a feel we should be fine," I say and release his hands. I turn back onto my side and feel his arms wrap around me. The warmth of his skin seeps through my thin pajamas and I snuggle close to him. I flick off the lamp and almost instantly I hear Harry snoring lightly, his head nestled into the back of my neck.
My phone buzzes lightly from the table and I reach my arm out to grab it.
Zayn: having a good night with Hazza? ;)
I smirk at the text before responding
Me: the usual. I got the sense that he enjoyed my pajamas more than you did though ;)
Zayn: oh trust me, I enjoyed them plenty
Me: too bad you only get that one glimpse... You'll have to treasure the memory.
Zayn: oh yes of course. How are you feeling though love, actually?
Me: I think we should probably amputate my arm.
Zayn: that bad?
Me: worse
Zayn: well I will take a look at it in the morning. How are you feeling emotionally?
Me: not fantastic. I don't know that I'll be able to sleep tonight.
Zayn: well you really should try. Wake up Haz and ask him to sing to you or something.
Me: I just might.
Zayn: good night Sage. I'll see you tomorrow
Me: goodnight Zayn, thanks for everything
I delete all the messages and put my phone back. I stare into the darkness and close my eyes frying to sleep.

Notes

Can't sleep so I updated. This is kind of a filler chapter. I feel mean for making the SARRY lovers question their allegiance. Hope you liked it.
DOES IT BOTHER ZAYN THAT SAGE IS GETTING SO CLOSE TO HARRY?
ARE SAGES FEELINGS STRONGER FOR HARRY OR ZAYN?
DOES ANYONE FEEL BAD FOR LIAM? I do but that might just be me idk.

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