The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Harry's POV
I pace my living room as Zayn talks on the phone. He's calling everyone he can think of to find a place Butch might have taken Sage, or where Liam could have taken her. I glance at my watch, it's 2:30 in the morning. Sage was taken after I dropped her off at 9:30. She's been with them for five hours. All the horrible things that could have happened to her rush through my brain. This is all my fault and I know it. Zayn hangs up the phone with a sigh.
"Nothing," he groans.
"Maybe we should be focusing more on Liam and less on Butch," Louis suggests. "I mean sure, Butch is the one who attacked her, but he isn't the one who would be in charge, Liam would be."
My hands curl into fists at the mention of his name. Fucker.
"Does he have any other addresses or houses?" I ask, looking at each of the guys.
They glance at each other hoping that the other knows the answer.
"I'll take that as a no," I say and sigh.
"Harry," Louis says tentatively. "Maybe we should call sages ex..."
I run my fingers through my hair and groan. He's right.
"Make the call," I say and stalk out of the room.

Sages POV
I slowly open my eyes, I must have fallen asleep. I look around the basement. Brick walls and cement floors. No windows. I sigh and tap my knuckles again when the door creaks open.
"Well hello there," Liam's voice says. I freeze and stare at him as he walks in. His clothes are absolutely drenched and there are traces of blood along his white t-shirt. I've been down here at least two hours, he could have showered and it wouldn't have made a time difference.
"Liam," I say curtly.
"I see that you've dried up," he says and leans against the wall in front of me.
I stare at him blankly. What the hell does he think he's doing?
"I'll have to admit," he continues with a smirk. "I did like being able to see right through the white tank top of yours."
I glare at him as he talks.
"I rather enjoyed that lacy black bra you're wearing," he says and winks.
"Get to the point Liam," I say finally.
"Well love," he says, his demeanor changing. "I know about you, and I don't like being lied to."
My eyes widen as he approaches me.
"So I'm going to do something about it," he sneers, slamming his hands on either side of me. "Because cops like you are the lowest form of life. You have to lie to get what you want you little bitch."
Instead of cringing away I meet his gaze powerfully.
"Im going to make you pay," he says through gritted teeth. "For lying, for cheating, and for killing."
"I just have one question," I say and raise my eyebrows. "Considering you're going to kill me anyways."
He smirks and I take it as my cue to continue. "How did you find out?"
He laughs, his voice sounding insane. "You'll find out soon enough," he says crazily.
"Wait a minute," I say hesitantly. "If you knew... Why did you save me?" I think back to when the thugs were coming at me with knifes, Liam stepped in, he saved me.
"That was before the truth had been revealed love," he says and grazes his hand along my cheek, I wince away from his touch. "Hell, I actually liked you back then. Thought you were pretty."
I shrivel away from his dark gaze.
"The pretty factor hasn't changed," he says and observes my face intently. "But the fact that you're a bloody cop changes everything else about you." He quickly pulls away from me and I breathe a sigh of relief as he turns his back to me. However, my relief is short lived when he whips around and backhands me across the face. I fight the scream that threatens to burst from my lips, I won't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. I stare at the ground as he chuckles, my cheek throbbing.
"That should ruin the pretty thing as well," he says lightly before leaving the room.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, a petrified sob escapes my lips and my entire body succumbs to trembles.
I wish I had never gotten myself into this mess.

Harry's POV
I stare intently at Michael as he sits across the table, resting his head in his hands.
"I just don't understand," he mumbles against his palms.
"Liam took Sage with the help of Butch and some other idiots," I say, trying not to shout. "What's not to understand?!"
"I get the whole attack thing but why take her? What did you do to Liam to deserve that?" He asks and looks up at me with prying eyes.
I struggle to find an answer when the truth is, that question has been bothering me as well. I know Liam liked Sage but I figured that would prevent him from doing something like this, not encourage it.
"I don't know," I mumble, my voice hoarse.
"You did keep him away from her," Louis suggests. I glare at him and he shrugs. "It's true mate."
Michael looks at me deeply, thinking. "Did it ever cross your mind that maybe this was just a ploy?" He asks and strokes his chin.
"What do you mean?" I quiz.
"Well maybe Sage wanted to be with Liam and you were keeping that from happening, so they ran away," he says.
"She was with me in that basement," Zayn scoffs. "She wasn't exactly thrilled."
"She can fake it like a pro," Michael says and shrugs. My fists clench at the double meaning behind his words and he looks at me with a smirk on his face. "Not that she's ever needed to fake it with me."
"You can leave now," I say curtly, trying not to punch his nose in.
"I know Sage better than all of you," he points out and leans back in his chair. "You need me."
The truth of his words hits me and I storm out of the room and upstairs, slamming my office door shut behind me.
Michael Devereux
I type into the advanced search engine Zayn installed on my computer. Frustrated with the lack of information I slam my hands down and storm to the guest bedroom.
I yank open the drawer to the small table and shuffle through the contents. Where the hell is it? I mumble curses and slam shut the drawer, searching through the entire room and coming up empty. My list is gone. I run my fingers through my hair and pace. Where the hell could it have gone? I think through the past few weeks. The only person who stayed in this room was... Sage. I yank open the drawer again and curse much louder when I realize that the gun is gone too. What the hell does she need my gun for?

Sages POV
Flashback
I shimmy off the balcony, clutching my heels in one hand as I climb down the trellis. My feet land on the soft grass and I creep out of the backyard, climbing over the brick wall lithely.
"Collin," I whisper loudly.
"Yeah babe?" His voice whispers and I smile.
"Just making sure you didn't chicken out on me," I whisper and shimmy down the other side of the wall. When my feet hit the ground I slip into my shoes and turn on the flashlight on my phone.
"Hey gorgeous," Collin says as he comes into view. I smile and wrap my arms around him as we kiss deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hand travels up the skirt until I bat down his hand and pull back with a smirk.
"Someone's eager," I observe and he kisses my mouth roughly again before leading me to the street.
"You sure you're up for this?" He asks as he starts the car. I grin at him from the passenger seat.
"Hell yes," I say and lean over to kiss his cheek.
My phone starts ringing in my hand and I pull it out, immediately panicking when I see the caller.
"It's my dad," I stutter, staring at the screen in fear.
"Just ignore him," Collin urges, resting his hand on my knee. I glance at him nervously before pressing ignore on the call. I turn my phone off as Collin drives through the night, the excitement bubbling up in my stomach at tonight's possibilities. We come to a stop behind a black ferrari and I freeze.
"That's my dad's car," I say with wide eyes. Collin looks over at me curiously.
"I think you're in trouble," he says nonchalantly.
"Yeah," I say nervously as the black car speeds away, turning away from us. I breathe a sigh of relief as we drive to the party in silence.
We pull up to the pulsing house and I quickly check my makeup in the mirror before climbing out of the car, yanking the tight skirt of my dress down to cover my ass.
"You look hot," Collin says and I blush as he wraps his arm around me, his hand traveling to touch my boob.
We walk into the house of unfamiliar people and Collin leaves me alone to get us drinks. I sit on a puffy couch and watch as people pass around a joint and grind against each other.
"Here ya go," Collin says and hands me a red cup full of amber liquid. I sip at it cautiously and cringe at the taste.
"What is this?" I ask and sniff the liquid.
"Just drink it, I promise it will be worth it," Collin says and I take another sip before he pulls me to my feet.
The rest of the night is a blur of random drinks, pulsing lights, and sweaty bodies. Collin pushes me roughly against a wall and kisses my neck with a growl. His hand slides up my dress.
"Let's get out of here," he mutters lowly. I nod through my drunken haze and he pulls me to the car, groping my ass as we push through the sweaty bodies. I bust through the door out to the cool nigh air.
"You should drive," Collin slurs and shoves the keys in my hand. I nod and laugh as we climb in the car. Collin looks through my purse and pulls out my phone.
"Damn girl you're blowing up!" He observes and I lean over my seat to look at my phone in his hand.
Another call blares through and I pick up.
"Hellooooo," I sing.
"Violet Sage Rosalie Marks where the hell are you?" My fathers angry voice asks, irritating me.
"I'm just out," I say sassily and Collin chuckles next to me.
"Are you drunk?" He asks and I can hear the pure anger in his voice.
"Maybeeee," I sing back and Collins hand grazes my thigh, leaving a tingling sensation.
"That's it I'm picking you up, where are you?" He asks.
"I'll be home tomorrow god dad calm down," I spit with annoyance and end the call, throwing my phone back to Collin. I lean over my seat and crash my lips against his, tangling my fingers in his short blonde hair as his hands wander all over my body, squeezing every now and then.
"God baby I want you so bad," he moans into the kiss. I immediately pull back and start the car with a silly smile at my lips.
"Your place?" I ask and he nods vigorously as I start the car.

Notes

Kind of a long chapter for you guys today :)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MICHAEL?
WHATS LIAM GOING TO DO TO SAGE?
THOUGHTS ON THE FLASHBACK?

I really hope you're all enjoying it :) I have a personal question though... When is a good time to tell your boyfriend that you write Fanfiction?