The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Zayns POV
"Hello," I say as I shut the door behind me. "I would like to report a code red offense."
"I'm going to transfer you, give me moment," a woman's voice says before I hear a click.
"Hello?" A gruff voice questions.
"This is Zayn Malik reporting from the house of Harry Styles. An undercover agent by the name of Sage Matthews has been kidnapped, her cover has been blown," I ramble.
"Daniel get in here!" The voice shouts off the line.
Daniel as in Sages ex boyfriend?
"Mr. Malik you're on speaking with Daniel Evanston, do you know where Sage is?" Daniel asks.
"No," I reply.
"Well Sage contacted me, she found a way to escape and is looking for help as we speak. However, we don't know her location and we can't help her," Daniel says, the stress he's under evident in his voice.
Sage escaped? Atta girl. "She escaped?" I question.
"Yes she's somewhere in the woods with Liam Payne," Daniel says angrily.
"Well the rest of the gang is still oblivious to the fact that she's undercover," I say lowly, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening in.
"Good," he says. "Do you know of any sort of cabin that Liam would have access to?"
I wrack my brain and come up empty, nothing. "No," I groan.
"Fuck. Well let me know if you figure anything out," Daniel says and the line goes dead.
I walk back into the living room and am surprised to see the lads sitting around on the couches.
"What's going on?" I ask and take a seat next to Niall. "Who's watching Michael?"
"He just left," Harry says with confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he said he had business to attend to and he just walked out," Harry shrugs.
"And you let him?!" I almost shout and Harry glares at me.
"He wasn't helping at all!" Harry retorts.
"What if he knew something but he just didn't want to tell us?!"
"Why wouldn't he tell us?" Harry asks and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because he's an arse," I respond.
"I think you're wrong Zayn," Harry says calmly before going back into the kitchen.

Sages POV
I've been walking along this godforsaken road in these hellish woods for what seems like days, though I'm convinced it's only been an hour or so. Yet no matter how far I seem to be walking, no cars have driven by. Because if they did, I would so have a ride. Actually I probably look like I just escaped from an asylum so maybe I wouldn't. I sigh as my feet carry me further away from Liam, I have to be close to civilization by now. I cross my arms over my chest for warmth. At least the rain stopped, steadying to just a light sprinkle. What I wouldn't give for some shoes and a jacket right now.
Something pushes at the back of my brain, an unanswered question: how did Liam find out about me? I wince as I step in another rock against the wet pavement. I was being careful, I never did anything to make him suspect me. And why wasn't Zayn taken to the mysterious cabin? He was just left at the first place. My fingers twitch at the urge to call him and see if he's okay but I resist, if he's still there then someone else probably has his phone and calling him would be a huge risk.
What about Harry? I've been pushing him to the back of my mind all day but.. What if he is behind this? I know Liam does hits for Harry but wouldn't Harry want to beat me himself? My heart hurts, Harry was so sweet on our date. Good god that was only last night! If Harry knew, would he have been that kind? Why wouldn't he have just taken me right then? The only explanation is that he didn't know. But why wouldn't Liam tell him?
I'm asking way more questions then I am getting answers. I pause and lean against a tree, feeling the pain in my arm stronger than ever. The bandage is soaked through with blood, it's awful. I rip it off despite my best instincts to take a better look. The white gauze unravels slowly. Oh shit I think I'm going to pass out. The wound is bright red and puffy and it throbs like there is no tomorrow, which if I don't get medicine, there might not be. I think back to the pills that Zayn had me on, I wish I had some right now. I fold up the used gauze and tuck it in my pocket with the knife. Maybe a wounded arm will somehow attract a passing vehicle to me. Preferably one with a middle aged, motherly type woman. I don't think I can deal with some creepy pervert right now.
I stumble forward, my body wearing out from the insane length I've walked.
The phone in my back pocket starts ringing. It's Daniel.
"Hello?" I groan and press it to my ear.
"Have you found help yet?" He asks hopefully.
"Considering I haven't seen any signs of life in the past however long it's been, no," I grumble. I just want to go home and take a hot shower before sleeping and amputating my arm.
"Any ideas as to where you are?" He questions.
"The fucking woods," I retort. "Where I've been this entire fucking time."
"Someone's pissy," he observes.
"Considering in the past 12 hours I have been kidnapped, held hostage, killed a man, been tortured, my arm feels like hell, and am now walking barefoot through the forest, I think I deserve to be a little pissy," I bite.
"You killed a man?" He asks softly.
Shit I didn't mean to tell him that quite yet.
"Yes," I sigh.
"What happened?" He asks with curiosity.
"It's a long story and I don't want this phone to die," I explain.
"You can tell me when we find you," he says. "Oh by the way , Zayn Malik called me."
A weight lifts off my chest, Zayns okay. "What did he say?" I really hope everything is fine.
"He said that the rest of the gang members don't know about your undercover status and that they agreed to go to the police for help."
"Because you've been such a big help," I remark sarcastically.
"You can't go two seconds without being a bitch," he points out.
"You're not exactly my favorite person in the world," I defend.
"I'm not going to fight with you Violet," he sighs. "I'll call soon to check up on you again."
I hang up the phone and reach to place it in my pocket when my injured arm gets caught on a branch, ripping at the stitched. I cry out and fall to the ground, landing in the plants.
Could this day get any worse? I get to my feet, wincing as the plants rub against the now open wound on my arm. I attempt to brush the mud off my legs but it's a lost cause. My face throbs, my head is pounding, my arm needs to be amputated, and now I'm covered in mud. Fanfuckingtastic.
My feet rub against the rough plants as I walk, mud and leaves sticking to the bottom of my feet. I stare at the ground, watching the plants crinkle underneath my feet. These look kind of familiar... I bend down to look at what I'm walking on more clearly. Three leaves from each sprout, big and green. Why does that sound familiar?
Poison ivy.
I quickly hop out of the plants and onto the the pavement of the road, staring at the plants with wide eyes. I quickly move back to where I fell and to my distress see a poison ivy plant with my blood on it.
I lied, this day really could get worse.
Now there's poison ivy in my bloodstream and all over my body. I need something to drink or I might pass out. My stomach grumbles as I continue the walk, this time on the narrow road. What do you even do about poison ivy? I just remember my mum telling me to stay away from it in the back garden because it's dangerous. What happens when it touches an open wound? Zayn went to medical school, he wound know! And he called Danny so that means I should be okay to call him.
I pull out the phone and dial his number before pressing it to my ear.
"Hello?" His voice questions.
"Zayn," I breathe.
"Oh my god," he mutters. I hear some shuffling and a door close before he speaks again. "Sage?"
"Yeah Zayn it's me," I say.
"Are you okay?" He asks sincerely. I feel tears well in my eyes at the question. No. I am not okay.
"I um took the bandage off my arm," I say and my voice trembles. "I tripped and the stitches got ripped out and I landed in poison ivy."
"Oh shit Sage," he groans.
"What's going to happen to me?" I ask softly, tears spilling out of my eyes.
"Nothing," he soothes. "You will be safe before anything can happen."
"What if I'm not?" My voice wobbles.
"You will be," his voice hardens as though he would make sure of it himself.
"Okay," I say quietly.
"You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice," he attempts to distract me.
"I'm glad to hear yours too," I manage a small smile.
"You know what I don't get?" He whispers.
"Why they only took me to the second locations?" I guess.
"Yeah!" He whisper exclaims. "I mean especially if Liam was behind all of this..."
"We should probably talk about this in person," I realize.
"You're right," his voice moves back to a normal decibel.
"I'll see you soon?" I ask hopefully.
"Yes you will," his voice is serious. "We will do everything we can to find you Sage."
"Thank you Zayn," I say softly before ending the call and drying my tears with a muddy hand.

Notes

You guys haven't been very good about commenting and answering the questions and it's making me sad. So comment please!!!
WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN TO SAGE?
WHO ALL SHIPS ZAGE?
HER ARM???????
MICHAEL???????????????