The Fighter (AU/Punk)
Chapter 4
Liam pulls my car up to a big apartment building on the wrong side of town.
"This is where you live?" I ask curiously, looking up at the tall structure. Compared to the dilapidated buildings surrounding it, this was the nicest place in the neighborhood.
"Yes," he says and gets out of the car. I follow suit and we walk up to the building. Well he walks, I stumble. Maybe I should just take my shoes off..? No. That breaks the rule. I have a rule that I cannot take my shoes off until I am safely at home.. Or in this case in Liam's apartment....
I grab his arm as I trip over a rock, almost falling on my face. He tries and fails to suppress a chuckle. I shoot him a glare and keep walking. We go into the building and I am pleasantly surprised. The lobby area is well decorated with white walls and black furniture. I would actually live here. We go to the black elevators and Liam presses a pretty high number.
We wait in comfortable silence as the elevator rises, me still clutching his arm.
"Maybe you should just take your shoes off," Liam suggests helpfully.
"Nope," I refuse. I will not break the rule.
He gives me a curious look but doesn't say anything else. The elevator doors ding open and Liam leads me down the long hallway. He pulls out a decent sized gold key and leads me into his apartment. The living room is decorated with white walls and black furniture, just like the lobby. A flat screen tv hangs on the wall across from the large black couch. Huge floor to ceiling windows show the city sprawled out. I walk towards them and stare out at all the lights. Liam comes up and stands beside me.
"Do you ever think about how there are so many people in this world, and all these people have their own problems and social circles and families. And these people don't know that you exist or even care for that matter. The people you wait in line behind to get coffee or the woman who walks her dog by your apartment building every morning. It's so strange to think that they have their own lives and problems," I say. Woah where did that come from? I mentally face palm my drunk self but turn to Liam. He's staring at me with eyes full of awe and wonder.
"That's quite a thing to say," he says in amazement. I shrug my shoulders and turn back to the window. "You're a very interesting girl," he says and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
I look up into his brown eyes and see them looking back at me gently. Liam leans down to kiss me and I lean up. Our lips are just about to meet when...
BAM BAM BAM.
A loud tapping sounds on the door, Liam groans in frustration at our broken moment and I giggle. He goes to answer it and I stare out the window again. It really is a fantastic view.
"WHAT THE FUCK LIAM?" A voice shouts from the doorway. I move closer. What's this about...
"Calm down mate," Liam says softly, trying to relax who ever is at the door. I press my body against the stainless steel fridge so that I'm as close as possible without being seen.
"Is she here now?" The previously yelling voice states calmly. It's not a normal calm though. Its a creepy calm. And I recognize that voice....
Harrys POV
"Where'd she go?" I ask roughly as I near the lads at the bar. The fake blonde, Sierra I think her name is, is hanging on my arm.
"Who?" Niall asks and swigs his beer.
"The blonde," I say with annoyance, who else would I be talking about? I do remember her name though..Sage. It suits her, her pretty blonde hair and delicate frame live up to the hippie name. She must have had weird parent though to name her Sage. I wonder what her middle name is?
"Oh she went off with Liam," Zayn says and wraps his arm around a girl with violet hair who was over here earlier.
She went off with Liam? Are you fucking kidding me. I figured she was over here watching me pick up the fake blonde and being jealous but she's off with Liam?
"Where'd they go." I ask through gritted teeth
The blonde on my arm keeps trying to get my attention but one glare makes her stop.
"Umm," Louis says nervously. "I think they're dancing."
I drag the blonde to the dance floor and search for that black dress and golden hair. I spot her and Liam in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies. Her back was pressed firmly to his front, her hand entwined in his hair. He was leaning his head close to her neck, occasionally kissing it I think. Her eyes are closed and her hips move fluidly to the music. She should be dancing with me right now. I almost walk over and break them up but I have a better idea. The bottle blonde starts dancing with me, shaking her ass at all the right times. She was hot. But Sage was hotter. Something about Sage just drew me to her. Maybe it was the fact that she rejected me. That pissed me off, don't get me wrong, but I've never been rejected before. It was hot. I've never had a problem getting girls to fuck but this ones a challenge, I love a good challenge. I watch intently as Sage's eyes flutter open. She glances around for a moment and her gaze passes over me quickly.
She didn't even fucking notice. I push the bottle blonde off of me and begin to walk towards Sage and Liam, but I stop when I see Liam whisper something in her ear. What the hell is he doing she's mine.
I watch as she nods her head slowly, a grin breaking out onto Liam's face.
"Harryyyy," a voice whines from behind me. I turn to see the bottle blonde looking at me with annoyance.
"What?" I ask sharply. Damn she was annoying.
Her face falls at my tone but I really don't give a shit.
"Why aren't you dancing with me!" She regains her confidence and asks. I look at her heavily lined eyes and tattooed arms. This is the type of girl I should be sleeping with. Not Sage with her perfect skin and unmarked body. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and hand it to her, "program your number in." I say blandly. Might as well have a back up if things with Sage don't go as planned, though I highly doubt that will happen.
The blonde takes my phone and gladly punches her number in. I glance at the screen when she hands it back to me. Her name is Sierra. Score one for me.
I turn to look for Liam and Sage but don't see them anywhere. Dammit! They must have left while Sierra was being a brat. My hands curl into fists and I turn, getting ready to hit the little bitch. But I think better of it. This is not the time or the place. Instead I smirk at her and push through the hoards of people to get outside.
"Excuse me sir," I ask the valet guy. He looks vaguely familiar. When he sees me his expression turns to nervousness.
"Yes sir?" He asks and fiddles with his thumbs.
"Have you seen an extremely attractive blonde in a tight black dress with red shoes and a tall fellow with light hair out here?" I ask politely. I want info from this guy, and he's gonna give it to me willingly. No need to be rude.
"Uh yeah," he says anxiously. "They just left."
Shit they left already. "They were talking to that guy over there before they left though," the guy says with a shaking voice and pointing over to a tattooed guy in line. How does Liam know this dude?
I nod my thanks to the valet guy and he looks relived. I stalk over to the line and the tattooed man.
"Hey," I shout when I'm close. A few people turn but look away quickly when they realize I'm not addressing them. The tattooed guy looks curious but slightly nervous.
"Hey mate," he says as I approach. His friends start a conversation amongst themselves, giving us privacy.
"How do you know Liam?" I ask seriously.
"Who's Liam?" He asks. Is he really playing dumb with me. Fucking idiot.
"You know, tall fellow, light hair, tattoos," I say with annoyance.
Something dawns on him, "the guy that was with Sage?" He asks.
Wait a minute he knows Sage? How the hell did these two meet. Shes so innocent looking and he's her polar opposite. "You know Sage?" I blurt out.
The guy nods, obviously feeling more relaxed with this conversation now that it was about someone he actually knows. "Yeah man, she's my trainer."
Trainer? Like fashion trainer? "Trainer?" I quiz.
The guy laughs at my incredulity, "yeah, Sage is a fight club trainer. Kinda underground stuff. She's really good."
No fucking way. She looks so innocent and she's a fight club trainer? This guy is twice her size and she trains him! Damn. No wonder she wasn't scared to turn me down, she probably thinks she could beat me up. Unless she doesn't fight herself.
"Does she ever fight?" I ask the guy.
"Yeah, but Tony doesn't let her fight as much as other people."
"Why?" I ask with annoyance.
"Shes really damn good. Never lost a fight. When people figure that out he loses money," the guy says. He squirms at my glare.
"Thanks," I say rudely and walk over to my car.
A fight club trainer who never loses.
This is one complex girl.
I race to Liam's apartment complex and sprint up the stairs, elevators take to long. I pound on the door and tap my foot impatiently. Liam's gonna get hell for this.
Eventually he answers the door and has a right to look like he did something wrong.
"So you danced with her," I question, crossing my arms. Liam nods sheepishly and stares at the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK LIAM!?" I shout. He had no fucking right. He knew that I wanted her.
"Calm down mate," Liam looks over his shoulder worriedly.
"Is she here now?" I state calmly. Liam doesn't respond and I push past him into the apartment.
"This is where you live?" I ask curiously, looking up at the tall structure. Compared to the dilapidated buildings surrounding it, this was the nicest place in the neighborhood.
"Yes," he says and gets out of the car. I follow suit and we walk up to the building. Well he walks, I stumble. Maybe I should just take my shoes off..? No. That breaks the rule. I have a rule that I cannot take my shoes off until I am safely at home.. Or in this case in Liam's apartment....
I grab his arm as I trip over a rock, almost falling on my face. He tries and fails to suppress a chuckle. I shoot him a glare and keep walking. We go into the building and I am pleasantly surprised. The lobby area is well decorated with white walls and black furniture. I would actually live here. We go to the black elevators and Liam presses a pretty high number.
We wait in comfortable silence as the elevator rises, me still clutching his arm.
"Maybe you should just take your shoes off," Liam suggests helpfully.
"Nope," I refuse. I will not break the rule.
He gives me a curious look but doesn't say anything else. The elevator doors ding open and Liam leads me down the long hallway. He pulls out a decent sized gold key and leads me into his apartment. The living room is decorated with white walls and black furniture, just like the lobby. A flat screen tv hangs on the wall across from the large black couch. Huge floor to ceiling windows show the city sprawled out. I walk towards them and stare out at all the lights. Liam comes up and stands beside me.
"Do you ever think about how there are so many people in this world, and all these people have their own problems and social circles and families. And these people don't know that you exist or even care for that matter. The people you wait in line behind to get coffee or the woman who walks her dog by your apartment building every morning. It's so strange to think that they have their own lives and problems," I say. Woah where did that come from? I mentally face palm my drunk self but turn to Liam. He's staring at me with eyes full of awe and wonder.
"That's quite a thing to say," he says in amazement. I shrug my shoulders and turn back to the window. "You're a very interesting girl," he says and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
I look up into his brown eyes and see them looking back at me gently. Liam leans down to kiss me and I lean up. Our lips are just about to meet when...
BAM BAM BAM.
A loud tapping sounds on the door, Liam groans in frustration at our broken moment and I giggle. He goes to answer it and I stare out the window again. It really is a fantastic view.
"WHAT THE FUCK LIAM?" A voice shouts from the doorway. I move closer. What's this about...
"Calm down mate," Liam says softly, trying to relax who ever is at the door. I press my body against the stainless steel fridge so that I'm as close as possible without being seen.
"Is she here now?" The previously yelling voice states calmly. It's not a normal calm though. Its a creepy calm. And I recognize that voice....
Harrys POV
"Where'd she go?" I ask roughly as I near the lads at the bar. The fake blonde, Sierra I think her name is, is hanging on my arm.
"Who?" Niall asks and swigs his beer.
"The blonde," I say with annoyance, who else would I be talking about? I do remember her name though..Sage. It suits her, her pretty blonde hair and delicate frame live up to the hippie name. She must have had weird parent though to name her Sage. I wonder what her middle name is?
"Oh she went off with Liam," Zayn says and wraps his arm around a girl with violet hair who was over here earlier.
She went off with Liam? Are you fucking kidding me. I figured she was over here watching me pick up the fake blonde and being jealous but she's off with Liam?
"Where'd they go." I ask through gritted teeth
The blonde on my arm keeps trying to get my attention but one glare makes her stop.
"Umm," Louis says nervously. "I think they're dancing."
I drag the blonde to the dance floor and search for that black dress and golden hair. I spot her and Liam in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies. Her back was pressed firmly to his front, her hand entwined in his hair. He was leaning his head close to her neck, occasionally kissing it I think. Her eyes are closed and her hips move fluidly to the music. She should be dancing with me right now. I almost walk over and break them up but I have a better idea. The bottle blonde starts dancing with me, shaking her ass at all the right times. She was hot. But Sage was hotter. Something about Sage just drew me to her. Maybe it was the fact that she rejected me. That pissed me off, don't get me wrong, but I've never been rejected before. It was hot. I've never had a problem getting girls to fuck but this ones a challenge, I love a good challenge. I watch intently as Sage's eyes flutter open. She glances around for a moment and her gaze passes over me quickly.
She didn't even fucking notice. I push the bottle blonde off of me and begin to walk towards Sage and Liam, but I stop when I see Liam whisper something in her ear. What the hell is he doing she's mine.
I watch as she nods her head slowly, a grin breaking out onto Liam's face.
"Harryyyy," a voice whines from behind me. I turn to see the bottle blonde looking at me with annoyance.
"What?" I ask sharply. Damn she was annoying.
Her face falls at my tone but I really don't give a shit.
"Why aren't you dancing with me!" She regains her confidence and asks. I look at her heavily lined eyes and tattooed arms. This is the type of girl I should be sleeping with. Not Sage with her perfect skin and unmarked body. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and hand it to her, "program your number in." I say blandly. Might as well have a back up if things with Sage don't go as planned, though I highly doubt that will happen.
The blonde takes my phone and gladly punches her number in. I glance at the screen when she hands it back to me. Her name is Sierra. Score one for me.
I turn to look for Liam and Sage but don't see them anywhere. Dammit! They must have left while Sierra was being a brat. My hands curl into fists and I turn, getting ready to hit the little bitch. But I think better of it. This is not the time or the place. Instead I smirk at her and push through the hoards of people to get outside.
"Excuse me sir," I ask the valet guy. He looks vaguely familiar. When he sees me his expression turns to nervousness.
"Yes sir?" He asks and fiddles with his thumbs.
"Have you seen an extremely attractive blonde in a tight black dress with red shoes and a tall fellow with light hair out here?" I ask politely. I want info from this guy, and he's gonna give it to me willingly. No need to be rude.
"Uh yeah," he says anxiously. "They just left."
Shit they left already. "They were talking to that guy over there before they left though," the guy says with a shaking voice and pointing over to a tattooed guy in line. How does Liam know this dude?
I nod my thanks to the valet guy and he looks relived. I stalk over to the line and the tattooed man.
"Hey," I shout when I'm close. A few people turn but look away quickly when they realize I'm not addressing them. The tattooed guy looks curious but slightly nervous.
"Hey mate," he says as I approach. His friends start a conversation amongst themselves, giving us privacy.
"How do you know Liam?" I ask seriously.
"Who's Liam?" He asks. Is he really playing dumb with me. Fucking idiot.
"You know, tall fellow, light hair, tattoos," I say with annoyance.
Something dawns on him, "the guy that was with Sage?" He asks.
Wait a minute he knows Sage? How the hell did these two meet. Shes so innocent looking and he's her polar opposite. "You know Sage?" I blurt out.
The guy nods, obviously feeling more relaxed with this conversation now that it was about someone he actually knows. "Yeah man, she's my trainer."
Trainer? Like fashion trainer? "Trainer?" I quiz.
The guy laughs at my incredulity, "yeah, Sage is a fight club trainer. Kinda underground stuff. She's really good."
No fucking way. She looks so innocent and she's a fight club trainer? This guy is twice her size and she trains him! Damn. No wonder she wasn't scared to turn me down, she probably thinks she could beat me up. Unless she doesn't fight herself.
"Does she ever fight?" I ask the guy.
"Yeah, but Tony doesn't let her fight as much as other people."
"Why?" I ask with annoyance.
"Shes really damn good. Never lost a fight. When people figure that out he loses money," the guy says. He squirms at my glare.
"Thanks," I say rudely and walk over to my car.
A fight club trainer who never loses.
This is one complex girl.
I race to Liam's apartment complex and sprint up the stairs, elevators take to long. I pound on the door and tap my foot impatiently. Liam's gonna get hell for this.
Eventually he answers the door and has a right to look like he did something wrong.
"So you danced with her," I question, crossing my arms. Liam nods sheepishly and stares at the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK LIAM!?" I shout. He had no fucking right. He knew that I wanted her.
"Calm down mate," Liam looks over his shoulder worriedly.
"Is she here now?" I state calmly. Liam doesn't respond and I push past him into the apartment.
I guess you won't update any time soon, or at all.. am I right? I just want to say that it's an amazing and unusual story and it definitely deserves a proper ending.. but I understand that you are busy.. it's a shame, though..
4/12/15