Sages POV
Harry stopped in front of a beautiful house. I can't say I'm not surprised, I thought he would be living in some shady apartment. I guess he makes more money than we thought.. I'll have to tell Carlos that when I get the chance.
The whole ex boyfriend situation was a huge screw up. Why in the world did I say that?! The song reminds me of Daniel in all honesty. I'm proud if myself for thinking up Michael so fast though. He's an undercover in the drug unit as well and will totally help me out if need be. Hopefully Harry just forgets about it though.
Harry opens the door for me and holds out his hand to help me down. What a gentleman. You know, a gentleman who kills people. He leads me up to the house, not letting go of my hand.
"Nice place," I say appreciating the structure as Harry pulls out his keys an drops my hand.
"Thanks," he says smugly and opens the door to a beautiful living room. A glass wall displays the forest view around us. The walls are a light tan color that could almost be mistaken for white. The floors are dark wood. The high ceilings make the room seem open and the black leather furniture compliments the room nicely. I walk in alone and Harry follows. I run my hand across the leather couch as I pass and walk into what I think is the kitchen.
The prettiest kitchen I've ever seen lays before my eyes. Stainless steel appliances, tons of counter space, dark wood cabinets and light wood flooring. It looks like no one has ever used it though. A feeling of sadness washes over me for this empty kitchen.
Tattooed arms snake around my waist. Should I push him off?? It's not like I have anywhere to go if I do.. He's got me trapped out here in the middle of nowhere. So instead of pushing him off, I turn towards him.
A look of shock flashes through his eyes but is quickly replaced with a smirk. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something but instead I smash my lips on his. He freezes in shock but is quick to recover. His response is thrilling, I feel butterflies in my stomach as he kisses me back. His arms tighten around my waist as he leans down to kiss me. Even in my tall heels he still has to slouch down. I entwine my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. His tongue begs for entrance and I allow it. He kisses me deeply. Damn he's good at this. I pull back quickly, breaking our passionate embrace. With my hands still entwined around his neck I stare into his confused green eyes. I lean in close to his ear and whisper. "Has this kitchen ever been cooked in before?"
"Not that I know of," he responds huskily. God his voice is like sex.
A mischievous grin crosses my face, "why don't we change that."

Harry's POV
"Why don't we say that," Sage says sexily. The idea of cooking with her was getting me hard. Just the thought of her in an apron... And nothing else...
I follow as she walks over to the fridge, pulling out random objects. She begins to hum softly as she sets the objects on the counter.
I lean against the island and cross my arms as she hums. Her humming soon turns to soft singing.
"You only need the light when it's burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only know your lover when you let her go," she sings quietly. Her voice is truly lovely.
"Alright I think we're set," she says finally and places her small hands on her hips, surveying the array of ingredients in front of her.
"What exactly are we making?" I ask, unsure.
She shoots me a look of bafflement. Usually I would get angry when someone looks at me like that, but it's cute on her.
"Do you seriously not know?" She asks and furrows her brow.
I look down at my feet. The truth is that I've never been much of a cook, it's not exactly a manly thing to do anyways. I usually just order food or eat out.
"Cookies Harry," she says and giggles at my embarrassment. "We're making cookies."
She better be able to bake because god knows I can't.
"Sounds nice," I admit and move closer to her. I don't really care about the cookies. I only want her. And I want her now. I reach out and wrap my hands around her slender waist, pulling her towards me while she works. When she doesn't push me away I allow my hand to wander.
I move my hand up to cup her great but a sharp slap on the back of my hand stops me. I look in shock to see that Sage just hit me with a wooden spoon. She continues mixing with the spoon as though nothing happened.
"What the fuck?" I ask as she cooks. Why did she do that? Women always want me to touch them.
"Mind your hands Harry," she bosses.
Nobody tells me what to do. I turn her around quickly and a puff of white powder flies from her hands, landing all over my face and shirt.
She covers her mouth with her hands and looks at me with smiling eyes. A small giggle escapes her lips and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I've never had a girl who seemed so innocent and playful before. I reach behind her and her eyes widen. I dig my fist into what must be sugar and throw it over her head, it rains down on her blonde hair and she shrieks.
"Oh you're gonna get it Harry Styles!" She shouts and throws more flour on me. I grab an egg and she runs around to the other side of the island, using it as a barrier.
I hold the egg like its a hand grenade as we stare at each other. If I'm gonna make my move I need to do it soon. I lurch to my right and try and catch her as she runs away. I grab hold of her dress and pull her back. She can't really run that fast in her heels. Why hasn't she taken those off yet?
I crack the egg in my fist and turn her around to face me. Her blue eyes are wide at the dripping mess in my hand. I hold her tightly and move my fist above her head, allowing most of the goop to drip onto her hair. She shrieks again but starts laughing as it drips onto her face. We stand there like that, her laughter dying down as the goop drips into her face. Even covered in food she looks beautiful.
I lean in as a serious expression settles over her face. God she smells amazing...
"We should probably clean up," she says softly, just as our lips are about to touch. I want to kiss her so bad. A deep groan escapes my throat but I allow her to remove herself from my arms.
She looks at the messy kitchen and her shoulders sink.
"This is gonna take forever," she groans.
"Don't worry about it," I say, surprising myself. "I'll call the cleaning crew, go take a shower."
Wait what the hell am I doing? Sage looks at me with shock but doesn't argue. I grab her hand and lead her upstairs to my master bathroom.
"I'll leave clothes on the bed," I mumble. Why I am being so nice to this girl is beyond me. She nods and shuts the door, I hear the lock click.
Damn I wish I was in that shower.

Notes

That was really fun to write omg.
Anyways, I hope you all like this lovely update! and what do you think of Harry, he's actually being nice?