The Fighter (AU/Punk)
Chapter 7
Sages POV
The warm water washes over me and I groan in pleasure. The whole food fight thing has left me messy and confused. Harry seemed.. Sweet? I was expecting him to be mean and arrogant like he was earlier. I have a feeling his kindness isn't a normal thing. I wonder how many people have seen that side of him? I'm not sure but Im really glad that I got the chance. I wash my body quickly and use his soap to get all the goo off my face. When I feel clean I turn off the water and step out of the shoulder, a chill settling over me. Towel. Where is a towel. I rummage through some cabinets. Nothing. There's not a towel in this bathroom. Fuck.
Slowly I unlock the door and creak it open, peeking out and shielding my body. I glance around Harry's room. Nobody there and the door is shut. I race out and grab the clothes on the bed, quickly slipping the boxers on.
A low whistle startles me and I jump around. Harry stands at the entrance to the closet. The closet door is right next to the bathroom one, I can't believe I didn't think to look there. I clutch the sweatshirt that he laid out to my bare chest as I begin to blush. There must be another shower in this house because Harry's hair is dripping. I glance down and see his bare chest, covered in tattoos. I hear him laugh and realize that I'm staring. I look up at him and fight the blush in my cheeks, grinning at him defiantly instead.
"I didn't know you had tats," Harry says, staring at my side intently. I glance down at my feather tattoo and see an ugly purple bruise across my side as well. Must be from the fight earlier.
"I do," I say plainly and force Harry's gaze away from my side. His eyes travel over my my hands which are still clutching the sweatshirt, covering my chest and stomach.
"Do you only have the one?" Harry asks when his sparking green eyes meet mine. His voice is husky and sends a shiver up my spine. If I sleep with Harry tonight though, it's practically game over for the rest of the guys. He will make it impossible for me to get close to any of them and I need alone time with Liam. So snap out of it Sage.
"No I have one on my neck," I say haughtily and make my way back to the bathroom. Harry's about to say something when I shut the door firmly behind me.
I sink against the door in exasperation and hear Harry's receding chuckle from outside. What did I get myself into? These boys are dangerous and now I'm trapped in a house with the most dangerous. The only weapon I have is my fists. He could kill me if I don't give him what he wants. I stand shakily. I need to face this now. I throw on the baggy grey sweatshirt and glance at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. Tan legs stretch up to meet the red plaid boxers that are hanging off my hips, I tie the drawstring tightly and they puff out awkwardly. Whatever. The grey sweatshirt covers most of the boxers anyways, it's large and baggy but oddly flattering. I pick up my black bra from off the floor and throw it on under the sweatshirt, wincing when it hits my bruise. I roll the sleeves up so that my hands are freed. Lastly I look at my face. Oh lord. The bruise from earlier has darkened and is very clearly visible now that my makeup has washed off, other than that I look tired but fine. My hair on the other hand is not exactly presentable, it hangs in a golden tangle down to my elbows, dripping dark wet spots onto the grey sweatshirt.
Harry's hair is so perfect that he must have a comb of some sorts in here. I shuffle through a few drawers before finding a plethora of hair products. He's such a girl. I pull out a black comb and steadily yank it through my stubborn hair. I sit on the toilet seat while I work through the thick mess. A knock on the door startles me out of my reverie when I'm about halfway through.
"Yes?" I ask through the closed door and continue to comb.
"You uh okay in there?" Harry's voice shouts unsure. I giggle at his uncertainty. I open the door and see an uncomfortable looking Harry standing awkwardly. He gives me a shy smile when he sees me but his gaze hardens when he looks at my face. My hand instinctively moves to touch it and I wince when I hit the bruise. Oh yeah.
"How did that happen?" Harry asks darkly, his manner imposing.
"It happened at the fight earlier," I ask and yawn. God I didn't realize how tired I was. Considering it's almost 5 in the morning I'm not really all that surprised. Harry's gaze softens when he sees me yawn.
"You should probably get some sleep," he says hesitantly. I shift awkwardly. Isn't he going to try and get me to sleep with him?
"That's probably a good idea," I admit.
Harry grabs my hand gently and takes the comb out of my other one. He leads me to the big king sized bed and sits down, positioning me in front of him. I sit hesitantly and fold my legs under myself.
Harry's large hands move the comb gently through the rest of my tangled hair. Oh my god that feels amazing. I lean back into him and moan in pleasure. He chuckles and continues combing. Normally I would have been embarrassed by my moan of pleasure but god damn does this feel amazing. I don't think I've ever had someone comb my hair for me, at least not like this. I start to doze off and sleep..
Harry's POV
As I brush through sages hair I get to thinking. I've never done anything like this for a girl before. Especially not a girl like Sage. She's just so different from any other girl and I will do anything to make her mine. Starting by not sleeping with her. Shocking right? She seems to have fallen asleep anyways and I don't think she will be very happy if I wake her up for sex.
Regardless, I want something more with her. It's been a long time since I felt like this about a girl. If any other guy goes near her I swear to god I will kill him. I slowly pull the brush from her long blonde hair one last time. I set the comb gently on the nightstand and wrap my bare arms around her sleeping body. I position her so that we're spooning and she doesn't stir at all. Damn she's a heavy sleeper. I close my eyes and breathe in her scent. She smells like my soap but underneath that she smells like flowers. Slowly I drift off.
The warm water washes over me and I groan in pleasure. The whole food fight thing has left me messy and confused. Harry seemed.. Sweet? I was expecting him to be mean and arrogant like he was earlier. I have a feeling his kindness isn't a normal thing. I wonder how many people have seen that side of him? I'm not sure but Im really glad that I got the chance. I wash my body quickly and use his soap to get all the goo off my face. When I feel clean I turn off the water and step out of the shoulder, a chill settling over me. Towel. Where is a towel. I rummage through some cabinets. Nothing. There's not a towel in this bathroom. Fuck.
Slowly I unlock the door and creak it open, peeking out and shielding my body. I glance around Harry's room. Nobody there and the door is shut. I race out and grab the clothes on the bed, quickly slipping the boxers on.
A low whistle startles me and I jump around. Harry stands at the entrance to the closet. The closet door is right next to the bathroom one, I can't believe I didn't think to look there. I clutch the sweatshirt that he laid out to my bare chest as I begin to blush. There must be another shower in this house because Harry's hair is dripping. I glance down and see his bare chest, covered in tattoos. I hear him laugh and realize that I'm staring. I look up at him and fight the blush in my cheeks, grinning at him defiantly instead.
"I didn't know you had tats," Harry says, staring at my side intently. I glance down at my feather tattoo and see an ugly purple bruise across my side as well. Must be from the fight earlier.
"I do," I say plainly and force Harry's gaze away from my side. His eyes travel over my my hands which are still clutching the sweatshirt, covering my chest and stomach.
"Do you only have the one?" Harry asks when his sparking green eyes meet mine. His voice is husky and sends a shiver up my spine. If I sleep with Harry tonight though, it's practically game over for the rest of the guys. He will make it impossible for me to get close to any of them and I need alone time with Liam. So snap out of it Sage.
"No I have one on my neck," I say haughtily and make my way back to the bathroom. Harry's about to say something when I shut the door firmly behind me.
I sink against the door in exasperation and hear Harry's receding chuckle from outside. What did I get myself into? These boys are dangerous and now I'm trapped in a house with the most dangerous. The only weapon I have is my fists. He could kill me if I don't give him what he wants. I stand shakily. I need to face this now. I throw on the baggy grey sweatshirt and glance at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. Tan legs stretch up to meet the red plaid boxers that are hanging off my hips, I tie the drawstring tightly and they puff out awkwardly. Whatever. The grey sweatshirt covers most of the boxers anyways, it's large and baggy but oddly flattering. I pick up my black bra from off the floor and throw it on under the sweatshirt, wincing when it hits my bruise. I roll the sleeves up so that my hands are freed. Lastly I look at my face. Oh lord. The bruise from earlier has darkened and is very clearly visible now that my makeup has washed off, other than that I look tired but fine. My hair on the other hand is not exactly presentable, it hangs in a golden tangle down to my elbows, dripping dark wet spots onto the grey sweatshirt.
Harry's hair is so perfect that he must have a comb of some sorts in here. I shuffle through a few drawers before finding a plethora of hair products. He's such a girl. I pull out a black comb and steadily yank it through my stubborn hair. I sit on the toilet seat while I work through the thick mess. A knock on the door startles me out of my reverie when I'm about halfway through.
"Yes?" I ask through the closed door and continue to comb.
"You uh okay in there?" Harry's voice shouts unsure. I giggle at his uncertainty. I open the door and see an uncomfortable looking Harry standing awkwardly. He gives me a shy smile when he sees me but his gaze hardens when he looks at my face. My hand instinctively moves to touch it and I wince when I hit the bruise. Oh yeah.
"How did that happen?" Harry asks darkly, his manner imposing.
"It happened at the fight earlier," I ask and yawn. God I didn't realize how tired I was. Considering it's almost 5 in the morning I'm not really all that surprised. Harry's gaze softens when he sees me yawn.
"You should probably get some sleep," he says hesitantly. I shift awkwardly. Isn't he going to try and get me to sleep with him?
"That's probably a good idea," I admit.
Harry grabs my hand gently and takes the comb out of my other one. He leads me to the big king sized bed and sits down, positioning me in front of him. I sit hesitantly and fold my legs under myself.
Harry's large hands move the comb gently through the rest of my tangled hair. Oh my god that feels amazing. I lean back into him and moan in pleasure. He chuckles and continues combing. Normally I would have been embarrassed by my moan of pleasure but god damn does this feel amazing. I don't think I've ever had someone comb my hair for me, at least not like this. I start to doze off and sleep..
Harry's POV
As I brush through sages hair I get to thinking. I've never done anything like this for a girl before. Especially not a girl like Sage. She's just so different from any other girl and I will do anything to make her mine. Starting by not sleeping with her. Shocking right? She seems to have fallen asleep anyways and I don't think she will be very happy if I wake her up for sex.
Regardless, I want something more with her. It's been a long time since I felt like this about a girl. If any other guy goes near her I swear to god I will kill him. I slowly pull the brush from her long blonde hair one last time. I set the comb gently on the nightstand and wrap my bare arms around her sleeping body. I position her so that we're spooning and she doesn't stir at all. Damn she's a heavy sleeper. I close my eyes and breathe in her scent. She smells like my soap but underneath that she smells like flowers. Slowly I drift off.
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