The Fighter (AU/Punk)
Chapter 8
Sages POV
My. Fucking. Head. Is. Killing. Me. Good god. I slowly open my tired eyes to the faint light streaming through the large picture windows looking out at the woods. Wait what? Where am I..?
It all floods back to me. Mission. Harry's house. Liam. Food fight. I glance underneath the thin sheet wrapped around my body. I'm fully clothed. Thank god. Harry doesn't seem to be anywhere in the room though. I wonder where he went. Whatever. Hopefully he left me alone and I can get out of here without another encounter. Slowly I move to my feet, wincing when pressure is put on my bruised side. That girl really got in some nice hits. At least it was interesting. I tiptoe over to the open bathroom door and sneak in, I'm not entirely sure where Harry is so I'm being a little ninjaish. I flick on the lights. Oh my god I look awful. My hair dried wet last night while I was sleeping so it's hanging in a tangles, knotted mess down my back. A few parts are still damp. I must not have scrubbed all my makeup off last night because dark lines are smeared around my eyes from mascara and eyeliner. I turn on the sink and grab a hand towel, running it under the cool water I press it to my face, scrubbing violently at my eyes and being gentle around my still bruised cheek. I look better already. I run back out to the bedroom and grab my clutch from last night, taking it with me to the bathroom. I'm really glad I always pack basic makeup... Just in case... I do some natural makeup and throw my hair into a messy bun, it's beyond repair. Much better. Now clothes.
I pad out of the bathroom and into Harry's walk in closet. There has got to be something in here suitable for a girl. I yank a flannel plaid shirt off a hanger, I could definitely use this...
I start rummaging through drawers, I just need pants of some sort. Hopefully Harry has some poor girls skinny jeans from a hookup or something. I yank open the top drawer of one of the dressers. Ooo underwear. Fancy boxers to be specific. Don't mind if I do. I grab a pair of form fitting black ones and continue my search for pants. Soon enough I find a plethora of female clothing hidden in the bottom drawer of the last dresser. Holy shit.
Pants, blouses, dresses, shoes, jewelry, casual shirts, sweatshirts, even underwear. Do all these women really just leave clothes here hoping that they will have a chance to come back and retrieve them? Unless they didn't take off their clothes by choice... No Sage don't go there. Harry had girls practically crawling over him last night anyways. Yet for some reason he took interest in me. Which could quite possibly blow the whole mission. At least I didn't sleep with him.
I shuffle through the clothes. I could put together an entire outfit with this stuff! My hand instinctively tightens on the flannel that smells like Harry. Yeah I'm keeping this. And I'm not wearing some random girls panties. I dredge up a pair of black skinny jeans. In my size. Perfect. I walk back into the bedroom and pray Harry doesn't walk in while I change. I figure that if he hasn't turned up by now I'm good. Plus he's already seen me naked anyways.
I strip out of Harry's clothes quickly, the large picture windows making me feel exposed. Aren't there curtains for those things? It is after noon though so I suppose normal people would love the sunshine. It's a beautiful day after all. I snap my lacy black bra from last night on and slide the boxers over my legs. They fit surprisingly well. If they're semi tight on me I can't even imagine how they are on Harry.... Nope Sage don't go there or you'll start drooling. Great now I'm talking to myself in third person. I slip on the flannel. It's so warm and yummy smelling. I'm never taking it off. Just kidding that would be gross.
I button it up and it falls down to mid thigh on me. I pick up the jeans and tuck the oversized flannel into them stylishly. Looks good. I slip into my heels and grab my purse. Should I leave my dress..? No wait I have a better idea....
Harry's POV
I pull into my driveway. I hope Sage is up and hungry because I brought food. And lots of it. For some reason I don't want to get her out of the house as soon as possible like I usually do with girls I sleep with. Maybe it's because we didn't actually fuck, we just slept. I slept for the first time in weeks. Smelling her hair and holding her tight did wonders. A girl has never had this affect on me before. I'm not sure if I like it. Sage is different from other girls, with her I don't feel in control. I feel like having sex is up to her and not to me. It's never been like that for me before. It's weird.
I press the button to open the garage. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FERRARI. I jump out of the car, leaving it idling hallway into the garage. Who the fuck got into my garage and stole my car. Im gonna kill him. I walk back to the rover and slam the door and pull the rest of the way into the garage. Maybe Sage saw something. I'm gonna ask her about it and then check the security cameras. I throw the food on the now spotless kitchen counter, I had the cleaning crew come in early this morning so they wouldn't be here when Sage woke up.
"Sage," I shout, echoing through the house. I wait for a moment. No reply. She must be upstairs. I take the steps two at a time and burst into my bedroom. A part of me was hoping to either find her in the middle of changing like I did last night (hot damn) or scare her. I'm not sure which was more dominant though. However when I walk into the room there's no one there. The chair where I placed her things last night is empty. Even her insanely tall shoes are gone. My eyes pass over the still unmade bed and I do a double take. I walk slowly towards the bed and lift the piece of white card stock.
Had to get to work. I may have taken your car so stop thinking someone stole it and please don't kill me. It gives us another chance to see each other anyways. Until then I've left you with a gift of my own....
Xoxo Sage
Ps. I may have borrowed one of your shirts. It's extremely comfortable.
I glance at where the note was laying and see sages panties sitting there. The black lace taunts me and I grab it gently, balling it up in my hand and enjoying the lacy texture against my calloused hand. I reread the note. So she took my car and left. No girl has ever left without me asking them too. She really is different. Plus she left me with her underwear. Which means that she's going without, which is extremely hot. Also the fac that she's wearing one of my shirts and driving my shirt. Good god I'm getting hard just thinking about this. I bring the panties to my nose and inhale. They smell like her. These won't go in the drawer with the others. Sage is to special.
I tuck the panties in my jeans pocket and go to the office. I unlock the door and shut it behind me firmly. I sit behind the large desk and the bright computer comes to life. I immediately pull up the security cameras and rewind the garage ones to earlier this morning until I see Sage moving. I stop the video and watch as she examines the black FERRARi with thinly veiled disgust. Does she have a problem with my car or something? She then turns to look directly into the camera. Wait where did she get those pants? She must have found the drawer. Obviously she wasn't pissed because she left her underwear. The flannel that she took was one of my favorites but it looks so much better on her anyways that I don't even care. Her bright eyes glimmer at the camera. Without looking she reaches down into the waistband of her pants and pulls out the waist band of a pair of my black boxers. Holy shit I'm hard. She winks at the camera before letting the boxers be hidden away again and climbing into the car. What is this girl doing to me?
My. Fucking. Head. Is. Killing. Me. Good god. I slowly open my tired eyes to the faint light streaming through the large picture windows looking out at the woods. Wait what? Where am I..?
It all floods back to me. Mission. Harry's house. Liam. Food fight. I glance underneath the thin sheet wrapped around my body. I'm fully clothed. Thank god. Harry doesn't seem to be anywhere in the room though. I wonder where he went. Whatever. Hopefully he left me alone and I can get out of here without another encounter. Slowly I move to my feet, wincing when pressure is put on my bruised side. That girl really got in some nice hits. At least it was interesting. I tiptoe over to the open bathroom door and sneak in, I'm not entirely sure where Harry is so I'm being a little ninjaish. I flick on the lights. Oh my god I look awful. My hair dried wet last night while I was sleeping so it's hanging in a tangles, knotted mess down my back. A few parts are still damp. I must not have scrubbed all my makeup off last night because dark lines are smeared around my eyes from mascara and eyeliner. I turn on the sink and grab a hand towel, running it under the cool water I press it to my face, scrubbing violently at my eyes and being gentle around my still bruised cheek. I look better already. I run back out to the bedroom and grab my clutch from last night, taking it with me to the bathroom. I'm really glad I always pack basic makeup... Just in case... I do some natural makeup and throw my hair into a messy bun, it's beyond repair. Much better. Now clothes.
I pad out of the bathroom and into Harry's walk in closet. There has got to be something in here suitable for a girl. I yank a flannel plaid shirt off a hanger, I could definitely use this...
I start rummaging through drawers, I just need pants of some sort. Hopefully Harry has some poor girls skinny jeans from a hookup or something. I yank open the top drawer of one of the dressers. Ooo underwear. Fancy boxers to be specific. Don't mind if I do. I grab a pair of form fitting black ones and continue my search for pants. Soon enough I find a plethora of female clothing hidden in the bottom drawer of the last dresser. Holy shit.
Pants, blouses, dresses, shoes, jewelry, casual shirts, sweatshirts, even underwear. Do all these women really just leave clothes here hoping that they will have a chance to come back and retrieve them? Unless they didn't take off their clothes by choice... No Sage don't go there. Harry had girls practically crawling over him last night anyways. Yet for some reason he took interest in me. Which could quite possibly blow the whole mission. At least I didn't sleep with him.
I shuffle through the clothes. I could put together an entire outfit with this stuff! My hand instinctively tightens on the flannel that smells like Harry. Yeah I'm keeping this. And I'm not wearing some random girls panties. I dredge up a pair of black skinny jeans. In my size. Perfect. I walk back into the bedroom and pray Harry doesn't walk in while I change. I figure that if he hasn't turned up by now I'm good. Plus he's already seen me naked anyways.
I strip out of Harry's clothes quickly, the large picture windows making me feel exposed. Aren't there curtains for those things? It is after noon though so I suppose normal people would love the sunshine. It's a beautiful day after all. I snap my lacy black bra from last night on and slide the boxers over my legs. They fit surprisingly well. If they're semi tight on me I can't even imagine how they are on Harry.... Nope Sage don't go there or you'll start drooling. Great now I'm talking to myself in third person. I slip on the flannel. It's so warm and yummy smelling. I'm never taking it off. Just kidding that would be gross.
I button it up and it falls down to mid thigh on me. I pick up the jeans and tuck the oversized flannel into them stylishly. Looks good. I slip into my heels and grab my purse. Should I leave my dress..? No wait I have a better idea....
Harry's POV
I pull into my driveway. I hope Sage is up and hungry because I brought food. And lots of it. For some reason I don't want to get her out of the house as soon as possible like I usually do with girls I sleep with. Maybe it's because we didn't actually fuck, we just slept. I slept for the first time in weeks. Smelling her hair and holding her tight did wonders. A girl has never had this affect on me before. I'm not sure if I like it. Sage is different from other girls, with her I don't feel in control. I feel like having sex is up to her and not to me. It's never been like that for me before. It's weird.
I press the button to open the garage. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FERRARI. I jump out of the car, leaving it idling hallway into the garage. Who the fuck got into my garage and stole my car. Im gonna kill him. I walk back to the rover and slam the door and pull the rest of the way into the garage. Maybe Sage saw something. I'm gonna ask her about it and then check the security cameras. I throw the food on the now spotless kitchen counter, I had the cleaning crew come in early this morning so they wouldn't be here when Sage woke up.
"Sage," I shout, echoing through the house. I wait for a moment. No reply. She must be upstairs. I take the steps two at a time and burst into my bedroom. A part of me was hoping to either find her in the middle of changing like I did last night (hot damn) or scare her. I'm not sure which was more dominant though. However when I walk into the room there's no one there. The chair where I placed her things last night is empty. Even her insanely tall shoes are gone. My eyes pass over the still unmade bed and I do a double take. I walk slowly towards the bed and lift the piece of white card stock.
Had to get to work. I may have taken your car so stop thinking someone stole it and please don't kill me. It gives us another chance to see each other anyways. Until then I've left you with a gift of my own....
Xoxo Sage
Ps. I may have borrowed one of your shirts. It's extremely comfortable.
I glance at where the note was laying and see sages panties sitting there. The black lace taunts me and I grab it gently, balling it up in my hand and enjoying the lacy texture against my calloused hand. I reread the note. So she took my car and left. No girl has ever left without me asking them too. She really is different. Plus she left me with her underwear. Which means that she's going without, which is extremely hot. Also the fac that she's wearing one of my shirts and driving my shirt. Good god I'm getting hard just thinking about this. I bring the panties to my nose and inhale. They smell like her. These won't go in the drawer with the others. Sage is to special.
I tuck the panties in my jeans pocket and go to the office. I unlock the door and shut it behind me firmly. I sit behind the large desk and the bright computer comes to life. I immediately pull up the security cameras and rewind the garage ones to earlier this morning until I see Sage moving. I stop the video and watch as she examines the black FERRARi with thinly veiled disgust. Does she have a problem with my car or something? She then turns to look directly into the camera. Wait where did she get those pants? She must have found the drawer. Obviously she wasn't pissed because she left her underwear. The flannel that she took was one of my favorites but it looks so much better on her anyways that I don't even care. Her bright eyes glimmer at the camera. Without looking she reaches down into the waistband of her pants and pulls out the waist band of a pair of my black boxers. Holy shit I'm hard. She winks at the camera before letting the boxers be hidden away again and climbing into the car. What is this girl doing to me?
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