Sages POV
The bell above the door rings when I stroll into the dimly lit room. A tattooed girl with purple hair looks up at me from the counter and shoots me a dirty look.
"We're booked solid today sweetheart," she says condescendingly. I glance around at the tough looking men and girls sitting around having whispered conversations and staring at me. I push the ray bans I found in Harry's car on top of my head.
"I'm actually here to see Michael," I say with a super sweet smirk. This bitch clearly doesn't think I belong here. But I can't blame her, I look like a typical white girl with the oversized shirt and messy bun. The six inch heels probably aren't helping either.
"He's busy," she snaps and turns back to the magazine in front of her. Someone's sassy.
"Doing what?" I ask.
She looks up at me like I'm the biggest idiot she's ever met in her life. "Giving someone a tattoo. I know blondes are supposed to be stupid, but you must be brain dead."
I purse my lips. Don't respond Sage you will only end up punching her in the face and I have a feeling some of the bigger guys in this waiting room wouldn't be too happy with me. I purse my lips and silently start to walk to the back room.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" She says. I ignore her as I push through the beaded curtain separating the waiting room from the rooms where they give tattoos and the offices.
"Michaellll," I sing out.
"I'm in the middle of something!" A deep voice calls out. I follow the voice to the last room and push through the door to find Michael giving a fake blonde a butterfly tattoo on her lower back.
"Oh hey Sage," he says, quickly glancing up from the girls spray tanned back. She shoots me a glare but the tears in her eyes from the needle kind of ruin the affect. I recognize her from somewhere.. I send her an understating smile before turning back to Michael.
"You almost finished here?" I ask impatiently. I really need to talk to him. If you haven't caught on yet, this is the Michael who I need to pretend to be my exboyfriend in case Harry starts to ask around. He never makes his relationships public so nobody would really know, they would have to ask Michael if he ever dated me.
"Yep," he says offhandedly as he focuses on the purple and pink butterfly. What a cliche. "You want another tat?" He asks me as he finished up filling in the second wing of the butterfly.
"Something like that," I say. I don't know who this blonde is but I don't trust her. I know her from something I'm sure I just can't place my finger on it.
"There ya go sierra," Michael says and places a bandage of the swollen skin he just inked.
"Thanks Mikey," she says sweetly and discreetly wipes the tears from her eyes. Mikey? Really? Michael hates being called that. I saw him cringe the moment she said it.
"Sure thing," he says and ushers her out of the door. "What's up babe?" He says, giving me his full attention. His gaze travels the length of my body, taking in my outfit.
"I need your help," I say and roll my eyes as he obviously checks me out.
"Anything for you," he replies with a wink.
"Am I free to speak in here," I say lowly, moving close to him. Michaels demeanor instantly changes from flirty to serious in half a second. He shakes his head slowly and grabs my hand in his. He leads me out of the room and down the hallway before turning abruptly into a door on the left and securing the door behind him. The black walls of his office greet me with the framed pictures of tattoos he's done decorating them.
"Whats up?" Michael says as he leans against the door.
"I'm working undercover," I say softly, still afraid that someone might hear me. "I'm working on a case involving one direction. Last night I may have let it slip that I just got out of a tough relationship with someone to Harry and when he asked who the guy was I said the name Michael. I didn't give him a last name but I was really hoping you would so me this huge favor and pretend we just got out of a relationship if anyone asks."
A take a deep breath and wait as Michaels pale blue eyes gaze into mine thoughtfully.
"This is dangerous Sage," he murmurs. "But I'll do it."
"Thank you," I say gratefully and rush over to hug him tightly. "Hopefully he won't even figure out who you are anyways. I just need to cover all my bases. Make sure my backstory is convincing and whatnot."
"I totally understand," Michael says and pats my back. "What I don't understand is how you got involved with the police again. I thought you quit."
"I did," I admit and pull away from the hug. "But what can I say, this is much more dangerous than what I was doing before. How could I refuse?"
Michael laughs softly. "Just be careful Sage."
"I'm making no promises," I say sassily and saunter out of the room, leaving Michael behind me. I hear his chuckles as I walk down the hallway and a smile spreads across my face. I walk into the waiting room and blow a kiss at the purple haired receptionist from earlier. Her eyes narrow but she quickly turns back to the two men standing in front of her. My eyes travel to them as well.
Louis and Harry. Shit.

Harry's POV
"Shit," a familiar voice mutters, I turn to see a beautiful blonde in a red flannel and six inch heels looking at me with guarded curiosity. Sage. She looks even better in real life then she did on the security cameras.
My FERRARI has a tracking device in it so I called Louis to come get me so we could find Sage and my car. Which is quite carelessly parked out front by the way.
"Hello Harry," Sage says with a smirk. "Louis, nice to see you again."
Lou looks from me to Sage, quickly. "I'm gonna head out actually," he says when I nod at him.
"Work?" I ask tensely. Sage said she was going to work yet I find her here at a tattoo parlor. A rather good one too might I add. But that's not the point.
"I had to do a few things first," she says nonchalantly and shrugs her shoulders. I notice the other people in the waiting room looking on with a mixture of fear, awe, and curiosity. But at this point I don't really care. I'm boiling mad. She said she was going to work. What the actual fuck is she doing at this place.
"Like what!" I shout. She jumps slightly. I startled her. Good. However, right after she recovers she gives me a stern look.
"Harry lets-" she begins in a scolding tone but is interrupted by a guy with short brown hair and a nose ring walking in from the hallway behind Sage.
"Who's my next appointment Molly?" He asks the pretty receptionist. She starts and shuffles through papers. She was clearly distracted by the scene that I'm causing.
"Uh sorry Michael," she stammers out as the guy shoots us a curious look.
Wait a minute. Michael? As in the same name as sages ex boyfriend Michael? He glances at Sage with a smile and walks over to her side.
"Who's this," I ask Sage through gritted teeth. I know very well who this is. Sage was visiting her ex boyfriend Michael.
"I'm Michael," the guy says with a grin. "Nice to meet you."
"I wish I could say the same," I say with a smirk.
"Harry!" Sage scolds. "Have some semblance of manners for gods sake."
What the hell Sage. How dare she say that to me.
"Is this your ex boyfriend?" I ask Sage menacingly, expecting her to cower. Instead she stands up straighter and takes a step towards me.
"Yep." She says looking me dead in the eyes.

Notes

Hehe surprise updates are the best updates. Now and days all of my updates are surprises though so never mind. Anyways this chapter starts getting things interesting am I right? I have a few questions that I would love for you guys to answer and I might do a double update tonight or tomorrow if you do!!!
Do you think Michael has actual feelings for Sage?
Is Harry going to fight Michael?
What's going to happen with the blonde who Michael was tattooing (the name Sierra ring a bell?)?
Whats going to happen in the next chapter at all?
How is Liam dealing with the whole situation being that Harry took Sage away from him?
i hope you guys liked this chapter and answer at least one of these questions. If anyone answers all of them I will update once more tonight AND twice tomorrow. Scouts honor.
Ps. I got quite a few comments about Harry smelling Sages panties in the last chapter. Yes I am aware of how weird it is. I want to get the point across that Harry is kind of a perv. I mean honestly he has a full drawer of past one night stands clothes in his closet. Obviously he sniffed the panties.