Sage is a 20 year old living life as it goes with her best friends clem and niall, little does she know her life is about to be shaken up by Harry a 23 year old singer in a band called calamity. Will Sage's scars be the thing to hold their relation...
A/N hey loves its first chapter time!! so excited your reading hope you love it as much as we do. love -indie
2006
Sage's POV:
Machines covered the room where we sat, the bustling of the nurses and beeps of the machines around us created the constant hum that seemed to be the soundtrack of my last few years of childhood.
My mother was lying limp in her hospital bed as white as the walls that surrounded us, the colour absent from her cheeks.
I looked over at this woman who gave so much love to the point where it became too much to handle, the woman who gave me the life I have, the person who showed me how powerful love can be and how lucky the ones who have it are. I looked over at the person who loved to the point that it killed her and realised how much I hated love, despised it.
In fact, I think the feeling that I have towards love might be the only thing I have in common with my father, he despised love as well, the only difference was to him, I think I was love, I was the person who took her away, not the concept of love but the child she gave so much of it too.
Therefore, once she was gone I was the thing he despised. Every day I was a walking reminder of the person he lost, the person he loved, the person who created his hate for love.
I was his reminder; he hated his reminder.
2019 (present day)
SAGE
Fuck I can't believe he talked me into this.
I look at myself in the mirror assessing what I was seeing, my light-brown hair messily draped over my shoulders where the ends met the strap of my tight sage coloured top that was tucked into the pair of wide white pants I borrowed from my roommate Clem.
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(her outfit)
I felt my pocket vibrate and pulled my phone out to read the frantic message that had lit up my screen.
NIALL: where the fuck are you sage!!
YOU: on my way ill be there in ten.
NIALL: hurry the fuck up this is a big deal to me don't be a bitch about it
YOU: shut the fuck up I'm coming
Jesus, he needs a Xanax or something to get whatever stick is up his ass, out.
I walk outside of my apartment building and hop in the uber, slightly praying I'm not about to get murdered, not because of the whole, well, murder but because I think Niall would bring me back from the dead and torture me if I missed this. He was playing his first gig with his band tonight, he's the lead guitarist and this is a good place to play because it's where all the studio execs go for drinks after work so hopefully it means the get picked up by a label tonight.
