Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

2-Without You

SONG: Without You ARTIST: Breaking Benjamin

"...All I have is one last chance...I won't turn my back on you...Take my hand, drag me down...If you fall then I will too..."

A knock on my bedroom door at nine fifteen in the morning wakes me from a dream I wasn't ready to wake up from. 

I was dreaming that it was early; probably like six in the morning or so; and I was running through the sleepy streets; my entire body was covered in sweat, my legs and my chest were burning from exertion but I felt amazing.

"Go away dad!" I groan as I put my pillow over my face.

"There is someone here for you Landon." Dad's voice sounds unsure but why? 

It's only Jake; why would dad sound so unsure? 

Shit, what if it's not Jake; what if it's my mother? 

Two weeks ago, when I talked to my mom on the phone, she had mentioned something about making a trip to see me before my birthday. She said she wouldn't be able to visit on my actual birthday because her and her boyfriend were going on a cruise.

"I need to get dressed." I shout from behind my pillow.

My bedroom door opens and when I pull my pillow off my face I see my dad standing at the end of my bed with a smile on his face. 

When he smiles I can see his dimples; the same dimples that dent my cheeks when I smile. I look so much like him; pretty much every feature that I see in the mirror I have received from my father except for my green eyes; those I got from my mother.

"Hurry up and get dressed then boy and put on a nice shirt."

I groan loudly as I use my arms to lift myself into a sitting position before I rub the sleep out of my eyes. As I run my fingers through my messy hair I look at my father in confusion; why is he grinning at me like that?

"Why do I need to put on a nice shirt?"

"Don't you want to make a good impression?" Dad's grin grows wider and I can see the look of amusement in his gray eyes. 

Oh for the love of god! Dad must be trying this again and by this, I mean, there must be some little girl out there from his church group that he somehow convinced to come and spend time with his poor crippled son. 

I wonder if he paid this particular girl?

Yes, he actually paid a girl named Nancy twenty bucks to come over and watch a movie with me once. 

Nancy only sat on the couch across from me for about ten minutes before she freaked out and threw the twenty dollars at me before she bolted from the house. 

I was pissed at my dad for over a week because of that; I told him I didn't need him to pay any fucking church girls to watch a movie with me; I told him that I would never forgive him if he ever brought another girl around like that again. 

Yet here I am, dragging my dead legs over the side of my bed to get up and put on a nice shirt. 

Dad means well and when he looks at me like that I can't be pissed; the look on his face makes me want to get dressed and go meet this church girl. 

His eyes are filled with hope; something I haven't seen in his eyes for what feels like a long time.

"Is this shirt okay dad?"

"It's just a black t-shirt; don't you have something nicer than that?"

"Dad, it's Saturday morning and I just got up. At least it's a clean shirt."