Have A Little Faith (Harry Styles FanFic)

6-Skin

SONG: Skin ARTIST: Breaking Benjamin

..."...You're covered in my skin...I couldn't imagine anyone else..."...

I am completely soaked by the time I get into the house and I groan at the small puddle of water on the kitchen floor that's collected from the rain running off my clothes. 

I lean against the wall and strip off my wet clothes before making my way to the small bathroom off the kitchen to get some towels to clean the mess up. 

After I wrap a towel around my waist and clean the water and wet clothes off the floor, I grab a spoon and a jar of peanut butter before going to my room. 

I end up draining the hot water tank as I sit in the shower and let the hot water ease the dull ache in my spine before getting out and putting some shorts on and flopping on my bed. 

I am flipping through a magazine and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter when I hear a knock at my bedroom door. 

I glance at the clock and see that it's a little after eight before telling my dad he can come in. 

He smiles at me as he ducks his head around my half open door.

"Hey there kiddo; I wasn't sure if you were even home."

I hate it when he calls me kiddo...I'm almost eighteen for Christs sake.

"Yep, I've been home since about five." I mutter as I look down at my magazine, to attempt to hide my annoyance with him.

"It's really pouring out there isn't it?"

"Yeah, I got soaked trying to get into the house."

"Didn't Jake help you get in?"

"I don't need help dad. A little rain won't kill me you know."

"Don't scowl at me like that Landon. The guys are here to play cards if you want to join in on the game."

"I'm good here dad but thanks."

"Are you at least going to come out and say hello?"

"Do I have to?"

"Well no but it would be nice if you did."

"Maybe later, I'm reading right now."

"Yeah okay but don't eat all the peanut butter. You should make a sandwich if you are hungry, There's still some chicken in the fridge too."

"I'm not really hungry I just wanted something sweet to snack on."

"There's ice cream in the freezer."

"Dad! Don't you have people to entertain?" I huff.

"Geez, you're in a mood today."

"Sorry dad; I'm just trying to read this article."

"Well I'll get out of your hair then. Enjoy your peanut butter and maybe I'll see you after bit."

"Yeah, maybe."

I watch my bedroom door close and go back to reading my magazine but after almost an hour, I find that I can't seem to concentrate on the damn thing and end up tossing it on the night stand before shifting off the bed to be a good little boy and make my appearance to my dad's church friends. 

I put a t-shirt on my bare chest and make my way to the kitchen where I find them playing cards.

"Hello Mitch, Aaron, hello there Pastor Linstrum."