HAVE A LITTLE FAITH: PART 2 (HARRY STYLES FANFIC)

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"I think your girlfriend likes to pretend to be a hard ass but I doubt she actually has it in her to do much about it."

"You couldn't be more wrong Anaya. Faith wouldn't think twice about stabbing you. I love her but she's fucking crazy...I think I love her even more because of that fact." I end up laughing.

"She hates me. The few times she has been in here with you, she spends the entire time glaring at me. She makes me feel uncomfortable when she looks at me like that." Anaya confesses and I fight hard not to bust up laughing at her.

"Yeah well, maybe the reason why my girl glares at you like that is because maybe you make her uncomfortable because of the way you look at me."

"She's just being ridiculous. So what if I look at you? I'm not hurting anything by looking. She needs to take a chill pill." Anaya says as she rolls her eyes.

"Well, like Jake said and I completely agree with him, Faith can be territorial when it comes to me. She doesn't need to be that way because I love her and I would never do anything to disrespect her but I can understand why she gets so upset with you. If someone looked at Faith the way you look at me all the time, I think I'd be sitting in jail for murder right about now."

"Are we getting into a fight right now?" Anaya asks in amusement as she crouches on the floor in front of me so she can add more weight to my leg lift.

"No, just having a calm conversation about having a respectful relationship. I'm not yelling, you're not yelling. Neither one of us is angry, well, I'm not anyhow. I'm not sure about you." I end up grunting the last part because the extra weight she added to the lift really hurts.

"I'm not trying to change the subject but I need you to try harder for me Landon. I know it's hot in here but push. You can do it. Give it to me Landon." Anaya demands as she rises from the floor and places her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, give it to her Styles." Jake says with a chuckle as he strolls back into the building.

"Fuck off Anderson." I snap as I grit my teeth and try lifting the weight again.

"I can't." I whimper in defeat as the lift drops back to the floor.

"Yes you can, you're just being weak today Landon. I'm disappointed in you." Anaya scolds.

"I am not weak!" I scream in frustration.

"I'm fucking trying! Why can't you see how fucking hard I'm trying. You push me too hard. You take everything out of me. I don't have anything left if me when you're done with me. I'm fucking tired and sore every damn day and I just want to be done." I continue to rant but I stop when I feel a lump of emotions in my throat when I see tears in her blue eyes.

"Is that it? Are you done making me your punching bag for the day Landon?" Anaya's voice trembles.

"She's just trying to help you Styles." Jake mumbles around a mouthful of potato chips.

"I'm sorry for making you cry Anaya. I'm just so worn down, I guess it's just getting the better of me."

"It's okay Landy. I need to get a tougher skin. You aren't the only one to take their pain and frustration out on me, it goes with the job. It's my job to push you and sometimes I get pushed back. Honestly, I'd rather you take your frustration out on me then the people you care about." She says as she swipes the tears off of her face.

"I can't seem to avoid taking my frustration out on pretty much anyone that comes near me these days. I snap at Jake. I snap at my dad. I have snapped at my girl so many times that I find myself avoiding any kind of real conversation with her because I don't want to snap at her. And to top it off, I snap at you. I shouldn't do that. You are the reason why I have come this far and I am so thankful that you put up with my shit everyday. I don't like that you said you'd rather me snap at you instead of the people I care about because that makes me think that you assume I don't care about you. I do care about you Anaya, very much so and I am so sorry for taking my frustration out on you."