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

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"I have begged him so many times for another chance but he refuses me every time." Mom says as the tears really start pouring down her face.

"What about Kirk? I thought you were happy with him. I thought dad made you miserable." The words spill out of my mouth in a rush.

"Kirk is a wonderful man but he's no Henry...your father never made me miserable; I made myself miserable Landon. I was just so against being a mother and a wife and feeling so damn tied down...I wanted to be free but I don't feel like that anymore. I want the love of my family...I want the security of living in a home not just some apartment. I want movie nights with you and Henry and weekends up at the lake house...I used to be so restless but now I want that peace and relaxation of home and family...your father used to take me out on these corny dates that he worked so hard to make sweet and romantic for me and I used to go along just to humor him but I'd give anything to have one of those dates...to take a long drive out to the middle of nowhere and lay on a blanket to look up at the stars and share sweet kisses with the man I love."

My mother's words are heartbreaking to hear...for the longest time I wanted her back home with me and dad but over time I got over that...in fact I have come to learn that her being halfway across the country is a good thing...my father has been single for almost five years and he's finally met someone that he enjoys spending time with and I want him to be happy...is it possible that he still loves my mother? I guess that really doesn't matter...mom told me that she has begged dad to take her back but he refused so he must not want her back...maybe he's afraid of her hurting him again...I don't blame him...but what if she doesn't? What if my mother really has grown up in a sense and truly regrets leaving us and now she'd do anything to get us back? What if she did everything in her power to make sure she can keep us?

"I wish I knew the right words to say to you right now mom. I'm sorry you're sad." I say as I rub her back.

"Oh, don't mind me Landon; I think I've had too much wine and it's making me emotional." Mom says as she sits up and tries to wipe the tears and streaks of makeup off her face. 

I lift my t-shirt up and use it to wipe her face off for her and she smiles thankfully at me. 

"I must look like a wreck; red eyes and a snotty nose will not impress your girlfriend at all now will it?" Mom chuckles weakly.

"You look beautiful mom." I say honestly as I wipe the last streak of mascara from under her eye...the same green eyes that float in my head...seeing my mom so fragile right now makes her look years younger that she usually does but she is beautiful; she always has been beautiful.

"When did you grow up to be such a good man?" Mom questions seriously as she holds my face in her hands.

"Dunno." Is all I can manage...I don't know how to answer that question...I didn't grow up overnight and I'm sure I still have a lot of growing up to do...but as far as me being the 'good man' my mother sees me as; that credit goes to my father...I don't want to tell her that right now because I'm afraid she will end up crying all over again...not that I have a problem with my mother crying in front of me but I just heard my dad's Cadillac pull into the driveway and Faith will be walking in the house at any second...I doubt my mother wants to be crying when she meets my girl for the first time.

"Did I just hear a car door shut? Is that Faith?" Mom ask as she gets up off the couch and smooth's her hands over her hair to attempt to look nice for Faith.

"Yep, that's my girl. Are you ready to meet her mom?"

"Are you sure I look alright?" She asks nervously.