Have Faith ((Niall Horan-AU)) (Editing)

Chapter 1.

as of July 11th, I swear this story gets better hah i'm done writing the story and it does get more interesting the first few chapters are just a little bumpy ya i love you guys and thanks for reading

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Day 364. 

"Ouch!" I hadn't realized how long I had been gnawing at my fingernails until I pulled too hard and the all too familiar feeling of blood dripping down my finger came to me. I cussed and reached across my bed to the dresser and pulled out a tissue from a small box; covering my cut and holding it with one finger. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock, groaning. 2:47 a.m. "When will I ever sleep again?" 

I sighed and trudged over to my bathroom, passing my hand over the wall until it found the light switch. The lights were almost blinding, taking my eyes a few seconds to adjust before being able to open them wide enough to examine the skin that was torn back. It wasn't too bad, or at least any worse than the rest of my fingers that looked like they had been chewed on for months .. which they had. Ever since that day. 

I thought of that day over and over again. Played it in my head, rewinded and started it all over again. I couldn't get the images out of my head. The hospital beds. The blood. The screaming. The noises. Everything. I couldn't even cry anymore, I had cried myself dry countless nights. I couldn't sleep at night anymore, which made it hard to stay awake in class. I've been struggling in school trying to keep my grades up, trying to do what's best for myself and for my future but everything I do fails, nothng works and I can't seem to fall asleep at night as easily I used to. Working late nights during the week at a local diner doesn't help either but it's the only way I can pay my rent. I need help if this constant staying awake continues, I just can't do it anymore, I need sleep. 

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat before turning off the lights and walked back to my bed, grabbing my phone off its charger. My head hit the pillow and I pulled my phone up to my face, unlocking it and opening flappy birds. My high score was a mere 21 but I was getting there.

After multiple attempts and hitting myself in the face with the phone, I gave up and decided to call someone, hitting number two on my speed dial. 

Ring after ring I waited until I heard my best friend on the other line.

'Hey this is Niall. I uh, can't get to the phone right now, but if you're important enough I'll call you back. Bye.' I laughed slightly at Niall's voicemail, remembering the day I helped him make it. He had been so stubborn, claiming all he had to say was "Fuck off and don't call me again, obviously I didn't answer for a reason.' But I compromised with him and we ended up with what he has now. 

Niall was my best and only friend. We had known each other since we were both seven and had been going to the same schools ever since, now college. I always called him for everything, even my boy problems, the very few I had anyways. He made it very clear that if I ever needed to give anyone an ass whooping to call him for backup. I loved him for that, his sense of humor that is, not the fighting part; although he did that quite frequently becaue of his short temper. He even came to me every once in a while when he was lonely or just to hang out and watch a movie. We had a special bond that I always told myself no one can break.

We got our first tattoos together when we both turned 18. To this day I only have two tattoos; I have a small key on my ankle that I share with Niall and I also have small birds flying almost all the way across my shoulder blades with 'have faith' written under them. Niall on the other hand has about thirty covering his arms and chest, not to mention his lip ring and earrings.