Hello readers! This is my first attempt at a Harry Style fan fiction…I have changed his name to Landon…I have the cast list for the book listed below so everyone will have someone to picture as you read…please let me know what you think….thank you…with love…N…

HAVE A LITTLE FAITH CAST:

Harry Styles as Landon Styles

Isabelle Fuhrman as Faith Keller

Callan McAuliffe as Jake Anderson

Jamie Dornan as Henry Styles

Dylan Minnette as Tad

Gabriel Basso as Evan

Sterling Beaumon as Adam

Peyton List as Amanda

Christina Ricci as Harmony Keller

SONG: Angels Fall ARTIST: Breaking Benjamin

"...When angels Fall with broken wings...I can't give up, I can't give in...When all is lost and daylight ends...I'll carry you and we will live forever, forever..."

"Come on Landy! Move your fucking crippled ass!"

"Yeah, yeah keep your panties on Jake."

I shuffle my body and my crutches into the front seat of Jake's car and before I can manage to pull the car door shut; he floors it and my head hits the seat as I pull the door closed.

"Christ Jake! What are you trying to do finish me off or something?"

"Maybe…it would be a mercy killing really."

"I don't need your mercy."

"How do you do that all the time Landon?"

"Do what all the time?"

"Be so fucking chipper; be so god damned positive?"

"I'm assuming you are referring to my disability?"

"Well yeah…I mean it must be depressing; you had such possibilities in life and now…well now because of some drunk asshole your life is basically shit."

"At least I'm still here though; I could be dead."

"True, true."

"Who else is going to this concert again Jake?"

"Well aside from me and you; Tad, Evan, Callie, and of course Faith."

"Seriously? Tad? I…really dislike him."

"You fucking hate him! Why can't you just say that man?"

"Trying to stay chipper I guess. Faith huh? Is this the same Faith that you have been blowing me off for lately?"

"Yep."

I can't help but chuckle at his honest answer. Jake is one of my few remaining friends from before my accident; most of my other so called friends don't like being around me anymore. I get it, really I do; I used to be on the football team and I ran track…hell I was on the path to a full scholarship because of my time trials in track. Jake was on the football team with me as well as Tad and Evan but after my accident Jake quit the team; he said it just wasn't the same playing football without me on the team. I tried to get him to join back up with the team but he refused. Up until about three weeks ago Jake and I have spent most weekends hanging out but since he met Faith at a rave about a month ago we haven't seen each other lately; going to this concert will be a nice way to spend some time together. Being at the concert with thousands of other people around should keep Tad from being a complete ass for the night.

"Are things serious between the two of you?"

"Landy; when have you ever known me to be serious about a girl?"

"Well…never I guess; but we're seniors now Jake. Don't you think it's about time to stop all the games?"

"Fuck no! There's still College; you know the land of beer kegs and pussy for days."

"There's more to life than beer and sex you know."

"Don't hate on me just because I can still get my dick hard."

"You're an ass you know that right?"

"I'm still your best friend though."

"Considering you are my only friend to choose from; I guess you will have to do for a best friend."

"Whoa! What happened to Mr. Chipper? Why all doom and gloom all of a sudden? Was it the dick joke? Did I go too far with that?"

"It's cool Jake; I'm still chipper but it's true you are pretty much my only friend anymore."

"Oh bullshit! Everyone talks to you Landon. The girls alone…"

"That's the thing Jake; everyone talks to me at school or at outings and stuff but you are the only one who actually puts any effort in. The girls are only nice to me because they feel bad for me."

"That might be true but you waste your talent on them."

"What are you even talking about Jake? What do you mean I waste my talent?"

"Come on Landon; you are the token crippled kid at school; you could see so many tits just by playing the sad pathetic cripple but you don't…fuck if I were in your shoes I would have seen all the girls tits in school by now; hell even the fat chicks."

Other people might get offended by some of the shit Jake says about my disability but I never do because I know he is only kidding. One thing I can say about Jake is that he never feels uncomfortable around me; not even when he first found out I would never walk on my own two feet again. All my other friends from before the accident don't know how to act around me anymore; I make them uncomfortable.

"You are such a pervert Jake."

"I'm not a pervert; I'm a hormonal teenager; there's a difference. Hey! Do you remember when we went to Sonic right after school was out for the year and I used your crutches to get that chick's phone number?"

"How could I forget? You left me sitting in the car for over an hour while you flirted with her. What ever happened with that one?"

"Never saw her again but she gave me one hell of a blow job behind the dumpster."

"So glad my crutches were able to get you such a romantic date Jake."

"It was very romantic; especially when the rat almost crawled up her pant leg."

"Was there really a rat or were you just making that part up?"

"There was a fucking rat! I used one of your crutches to scare it away."

"I still think you are making that part up. Are we just meeting everyone there or do we need to pick anyone up?"

"I was supposed to pick up Faith but she is just going to ride with Callie and Evan instead."

"What about Tad?"

"He's got his own way there."

"Good."

"He wanted me to give him a ride but I told him no."

"Really? Why?"

"Because he's a dick. I can't help that he is in our social circle but I can at least keep him from being a douche bag to my best friend at least some of the time."

"You don't have to do that you know; I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself."

"Who say's I'm taking care of you? I just can't understand why you don't shove one of your crutches up his ass. I mean some of the shit he says to you; doesn't it piss you off at all?"

"Sure sometimes but I try not to dwell on other peoples negativity; it's too exhausting trying to worry about what other people think all the time."

"Fuck we should have left earlier; there's like nowhere to park. We should have brought your dads van; we could be parking in the handicap spot right now if we had that little sign."

"I keep trying to get him to throw that thing away; I don't need it."

"We'd be fucking VIP's right now if you weren't so damned proud you know. Think about it Styles; your dads van, your wheelchair, we'd be like god damned rock stars rolling it to see Five Finger Death Punch. The band would invite us back stage because they'd be like: oh look at that poor fucking kid in the wheel chair…"

"You are only in this relationship for the incentive package aren't you Jake?"

He just laughs at my joke as we make our way from the back of the parking lot towards the entrance to the Arena. We hand over our tickets to a middle aged man and I collect our stubs as Jake runs off ahead to greet the rest of our group. I hobble my way towards Jake, Tad and Evan and wonder where the girls are; probably in the bathroom. What is it with girls always going to the bathroom together? What are they doing in there that makes them feel the need to make it a group trip? Evan nods and looks away before I can make him too uncomfortable as I watch Jake and Tad check out some of the girls that are wondering around the massive hallway.

"Hey Crip; how's the legs treating you?"

Tad never calls me by my name anymore; as far as he is concerned my name is now and forever will be Crip. The first time he called me that Jake punched him in the face but I told Jake to just let it alone.

"Hey there Tad. You know the usual, numb and uncooperative."

"Where are the girls?" Jake asks Tad in the attempt to change the subject.

"Bathroom; probably changing their tampons. I'll warn you now Callie is being a major cunt today."

"Maybe that's because she is stuck being around you today Tad." I might have made my comment sound like a joke but the truth is I can't understand why anyone would want to spend time with Tad; he is an asshole to everyone. Maybe that's why it doesn't bother me when he says ignorant shit to me all the time; he says ignorant shit to everyone.

"Yeah well maybe if she let me stick it to her she would smile more." Tad jokes back and everyone laughs; except me. Tad see's girls as nothing more than an opportunity for sex and never anything more. Evan has had the same girlfriend since we were freshman so he doesn't act that way; his girlfriend Melinda is a sweet girl that goes to Saint Lutheran's and they are planning to get married right after graduation. Jake tries to act like all he is interested is in sex but he's actually a good guy that just hasn't found the right girl yet; well that and maturity; he could use a little more maturity. Tad is just a pig; plain and simple.

"Oh my God! Is that you Landon?"

I turn around to see the girl that broke my heart into a million pieces almost a year ago.

"Wow! Amanda? How the hell are you?"

She come up and gives me an awkward hug and her blond hair still smells like coconut; just like it always has. She takes a step back and her blue eyes look at me with the look I hate seeing in people's eyes; pity. Her eyes are saying: Oh poor, poor Landon; poor crippled Landon.

"I'm doing great Landon. It's a surprise seeing you here."

"Why would it be a surprise? You know how much I love Death Punch; I go to every one of their concerts when they come to town."

"That's true you do go to all of their concerts."

"I should be the one who is surprised to see you here. I thought you hated them."

"Yeah, I still do but Adam loves them."

"Right Adam loves them. Adam; my replacement Adam? Or did you find a new Adam?"

"Don't be like that Landy." Her blue eyes look sad but I don't care. Right after my accident and before the doctors knew I wouldn't ever be able to walk again she made this huge speech to me about how she loved me and how she would always be there for me. Turns out I didn't hear the fine print of that speech because as soon as she found out I was crippled she fucking checked out.

"Well have fun with Adam; I gotta get back to my friends now."

"Landon…"

I just walk away from her as she whispers my name; her voice sounds like it's filled with regret but I refuse to turn around and give into her sad blue eyes. It's pointless to give into her because she always ends up leaving anyhow. A month after she broke up with me she came to my house crying and saying how much she missed me; I was so happy that she came back but she only broke my heart again the very next day; she said she was still confused. She came back to me twice more after that and the last time was just that; the last time. I can't let her break my heart anymore; if I give into her even just one more time I think it might be the end of me.

"You cool man?" Jake asks as he watches Amanda disappear around the corner.

"Cool as a cucumber." I say with a fake smile on my face.

"Good because the bands about to start and we have some major moshing to do."

"You go ahead and mosh; I'll be moshing in spirit at a safe distance…Oh hey there Callie! How are you doing?"

"Hi Landon. I'm good; have you met Faith?"

She points to the girl standing beside her and I am confused as to why Jake would want anything to do with this girl. Jake always goes for the cheerleader types but this girl is nothing like the bleach blond girls that tan too much or wear designer jeans that cost more than most people's entire wardrobes. I don't have any room to talk; Amanda is a cheerleader and she is blond and she tans too much and she does in fact wears designer jeans that cost more than my entire wardrobe but she wasn't always like that. Amanda used to be the girl next door type until she joined the cheerleading squad and then she started to change. I realize now that it's probably best that her and I broke up because by the end of our two year relationship she wasn't the same girl I fell in love with; I was only being hopeful of the fact that maybe after high school she would stop faking it. I thought that we would graduate next year and she would go back to the sweet girl I gave my heart to; but I think maybe the Amanda that she is now is who she will remain to be for the rest of her life. This girl; Faith; she is nothing like you typical cheerleader. Faith is barely five feet tall and she is ghostly pale; her long hair is dyed jet black to match her heavy black eyeliner as well as her black clothes. She has black boots on and her pants are baggier than mine. She is wearing a vintage t-shirt that says: 'Where's the beef?' on the front of it in faded letters.

"No, I don't believe we have met yet. The names Landon; it's nice to meet you Faith."

She looks at my extended hand as she chews at her bottom lip; she is trying to figure out if she will catch my disability just by shaking my hand or not. She lets out a little giggle as she swats my hand away and I freeze when she wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly.

"Sorry, I'm a hugger; I hope that's okay."

Her voice is clear and throaty; her voice sound like she is much older and much more confident then what her appearance shows. I figured she would have this tiny little voice to match her tiny little body.

"It's okay with me; you are a good hugger. Who would have guessed a tiny thing like you could crush my fragile bones like that." I joke with her.

"You flirting with my girl Landon?" Jake slaps his hand on my shoulder as we make our way to our seats.

"I wasn't flirting; she's the one who got all hands-y with me."

"You're just lucky that you are my best friend; I might share her with you even." He winks at me as he puts his arm around Faith before he kisses her. Jake has no shame about PDA; he could care less if his tongue down her throat makes the rest of us uncomfortable or not. Faith on the other hand shoves him away and punches him hard in the stomach before muttering that he is a pig as she turns away from him. Jake just laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"You okay Jake? Looks like she hit you pretty hard."

"Don't let her small size fool you man; she hits fucking hard. She punched me in the balls last Saturday for trying to put my hands up her shirt."

"Seriously?"

"Yes but she likes to play hard to get. I ended up doing much more than put my hand up her shirt before the night was over. That was a fun night; I think I ate enough food for three people the next day just to make up for all my hard work; if you catch my drift."

"I commend your stamina Jake. This one must be extra intriguing if you like the games she plays with you."

"Intriguing? She's a total bitch; you know what that means don't you? It means she's killer in the sack."

"A bitch really? That's harsh man; I wouldn't let her hear you say that."

"I call her a bitch all the time; she thinks it's funny. Besides you should hear some of the things she calls me."

"Like what?"

"You know shit like pencil dick, ass hat, prick, and her favorite name to call me by is mother fucker."

"Wow! She sounds amazing!" I joke with him.

After the concert we all decide to meet up at the Sonic for some much needed food and Jake, Faith and I are the last ones to get there because Jake and Faith got into a ten minute argument about letting me sit in the front seat. I was more than happy to sit in the back but Faith insisted that I sit up front; Jake wanted Faith to sit in front with him and after a minute or two I just zoned the two of them out. Turns out I sat up front anyhow after the ten minute argument.

Evan disappeared after the band was finished playing; probably went to see Melinda before it got too late. I am sitting at one of the outdoor tables with Callie while we wait for Jake and Faith to get food for all of us and I am watching Tad flirt with some blond across the parking lot just so I can avoid talking to her.

"I gotta go to the bathroom Landon; I will be right back."

I just nod my head at Callie as she practically runs away from me; she is probably the most uncomfortable person that hangs around me. She always tries to be nice but she never really looks at me when she talks and she tries her best to never be left alone with me. Shit here comes Tad and I am stuck over here by myself; wonder what kind of shit he's going to say to me tonight.

"Awe poor Crip is sitting over here with all of his friends; oh wait my mistake looks like you're all alone."

"Don't your pathetic insults seem to go to waste when there is no one else around to even hear them Tad?"

"Are you saying that you are no one Crip? Because you certainly hear my insults loud and clear."

"I hear them; I just choose not to listen to them."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Not to you it doesn't." I say flatly; I breathe a small sigh of relief when I see Jake and Faith making their way back towards me. Jake sits the tray of food on the table and looks at me for a moment before turning towards Tad.

"What's the matter Tad? Couldn't get that girls phone number?"

"Fuck off Jake; she was nasty anyhow."

I watch Faith put straws in all the drink cups and divide the napkins up as she lays each pile on our food. She takes the time to count the napkins out so that her, Jake and I each have three; for some reason I find myself smiling at this. She hands me my fries and my milkshake with a small smile on her face as she chews on her bottom lip. I absently chew on my lip ring between sips of my milkshake as I listen to Jake and Tad banter back and forth about who has better moshing skills. Tad reaches over and tries to take one of my French fries only to get his hand slapped away by Faith and I can't help but laugh at the dirty look she gives him.

"Get your own food asshole." She scolds. Her voice is a little horse from all the singing along at the concert; I swear she knew all the words to every song they played; that makes me smile.

"Mind your business you little Goth bitch. Crip doesn't care; do you Crip."

"Actually I do mind; you shouldn't call her names by the way. I thought I was your victim of choice when it comes to spitting out nasty names anyway Tad." I say with a smile on my face as I pop a fry into my mouth.

"Fuck you limp dick."

"See now, that's more like it Tad. Keep you cross hairs on me and off of her."

"What the fuck do you care what I call this freak?" Tad waves his hand towards Faith and I feel my anger flare.

"I care because you don't even know her and you think you can talk to her like that. Just knock it off already."

"Shut the fuck up Crip before I shove one of your crutches up your ass. Where the hell did Callie go?"

"I would tell you but you told me to shut up so…"

Tad glares at me from across the table and I am surprised when he gets up and walks away without saying a word. When I look across the table after watching Tad disappear around the corner I find a pair of brown eyes staring at me. It surprises me that she continues to stare right at me; she doesn't even know me; yet I don't seem to make her uncomfortable. We just sit there staring at each other until Jake's phone starts to ring and we both look away at the same time. Jake gets up and walks away from the table after mouthing to the two of us that his mom is calling him. Less than a minute later he walks back over with an irritated look on his face.

"We gotta go. My mom locked herself out of the house and she needs me to let her in."

"I haven't even finished my food yet." Faith says with a huff.

"Fuck your food; let's go." Jake seems almost disappointed that we have to leave as I begin to collect my crutches.

"I will do no such thing; I am starving so I want to finish my food. Can't you just go let her in and then come back and get me?"

"You want me to just leave you here all by yourself?"

"Landon can stay with me. Right Landon?" Her brown eyes look at me pleadingly as I sit my crutches back down beside me.

"Sure." I say casually.

"You sure man? Aren't you getting tired?" Jake asks.

"I'm good. I'd be happy to sit with her until you get back; besides it's not even ten yet."

"Did you take your medicine?"

"What are you my mother? Just go we will be fine until you get back Jake." I know he means well but sometimes when he asks me questions like that; I feel like he is coddling me; not to mention it's embarrassing and I can't help but keep the aggravation out of my voice. Jake shrugs his shoulders at me and walks away without even saying so much as a goodbye to Faith. I watch his car exit the parking lot and continue to stare off into the darkness as I sip my milkshake. Faiths voice pulls my attention back to her.

"Do you always chew on your lip ring?"

"Yeah I guess it's kind of a bad habit that I started and now I can't seem to stop doing it. Do you always chew on your bottom lip?" I challenge back.

"I only chew on my lip when I'm nervous."

"I'm sorry if I make you feel nervous."

"You don't actually; I mean Callie said that it was weird for her to be around you and I thought maybe I might feel the same way but I didn't when I first met you and I still don't."

She smiles at me as her brown eyes look directly at me; I can't help but return her smile. Jake says she's a bitch but she seem perfectly nice to me.

"I wouldn't be offended if you did feel that way; most people feel weird around me."

"Why? Because you walk with crutches?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"That's fucking stupid."

"You only know me this way though so it might seem stupid to you. Everyone else remembers the old me and this…well the way I am now people just have trouble dealing with it I guess."

"What do you mean remembers the old you?"

"I wasn't born this way Faith; I was in a car accident a year ago and now I can't walk without these hunks of metal."

"You seem to be handling it pretty well; even if everyone else isn't. Jake seems cool with you."

"Yeah Jake's good about it; he can be a little smothering at times but at least he still wants to be around me; no one else wants to hang around with the cripple."

"Well I think that's stupid; you don't need all those superficial people around you if they can't handle the fact that you need to use your crutches."

"Uh…thanks I guess…so how do you know Callie anyhow?"

"She went to school with me until the seventh grade and we were best friends since kindergarten. Even after she moved here with you guys we have stayed close. How did you wreck the car?"

"Huh? Oh you mean the accident. Some drunk guy T-boned my car when I was on my way home from the football game."

"Were you alone when it happened?"

"No Jake was in the car with me; he got a fractured wrist and a pretty good concussion but other than that he was okay; I got the worst of it."

"Did you play?"

"Huh?"

Her laugh is really nice to hear; it's a natural laugh; not one of the fake ones I'm used to hearing from girls.

"Football; were you on the team or were you just at the game to watch?"

"Oh sorry, yeah I was on the team I was the kicker; Jake was the quarterback."

"Jake quite the team?"

"Yeah he said it wasn't the same playing on the team without me."

"Do you miss playing football? Crap that was probably a really shitty question to ask."

Now it's my turn to laugh as I watch her start to chew on her bottom lip.

"I do miss playing football but I miss running track more."

"You were on the track team too?" Her eyebrows go up in amazement.

"Yep; I was even on my way to a full scholarship for my time trials but…" I trail off as I lower my eyes to the tray of cold fries in front of me. The shit I say to people is probably half the reason why they feel uncomfortable around me. I need to learn when to keep my mouth shut around people. My body jerks when I feel Faith wrap her arms around my shoulders from behind me as she nuzzles her face into my neck. Her soft whisper makes my skin tingle.

"I would have loved to see you run; I bet you were the fastest runner on the team with your long legs."

"Actually Sheila Dale was the fastest runner on our team." I attempt to keep my voice calm while she continues to hug me. After a quite minute she lets go of me and takes her seat once again; when I look at her she is smiling at me.

"I can see why Jake likes you so much; you are easy to talk to Landon."

"Jake and I have been close since the second grade. I'm going to miss him when he leaves for college."

"Are you going to college?"

"Mostly likely just community college; I won't have the money to attend a major university."

"Where did you want to go? What are you planning on studying?"

"I was hoping to get into Stanford with Jake but like I said my scholarship didn't really work out. I have no clue what courses I'm going to take; I guess I have most of my senior year to figure that part out. How about you? What are your plans?"

"Pfft…I just hope I can get a job after I graduate. I doubt I will go to college; maybe a trade school or something if I think of something interesting to do with my life. For now I am just having fun; it's probably not the responsible way to live but who the hell cares right?"

We both laugh and I find myself trying to think of something else that might make her laugh; I could listen to this girl laugh all night. Even if I can't make her laugh again I will still enjoy just the sound of her voice as she continues to talk to me. I realize that this is the longest conversation I have had with a girl for almost a year; god I'm pathetic as I sit here hanging on every one of her words.

"How long have you had your lip ring?" She asks with a small grin on her face.

"My dad took me to get it when I turned fifteen so almost three years now I guess."

"Wow your dad must be cool as hell."

"Not really; him and my mom had just got a divorce and for about a year they were trying to play 'which parent was cooler' but that only lasted so long; now they are both just annoying."

"Do you live with your mom or you dad?"

"With my dad."

"What about your mom? Do you see her a lot?"

"Not really. Mom moved to California three years ago with her new boyfriend so I'm lucky to see her two or three times a year."

"So you don't really get along with your mom all that well I take it?"

"Yeah; she's…different now I guess…her new boyfriend is number one…I'm just a pain in her ass now."

"How were your parents after the accident?"

This girl seems to have no filter whatsoever; she doesn't seem afraid to ask me questions that most people would avoid asking me. I find her boldness to be refreshing.

"Mom came and stayed at my grams for about a week but once I got out of the hospital she went back to California. Dad just seems the same really; you know goes to work, pays the bills, complains about me asking him for money all the time but pretty much the same as before."

"No offence but your mom sounds selfish to me."

"None taken; she is pretty selfish to be honest with you. I actually thought for a second that maybe my accident would somehow make her and dad get back together but I guess I was just having a childish fantasy."

"It's not childish Landon. All kids want to have their parents; even if they annoy us sometimes."

I am overwhelmed with disappointment when I see Jake's car pull back into the parking lot; my nice conversation is sure to be over now. I feel like I still have questions for this strange girl that I might never get the answers to. The question I regret not asking her the most is why she is spending time with Jake; she doesn't even seem to like him. Jake doesn't give two shits about this girl and I would bet money that he hasn't had this long of a conversation with her; he just wants her for sex. My almost sad mood turns to a grumpy mood as I hobble towards Jakes car. I get in and slam the door while I wait for the two of them to get in the car. Faith climbs in the back and yawns loudly before laying across the back seat. Jake gets in and starts the car before turning on the radio; I chuckle when I hear Ed Sheeran playing from the speakers and he huffs as he turns the radio back off.

"Why did you shut it off Jake? It's no secret that you love the Ginger Jesus."

"Shut up Landon." He laughs and I end up laughing louder when I hear Faith making gaging noises in the back seat. Jake tells Faith that she can fuck off and walk home if she doesn't quit making fun of his choice in music and the three of us laugh. Our laughter trickles off and the rest of the car ride to my house is quite; by the time Jake pulls into my driveway I am ready to fall asleep.

"See you tomorrow Jake?"

"I'll let you know; might be busy." He winks at me as Faith climbs over the seat to get in the front. Before I can stand up and shut the door Faith pulls me in for a tight hug and whispers in my ear.

"It was so nice to meet you Landon. You smell really good by the way."

"Um…thank you…It was very nice meeting you Faith; you take care now."

I deliberately avoid looking at her as I turn to go into the house. What is wrong with me? I don't even know that girl and the odds of me even seeing her again after tonight is slim to none; yet I feel like I miss her already. My damn stomach flipped and my pulse spiked when she whispered about how I smelled. I guess I'm just lonely for female attention. Christ! Poor, poor crippled Landon.

After my shower I just lay in bed thinking about Faith as I try to fall asleep. I am trying to find some kind of reason why I can go to Jake's tomorrow to see of maybe I can talk to her again; since I know she is probably staying over at his house tonight. Part of me wishes Jake would just get tired of chasing her so she won't be around anymore. Because let's face it; if by some bizarre twist of fate that her and Jake actually start any kind of real relationship; that is really going to suck for me; I will be the pathetic cripple that pines after his best friends girlfriend.