Faith's POV:

I am incredibly bored. My dad is still at the hospital with George. I was really worried. I kept insisting that I stay in the hospital, but my dad didn't let me. I wondered what would of happened to George if I wasn't there. The doctors said that what happened to George was still unknown. How could they not know? I mean, they're doctors! They SHOULD know. Ugh. I took out my phone and dialed April's number. After two rings, she answered.

"Hello?"
"April, hey. How're you doing? Are you still sick? You want me to stay over?"
"Jesus Faithy, I'm fine." I could hear her smirk.
"Well, I'm just making sure.. How's Anthony?
"Tony's as wonderful as ever. With his little gifts and all. Faithy, you alright? It sounds like you have a sore throat."
"I have been outside all day in the cold." I lifted my hand to my forehead. "I think I'm getting a bit sick, but its okay."
"You should drink some tea. It'll help."
"Yeah, okay. Listen, April can you come over? I need to tell you something."
"Uh, can't you tell me right now? I'm too lazyy."
"No, April. It's serious."
"Okay, I'll be there in ten. Bye."

April's POV:

"Anthony?" I called. Faithy had called me and said she had something important to tell me. If she was making me go all the way over there then it must be important. It's really not that far actually. I can be there in ten minutes, but ya know. Laziness. "Yeah?" He came out of the kitchen with two sandwiches. Typical Anthony. No wonder Niall and him get along. I rolled my eyes. "Imma go with Faithy, yeah? Be back in a couple hours." His face lit up. I knew what he was about to say. "Can I-" I cut him off. "No, it's girl stuff." He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But at least a goodbye kiss?" He said pouting. I grabbed my purse and opened the door. I quickly blew him a kiss and sprinted to the car. As I was driving, I thought I could confront her about the whole self harming thing. She promised me. And Harry thought she would stop because she promises him. No. I was already in front of her house. See? Fast. As I got climbed down my car, I could see Faith crying beside the window. Oh no, Faithy. My Faithy.

Faith's POV:

My dad called me and told me George didn't make it. He died. And still the doctors didn't know why. So, he died just because? I began tearing up when I heard my dad cry. Let me tell you, my dad never cries. At least not in front of us. (My brothers and I). At 1 am I would hear him sobbing. I knew it was be auss of my mom. I always wanted to go to his room and hug him. Cry with him. I guess, I never did. My dad said he would come in a couple hours to make dinner. I thought I could make him dinner, but after talking to April. She wasn't here. What was taking her so long? I started crying. Sobbing. Why does this have to happen. Why do people die? Why people my dad and I most care about? I didn't know George that much..I hadn't even talked to him, but still. Suddenly, April burst into the room. "Faithy?! Why are you crying? Tell me." She wrapped her arms around me. Rocking me. I calmed down and told her everything. The school. The piano. My dad. George. And I finally told her about Harry. And how he caught me cutting myself.

She had a blank expression. I tugged her arm. "Come on, April talk to me." She smiled and quickly hugged me again. "It's okay," she whispered. "Everything is going to be okay." I sighed and hugged her back. "Okay?" She looked into my eyes. I nodded. She smiled wiping both of our tears. "Now," she said happily, sitting straight. "Tell me about Harry. Do you like him. Does he like you?" Um, what? "No no, April. Well, yes. No, he doesn't like me. And yes, I like him." She giggled. "Why would he like me?" Her mouth shot open. "Are you shitting me?!? Besides the fact that you're fucking gorgeous, have you seem how he looks at you?! And what he did, Faithy! He really cares about you!" I rolled my eyes. "Language, April." This time she rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom. But seriously, I think he likes you." I sighed and looked to to the ceiling. "Let's not talk about boys," I mumbled. "Okay, what do you wanna talk about?" She asked. I smiled. "Let's talk about how I have the best friend in the world!" I exclaimed throwing my hands up in the air. She rolled her eyes. "Tell me something I don't know," she mumbled. She laughed. "I'm joking!" April punched my arm playfully. I suddenly remembered. "By the way," I told her. "I downloaded our song!" I said in a singy voice. I got out my phone and scrolled until I found the song.


You've got a friend in me...