Black Coffee (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Black Coffee - Chapter 4

Louis unlocked his cabin door, and walked in, allowing Ben to walk in behind him. Louis shut the door half-heartedly, and turned to Ben who was looking around curiously.

"This is cozy!" He smiled at Louis, "Very nice!"

Louis just shrugged. "Thanks." Ben's smile slowly sank, and looked at Louis for a moment before deciding it was better not to question his sudden change of behavior.

It was awkward for a moment, before Louis coughed, "Do you want something to drink, Ben?" Maybe... Just maybe... The fight wasn't over yet.

Ben smiled again, "Sure! Just water please."

Louis nodded shortly, his heart rising to his throat, "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back with refreshments." He tried to add cheekily, but it tanked as soon as it left his mouth. Ben, thankfully, found it amusing and he chuckled. Or maybe it was a pity chuckle...

Regardless, Louis went into the kitchen, taking his time as he sorted out his thoughts.

Harry - but not Harry - is at his house. He has no memory of his past life at all, yet he seemed to have so many characteristics that Harry once had. Was it possible that Ben was the exact same person as Harry, just with less memories? Or was it what the doctor said, and Ben is a completely different person than Harry?

Louis rested his head in his hands with his elbows on the counter. He hated all of this stupid psychology stuff. Why couldn't he go back to the time when it was just Harry he had to work with, and not BenAndHarry. And no matter what anyone told him, he would believe that Harry would come back, remember Louis, and love Louis like he never had done before.

But why would Harry love Louis in the first place? He told Harry that he hated him. He didn't mean it though, he was just angry! Just angry! The doctor said that that fight had caused Harry to forget and be a new person.

So single handedly, Louis messed up Harry's life.

The worst part was, that Louis could never tell Harry that he really did love him and he could have loved Louis back. But maybe, he could tell him.

He stood up, grabbed a glass of water and a beer, and headed back to the living room, where a confused Ben sat.

"Thanks." He said quietly as he took a sip of the water, his eyes never leaving Louis for a moment.

Louis ignored his gaze, and popped off the cap of his bottle, and sat on athe couch next to Ben. For a long moment, they sat on that couch, staring at each other with curious eyes.

"Can I tell you something, Louis?" Ben asked quietly, suddenly very interested in the rim of his glass cup.

Louis nodded slowly, taking a short sip of his beer.

"I feel like I know you. Every time I see you, it's like I've seen you before... Does that make sense?" He looked to Louis with scared eyes; like he was afraid of what Louis might say to him.

Louis just nodded slowly. This could be it. This could be the moment that he has been waiting a year for.

"Can I tell you something?" Louis said quieter, "You might not believe it at first, but I really need you to know."

Ben nodded, shifting in his seat, as if to get ready for Louis' words. Louis set down his beer of the coffee table, and wipped his palms of his jeans. This was it; now or never.

" A year ago you forgot your entire life, and called yourself Ben. Your name is Harry Styles."

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Harry opened the door to he and Louis' apartment, trying to be as quiet as he can be.

"Haz! You're home!" Louis shouted from his position on the couch. Harry sighed; he'd have to tell him.

He went to the living room, and sat down on the chair across from we're Louis sat. Louis looked at Harry for a moment, before picking up the remote and pausing his show.

"What's wrong Hazza?" He asked leaning forward, "Where were you?"

Harry took a deep breath, "I have to tell you something Lou. I was just at Management's office and-"

"Why were you there?" Louis interrupted curiously.

Harry rubbed his temples with his thumbs. "It doesn't matter right now. They told me since I was such a problem, they kicked me out of the band."

Silence.

The kind of silence that feels heavy, and slow. Harry tried counting the seconds, but it became such a task in an awkward silence, he had to stop and raise his head to lock eyes with Louis.

"You've got to be joking." Louis tried to laugh, his grey eyes were stormy and troubled.

Harry just shook his head, "No. I'm not joking and they were completely serious." The urge to start crying came back, but he held it in. He couldn't cry in front of Louis.

"What the fuck did you do, Harry!?" Louis screamed, standing up to tower over Harry.

'Please don't scream. Please don't be mad. Louis, I love you.'

"Do you understand what you did!? You've fucked up the band, and now we can be One Direction anymore. What the fuck are the boys and I supposed to do now? You've fucked up the rest of our future!"

'Please don't be mad. Please don't shout. I was doing this for you, for us.'

"I hate you! Get out of this apartment!" Harry saw the anger and irritation in Louis' eyes. The vein in his neck stuck out and was threatening to pop out of his neck,

"Louis-" Harry began but Louis just shouted again, "GET OUT!

And Harry left. He left to go sleep in his car for the night, sobbing into his headrest. Louis cried as well. He was irritated, but he didn't mean those words. He was just irritated that Harry wouldn't tell him what he did. Management couldn't possible kick him out of the band, right?

Neither he nor Harry predicted that when they both woke up, Harry was driving away from everything he once knew, only knowing himself as a lad named Ben, looking hopefully and unknowingly to his future.

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