Black Coffee (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

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Okay so this chapter was supposed to be chapter 12, but it got so long I just split it into two chapters, which is why chapter 12 was short and a bit boring... Hopefully you'll find this one much more exciting and I'm my point of view, it's way more eventful!

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Chapter 13 Bc

Ben took his time walking down the hallway. He quickly prepared himself for anything, good or bad, that they could tell him. They could be rude, and insensitive and could care less about Ben and just force him to bring Harry back. Or they could be sweet, understanding and loving to the boy who stole their son.

He prayed for the latter.

He rounded the corner, Louis keeping his hand on the middle of Ben's back to make sure that Ben was completely okay with meeting these strangers to him. Louis could feel his stomach forming knots for the boy.  

They rounded the corner, and the four people in the living room were in sight. Liam and Niall had their backs to the incoming boys, as they chatted with two brunettes. The older lady planted a light smile on her face as she spoke to the two lads, the worry lines that set deep in her forehead, told Ben that she had plenty of stories to tell. The younger girl seemed anxious, bouncing from one foot to another and her eyes darting around the room, and hardly paying attention to the conversation. 

Upon closer inspection, Ben could see how they could be blood related. The three of them all had the same dark brown hair, although his hair was curly unlike the girls', and they had the same facial features. He didn't think himself as attractive as the girls in the living room, but they way the younger girl expressed worry, reminded Ben of his image in the mirror. 

"Oh!" The older woman, Anne, breathed out loudly, causing Ben to jump back to reality. He met her surprised and loving gaze, and soon felt a rushing sense that he was once loved by this woman. He knew from somewhere in the back of his brain, that this was the woman that raised him, although he couldn't remember anything in his childhood. He just knew that this woman was his mother. He could feel it. 

He watched as she slowly made her way around the two other lads, before slowly making her way over to Ben. In a moment of panic, Ben could feel Louis' hand slowly drift away from his back, making him feel alone and vulnerable. But one look in her surprisingly familiar gaze, and he instantly felt at home. 

"Ben." She breathed out, looking up and down her son's body. "I can't believe it! You've grown up so much in the past year-" 

Ben couldn't help it as he closed the distance and wrapped his long arms around her into a crushing hug. This was his - or Harry's - mother. She's been with out her son all this time, and she called Ben by his name, rather than Harry. She knew that he wasn't her son, and that broke his heart. He tried to tell her in that hug, that if he had the choice to bring Harry back for her, he would in a heartbeat. He tried to tell her that he was so sorry for taking her son away from him. He tried to tell her that she was radiating with familiarity for the first time in his life, and for that, he was truly thankful. 

Although, she probably only heard a sympathetic hug from a stranger in her son's body. 

"How are you holding up, Ben?" She asked with his name into his hair. He bit his tongue from telling her that he really wished she'd call him Harry, just because he knew it would sound beautiful coming from her mouth, but that would be too much to ask. That name was for Harry. That name wasn't for Ben's secret pleasure.