Black Coffee (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 23

A/N

So my computer is dead, and all the stuff has been deleted. If you have had your stories or an essay or anything deleted like that, you know how difficult it is to rewrite it... so this chapter was incredibly difficult for me to rewrite. It's also a bit longer, but it's just a filler chapter, so I'm sorry for taking so long but here it is!

I have a loT of new readers here so HELLO!! thank you for reading! And to everyone: Thank you for sticking with this weird story that i pour my heart into.. It means more to me than i can say!! 

(This is dedicated to dream_of_la because her comments are just so sweet and she knows my mind as well as the characters' minds too well. ps. she's my favorite commenter) ily

I feel like i have more to say...

Oh! There's a couple of surprises at the end of the chapter in the Author's note at the bottom xxxx 

Love you all, and please vote and/or comment! I can't tell you how much i read and reread your comments and give me inspiration to keep writing... so thank YOU

Here it is! 

-Saz

Chapter 23

The five boys waited anxiously in the entrance of their flat. Liam finally took one step towards the door, which blocked the view of twelve people on the other side. Ben could feel the heat of Louis’ gaze on him, but attempted to ignore it. He knew that Louis wanted to know about the memory, but that had to be saved until later. This, right now, was more important to the well being of the four lads in the long run. Liam gripped the handle, and took one more glance at Ben, who sent him a reassuring nod, before turning the knob and opening the door.

The first thing Ben saw, was a man with messy dark hair, and a cleanly shaven beard and mustache. He caught eye with Liam first, and went straight in for a reuniting hug,  before moving down the line to each boy, allowing more people to enter and greet the boys.

Ben stayed more in the back of the crowd as he watched all these people pour in, and greet the other members of the band as if they had known each other for a lifetime. The man with the beard smiled at Ben and approached him with very chilled posture. As if Ben wasn’t a stranger to him, but, hadn’t introduced himself yet. Ben figured he was comfortable around people as the man stuck out his right hand for a proper handshake.

“Hiya, Ben! Ironically, my name is Ben as well. Ben Winston. Harry and I used to be very close while the boys were all on tour.” He shrugged, patting Ben on the back with a easy grin still slapped on his face. “I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” He sent Ben a friendly wink, and Ben decided that he just might like this man.

Before he could add any input to the very friendly Ben Winston, more people were shoved down the line, almost as if it was rehearsed.

“Nice to meet you, Ben.” A boy around Ben’s age with dark hair and big biceps kindly held out his hand. “I’m Josh and I’m One Direction’s drummer!” Ben shook his hand, nodding his head trying desperately to remember faces and names and what their connection was to the band.