Crushing Grief (Ben Barlow)

The Start

Dani shows us up the stairs to the backstage area.

"By the way, I'm Dani," he said.

"We know," we replied in unison.

He smiles as we continued walking.

"So here we are, this is the rest of us.

Lloyd, Matt, Fil, and Ben," he said.

Bens POV

As the girl was walking into the green room, she looked more beautiful than i saw her before. She had long black curly hair, big brown eyes, and plump lips. Her whole face and body was symmetrical. She was curvy, and had a tiny waist. Pretty good impression so far, I thought.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Ben," I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"Sofia, nice to meet you," she replied.

I noticed she was from the US.

"Judging by your accent, sounds like you are American," I commented.

"Good work Sherlock," she said smiling.

I like her already.

Sofia's POV

"So what part of the US are you from?" he asked.

"Southern California," I replied.

"CAN SHE GET US SOME CHED?" Dani interrupted.

"Dani.... Chill," Ben said.

"Someones been claimed," Dani retorted.

"Fucking tosser," Ben mumbles.

I laugh really loud. everyone looks at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Your laugh is amazing," Ben said.

"Oh really," I said.

"Absolutely," he replies.

"GET IT IN BARLOW," Fil yells.

"Oh my god," I say while covering my face with my hands.

"Lets go outside," Ben says.

"WOOOOOOO," Ashley yells.

I flip her off.

Bens POV

This girl is great I thought. I wanna get to know her.

I press on.

"So tell me more about you." I asked.

"Well, I grew up in Southern California, my friend Ashley and I got the privilege to come study abroad here in London, so thats why we are here."

"Go on," I said.

"Um, my favorite color is dark blue, I love cats, pizza, pop punk, skateboarding, most music in general, except for rap, country, and any band like Blood On the Dancefloor," she said giggling.

"You know, im just happy im meeting someone who doesn't just want to sleep with me." she said shyly.

"Me too," I replied.

"Can I get your number?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course," she replied.

This is going really well, I thought.