Chapter FOUR

"Allan, is that really you?" Ben asked, shocked and the older male smiled widely before making his way toward the smaller.

"Who else would it be?" He reached Ben and engulfed him into a tight bear hug, Ben buried his face into his neck and sighed out as his familiar scent hit his nose. He always wore this certain perfume because he knew Ben loved it and the smaller couldn't help but feel tears prick his eyes as the realization of how much Ben missed him settled in and Allan chuckled before tapping the smaller's back lightly.

"Hey, hey.. I didn't come here to make you cry." He says sweetly and Ben couldn't help but giggle at the tone of his voice, as If he was talking to a small child.

"Shut up!" The brunette slapped Allan's chest whilst wiping at the tears that were about to fall with the back of his sleeves. Ben couldn't believe Allan was here, he hadn't seen him in close to a year.

Allan pulled the chair out for Ben making him sit before walking to the other side and taking his own seat.

"Here are your drinks sir," the dimple haired male placed Ben's frappe on the table, bowed to him and then bowed to Allan, placing his hot chocolate in front of him.

Allan smirked at Ben, "You ordered for me already?"

"Duh. I didn't want to waste time." Ben took his drink and sipped on it quietly, the amazing liquid running down his throat and he hummed in delight. Allan takes a sip of his drink too, humming before looking at Ben with approval, proud at the fact that Ben remembered his favourite.

"You've really grown Ben, you look like a stud." He winked playfully and Ben felt his cheeks warm. Ben didn't do very well with compliments so he quickly tried to divert his attention away from you and onto him,

"Look who's talking studster, what happened to you? You use to be a baby!" Ben pointed towards Allan's body, his eyes following Ben's gesture. Allan chuckled, eyes forming crescents and his cute smile showing off again.

"I just started gyming and I changed my fashion style. That's it." He takes another sip of his hot chocolate and Ben laughs because some cream messed above his lip giving him a mustache.

"Wow, real cool Allan." Ben giggled and handed him a tissue, he got the idea and wiped off the cream before raking his fingers through his hair.

Then Allan's entire demeanour changed. His sweet looking turning rigid and his eyes livid. He remembered about the whole stalker thing.

"So ... About this stalker..." Allan asked, a serious expression taking over his usual laid back one. Ben's eyes darted up from his drink. Upon remembering you, you suddenly had that uneasy feeling settling in again. Ben sighed out in frustration because Allan was distracting him the whole time until now.

"Oh..." The brunette nodded slowly before explaining the entire story from beginning to end even though there wasn't much to say.

"Could I see your phone please?" He asks and Ben fishes it out of his pocket before handing it over to Allan. The larger male puts in a password and it dings. Ben's mouth drops open.

How did he know my-

"I don't know your password but after being in the IT business for so long... I was bound to come up with a code to encrypt any locked device." Allan winks and Ben stares at him in shock. He's so evil.

Allan started pulling out his phone and a black cord that he had neatly tucked into the back of his jeans pocket.

"What are you doing with that?" Ben asked. He was afraid that Allan would fry all his important data on the phone but later, he assures you that everything is going to be okay.

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After a long while, Allan gestured Ben over and the brunette complied by walking over and sat down next to him in order to see what exactly he wanted to show. It was a screen filled with various colours spiralling into different directions and Ben sat there confused. What did that mean?

"All these lights... Indicate that the stalker is using various networks to communicate with you so it's hard to actually track him. There is a possibility though." Allan explained and Ben nodded obediently.

Ben sat back and watched as Allan tapped against the keys, clicking links, copying and pasting codes. It was all a frenzied mess which Ben couldn't follow half the time.

Before Allan could go any further, the screen started to glitch. A huge skull popping on screen and Ben almost screamed out. Allan narrowed his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked in horror, wondering if maybe Allan accidently caused the skull to appear but the next thing he said made Ben heart beat like crazy,

"He... Knows we're hacking into his account."

Ben didn't know why but his head shot up, looking for the stalker. He was probably in the cafe with you. How would he know that they’re hacking into his account without him being close by?

It was extremely difficult because almost everyone was using a phone or a laptop. This was crazy.

A message pops up on the screen and Ben looked back in horror, mouth dropping open:

•Hacking my account are we?

Alright, I love games

You have 5 minutes...

Your time starts now...

05:00

Allan started typing away like a mad man and all Ben could do was sit and watch in a confused state.

Was this really happening?

Allan cursed a few times and it was as if time was not on their side because what felt like only seconds, were actually the end of the 5 minutes:

00:00

It seems you've lost. Let's

Play again next time....

;)

"Shit! I was so close to finding his whereabouts." Allan slammed his fist against the table, attracting a few people's attention. He was really mad but his expression instantly became guilty when he settled on Ben, a pity filled look in his eyes, "I'm sorry Ben."

The smaller wanted to slap him for being so silly.

"Are you crazy? There's no need to feel that way, you helped as much as you could. Thanks for helping me. Maybe You should stay the night."

Before Allan could even reply, another notification hit up the laptop screen

• Talking to another man? I really don't like that :(

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