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A/NI'm so late with this chapter and I'm so sorry! I have a feeling that my grammar sounds weird now cause I only used Hungarian in writing for a while. Hopefully I can make a rhythm in updating so that I won't forget in English and none of us will forget what the story was about. 😂😂Anyway, thanks for everyone who is reading it, who is voting and writing comments, it means the world to me. ❤️ I hope you'll enjoy this one!

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Mitch made sure that he has locked everything before leaving with Scott. He tried his best to forget the new letter at least for that afternoon. He used the opportunity to talk with Mark (so he didn't have the chance giving an explanation to Scott) and they watched a movie as Scott promised. They ended up going to sleep way too late so it wasn't worth for Mitch to go home – and he was secretly very thankful for that.

The next morning Scott drove him back to his house, saying goodbye until the following performance which was in a couple of days. It was in Arizona and Mitch this time purposefully didn't announce it on his social media even though he knew that his stalker was going to find out anyway.

The night spent at Scott gave him some kind of comfort but it immediately faded away as he saw the lock of the front door almost completely destroyed. "What the fuck," he mumbled. He looked back above his shoulder but Scott has already left. Before he even knew what he was doing, Beau already picked up the call for him. "Baby?" "Beau, someone..." His breath hitched as he looked back at the door. "The lock is broken and I don't know if he's still inside- I- He just-" "Wait, what are you talking about? Which lock?" Mitch heard the concentration in Beau's voice as he tried to figure what his partner was talking about. "The front door." "Did you call the police?" His boyfriend asked with a harsh tone this time. Right. The police. Mitch didn't even think about that. Now that Beau mentioned, it made more sense than asking for help from his boyfriend miles away.

Two police men arrived within thirty minutes so Mitch needed to drop the call with Beau in order to answer their questions. But when they asked him about someone who he thought that could break into his home, he went mute. At first he wanted to spill, to tell everything but then he looked into their eyes and his confidence was nowhere to found. Why would two random strangers believe him? Seemingly his story felt fake even for his loved ones.

At the end, the police officers left without knowing anything about his stalker.

Mitch tried to convince himself that he has made the right decision. Scott and Beau will probably know about everything and if they read his story in the report, they would be so done with him. And what if the police think that he was making up the whole thing? Maybe this time it wasn't even his stalker.

A few minutes after the officers' car disappeared, he was sitting on the couch, facetiming Beau. His boyfriend tired everything to get Mitch talking but he was in his thoughts so deep that he couldn't force out more than a couple of words. "Hey, don't worry. It was probably nothing. Someone tried to break the lock, failed, now the police know, everything is going to be alright," Beau sighed. "Anyway, you'll be away from home soon, right? You'll quickly forget about it, I promise."

***

Austin was free for that night. They haven't seen each other since forever and he was happy to have Mitch over. Mitch really tried his best to act like everything was alright so he won't ruin their time spent together. They were drinking wine and staying up late, though around midnight Mitch was already tired. He absolutely didn't have enough sleep those days which made him cranky and more anxious overall, and he hated it. Half an hour later his phone binged, alerting him of a new text message. He curiously blinked at the screen, having no clue who could've texted him that late. His first thought was a drunk Scott but that wasn't too common anymore – they either drunk less or talked less than before.

He unlocked the phone and opened the message which was sent from an unknown number.

'Whenever, wherever We're meant to be together I'll be there and you'll be near And that's the deal my dear"

Mitch frowned. He really wished it was just Beau having a sleepless night and trying to be sweet but in the bottom of his heart Mitch knew that there was no point hoping. First of all, Beau's number wouldn't be unknown. So there was one highly possible option left.

But how.

Did.

That guy.

Get.

His number?!

How?!

How was it possible that he knew so many personal things about him? He showed up at his hotel, at his home and now on his phone. What kind of a person goes this far and why?!

He completely zoned out because the next thing he noticed was Austin snapping his fingers at his face. "Hello, Earth calls Mitchell Grassi, are you with us?" "I'm sorry," Mitch mumbled, cringing at the shakiness of his voice. He didn't mean to sound so suspicious. "Is everything alright?" Austin asked with nothing but pure concern written all over his face. Mitch and him got along so well that he obviously noticed when something was seriously wrong. And now, reading the suddenly pale face of his best friend, that message definitely was. "What's going on?" he tried again, yet no answer came.

Mitch was so angry. How could anyone feel the right to violate his personal space and try to ruin his life?! How could anyone be brave enough to try breaking into his house and send him messages?! How the fuck did he think that Mitch was interested in his bullshit?! How did he think that after all of these Mitch would feel any desire to have something with him?!

He wished Beau would believe him and only him. Now he wouldn't feel like he was cheating on his partner even if he didn't do anything wrong. But those messages-

"Who sent you this?" Mitch has never raised his head that quick to look into someone's eyes. He immediately drew his phone away as soon as he realized that Austin saw the message and he felt his cheeks redden. "Who sent you this?" Austin repeated. "Is everything okay with Beau?" "Of course, how the hell could you assume that I was cheating on him?!" Mitch snapped, raising his voice.

Silence.

"I didn't assume that." Austin's voice was quiet, almost unsure. "What wrong? I know that you never behave like this." "Well, maybe I do. Get over it." Mitch felt like biting on his tongue. He had no idea why he was acting so rude with his best friend. Austin never did anything wrong.

But Mitch was sure as hell that he wants to leave him out of this. He didn't want to lose him, too.

Austin was staring at him, wondering if he should bring up the question again. He could see the anger and fear in Mitch's eyes. "Anyway, we still have half of the wine, we have to drink it." He only hoped that it was the right decision to let go and allow Mitch to talk whenever he wants to. Forcing him just didn't feel right. He watched Mitch grabbing his glass and drinking his wine faster than ever. Something was wrong and Austin had no idea what to do.

***

Miles away Beau did have a sleepless night. He was laying on his bed in the dark and watched the passing cars painting shapes of lights on his wall through the shutters.

He was concerned. No, not even concerned. He was worried, more than he ever thought he could be. He never knew it was possible to feel things this strong until he met Mitch. He adored and loved him with every inch of his body. He felt like drowning in guilt every time he left his boyfriend alone knowing about his current state. He didn't show it because he didn't want to feed Mitch's fears but he was scared, too.

Mitch needed to get a new therapist as soon as he could. At this point taking medicine or even using medical marihuana didn't seem to be enough. Especially since someone tried to break into his boyfriend's house. At first, he thought it was a coincidence but now he really started to wonder if there was something Mitch didn't tell him.

He felt horrible but couldn't help wondering if Mitch thought that his presence wasn't enough anymore. If he was hiding something. Lately he never shared things as much as he did before and even Beau noticed that he was feeling a bit uncomfortable around him. Was it something about his "stalker"?

Beau tried his best to let those ridiculous thoughts go. If anything was needed, it was definitely not jealousy. But Mitch was so precious and adored by so many people- Yes, he got lots of love from his fans. Even from guys that were better than Beau. Guys who could spend more time with him and give him what he truly deserves. Guys who could be possibly talking with him right now. He knew that he really needed to get over his own concerns and pain, and only see what was important for Mitch's wellbeing at that moment but he couldn't stop wondering- Did Mitch ever have the thought of cheating on him?