the song for this chapter is "Belgium to Bordeaux," by Canteen :)

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I've been travelling, Belgium to Bordeaux
Belgium To Bordeaux, I don't know which way to go
Catch a later train, to a later kinda show
Meet me by the door, so I know what's going on
I've been travelling, Belgium to Bordeaux

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Tate

    "You want me to do what?" Abel cried out, his eyes bulging out so far, I feared that they would go straight through the lenses of his glasses.

    Harry stood in front of Abel while he sat down next to me on the couch in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest.

  "I want you to create a fake software and put it on the flash drive to give to Grayson," Harry restated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

  I placed my hand on Abel's back and lightly began to rub my hand up and down, as I was growing worried that he might start to hyperventilate any minute now.

   "Are you fucking insane?" He gasped.

 Harry smirked back down at him and shrugged. "Abel, I'm genuinely hurt that you didn't know this about me already."

    "Harry, just explain it to him," I begged, not wanting to antagonize Abel any further. 

 Harry huffed and shifted around for a second before finally looking at Abel with a glint in his eye.

   "Listen, mate. I know it sounds fucking crazy because it is fucking crazy. But I think that it's so fucking crazy, that it might actually work."

   Abel relaxed slightly and let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, go on."

"Okay, so...we unlocked the journals," Harry began, and Abel's eyes bugged out again, opening his mouth to interject, but Harry held up a finger to shush him. 

   "The first page was a note from both Tate and I's fathers. It was basically a message mainly directed to the person I think that Darren and those little shits worked for. But in the end, it had a message to anyone else reading, that said no power like this should be allowed in the world. And to be honest, Abel, I don't think it should either. I mean, our dad's died, or at least, we think they died, for this software. For keeping this software hidden."

   Abel furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you say that you think they are dead?" 

  "Because Darren told me that my dad was still alive," I mumbled. 

 I wasn't sure if I believed him. I mean, how could a person go twenty years without being found? Without coming to check on their family? It just didn't make sense to me, so for now, I was choosing to believe what I had always believed.

  That my father was dead. 

  "Wow, um...that's a lot to process," Abel muttered.

 I couldn't help but chuckle. "Tell me about it."

 Abel placed the palm of his hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down across his black jeans.

   "So, what you're saying is, Whit shouldn't have this software?" He asked nervously.

 "I don't think anyone should. The plan is, we take a week or a week and a half to develop the fake software, which shouldn't be too hard to fake considering no one's ever seen it in action before. And then, once it's finished, you can run some fake tests with it, just make it like the other hacking software you use, but amp it up a bit. Then, we go about the mission we originally discussed for when Grayson goes to return the money to Whit," Harry replied.

   Abel looked slowly between Harry and me. "What about you guys? What's your plan for all of this? You do realize as soon as they realize it's a fake, they're going to come after you," Abel began, but then his face faltered a bit.

  "And me. They're going to come after me..." he trailed off, looking spaced out as he came to this realization.

    Harry crouched down on his knees in front of Abel, placing on hand on his knee.

  "No, they are not. I won't let them. We will figure out a way to make it so that when they realize it's a fake, the only person it will point back to is me. And as for us, we are going to continue to find the rest of what we need to access the software," Harry explained, and Abel looked at him in confusion.

  "What happened to five seconds ago when you said that no one should have it?" He cried out, unable to process any of the insane ideas Harry and I were throwing at him.

  Harry just laughed and patted his knee, shaking his head a bit. "No one should have it. But, I just think that maybe if we can get it open, then maybe we can find a way to shut it down for good," he replied, and Abel relaxed a little bit, nodding slightly as he began to understand. 

  Abel removed his glasses to clean them, before promptly placing them back on his face, blowing out a puff of air. 

   Then, he looked over to me.

 "Well, Tate, I always did promise you that I would help you find a way out of this, I guess this is it," he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

    My lips spread into a grin, and I threw my arms around Abel.

 "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cried out, and Harry chuckled in amusement at my little celebration.

   Abel wrapped his arms back around me and patted my back.

 "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the greatest, I know," he laughed. "I mean, if I am going to risk my life for anyone, it might as well be the both of you," he sighed.

     Harry didn't throw back a sarcastic comment, he didn't make a joke of the situation. Instead, he came to sit on the other side of Abel and wrapped his arms around both of us.

    "Thanks, Abel," he mumbled, and it was so genuine and sincere, I think it threw Abel off guard a bit. 

  "Alright, alright! If you hug me any longer, Styles, I'm gonna have to tell the rest of the boys at work what a softie you are!" He teased, and Harry pulled back immediately, displaying a face full of mock horror.

  "You wouldn't dare!"

   "Oh, I would," Abel replied, wiggling his eyebrows up and down a bit.

   Harry and I scooted back to give Abel his personal space back, and we all leaned back into the couch a little more.

  "So, where are you guys even planning on going anyways? Where are the journals telling you to go?" Abel asked, looking back and forth between us. 

    Harry reached for the two journals on the coffee table and placed them in his lap, looking back up at us.

  "Why don't we find out?" He smiled.

  Abel and I couldn't help but return his smile. Was what we were planning to do absolutely fucking crazy? Yes. Was it dangerous, and extremely life-threatening? Also yes. But did those two factors somehow give it an edge of excitement? One hundred percent yes. 

   It was thrilling, even though it shouldn't be. I was terrified, I had no idea what these next few weeks, or even months, would bring us. But I did know that I would have Harry by my side, and with him, anything and everything was an adventure. 

   I just prayed that our little fairytale came equipped with a happy ending. 

Harry handed my dad's journal to me, and Abel's eyes quickly flitted between them both.

   I smiled at Harry and gave him a shrug, before flipping the journal open. I turned the first blank page that the first half of the letter had been taped to, and went to the next, only to furrow my eyebrows, in even more confusion than I had been when we first unlocked the journals.

   "This page isn't even in fucking English! What do I look like? Google translate?" I cried out, slumping back into the couch. 

   Harry just laughed and stood up to come and sit next to me, bringing his dad's journal with him. 

   "Relax, sweetheart. Mine isn't in English either. It's Latin, actually," he informed me, and I looked at him in shock.

  "You speak Latin?" I asked.

  Abel chuckled, and Harry smirked, and I seemed to be the only one not in on something.

  "Harry speaks a lot of languages," Abel laughed, and I looked back up to Harry for confirmation.

 "You do? Why?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

   He reached up to tug a few stray hairs behind my ears before answering. "Because I have to interrogate and kill people from all over the world. I have to understand what they're saying to me before I-" he stopped talking, but used his finger to make a slicing motion across his neck. 

   I was surprised that his words didn't make me recoil into my seat. I guess it was something that I had sadly come to terms with. This was his job, and no amount of worry or fear from me would change what he had done or what he might have to do in the future. 

   "Gotcha," I chuckled, brushing it off as if he had just told me the weekly weather forecast. "So, what does it say?" I asked, handing him my father's journal. 

    There were only a few words on each of the pages in the journals, and he skimmed his eyes over both of them for a moment before finally replying.

  "Okay, so my dad's says, 'tantum vincit amor odium,' which means, 'only love can drive out hate," he began, before shifting his focus to my dad's journal.

   "And your dad's says, 'QUINQUE verbis, quod paulo determinare fata tui,' which translates to, 'FIVE little words that determine your fate," he continued. 

   Abel and I scrunched up our noses at his words, still not following at all.

 "Why is the word five capitalized?" Abel asked, pointing to the capitalized word on the page. 

"Yeah, and why the fuck is it in Latin?" I added, both of us looking at Harry for some sort of answer. 

   Harry was looking straight ahead though, looking as if he were in his own little world.

 "Only love can drive out hate," he mumbled, bringing up his thumb and forefinger to tug at his bottom lip.

   "Five little words that determine your fate," he continued, tapping his free hand against the page in his father's journal.

  Abel and I watched as suddenly, a small grin began on Harry's face, growing wider and wider, until all of his pearly white teeth were on display, and he let a chuckle tumble off of his lips.

   "What?" Abel and I both asked at the same time.

"Our dads were fucking geniuses, that's what!" he replied.

   When Abel and I just continued to give him puzzled expressions, he let out a sigh and looked over at both of us.

  "Okay, so, the message is in Latin, first of all, which seems random, until you look at what the message actually says," he began and then moved his finger to scan over the words on the pages.

  "Only love can drive out hate. Five little words that determine your fate," he spoke, repeating the same phrase we had already been mulling over. 

   Abel and I continued to stare blankly at him.

 "Oh for fuck's sake you guys! They are talking about the five romance languages!" He cried out.

  "No fucking way. That's fucking brilliant," Abel murmured out, finally catching on.

 "So, what does that mean in relation to the software?" I asked.

  "I think what it means is, we need to go to Spain, Portugal, France, Italy, and Romania. The five romance languages derived from Latin. The next couple of pages are poems or stories, and if I had to guess, I'd say that each of them has something to do with one of the five locations," he explained. 

  My jaw dropped open slightly at his words, but then, I was smiling right along with Harry and Abel.

  "So, when we run, we're going to quite literally be running all over the world," I chuckled.

 Harry placed a hand on my thigh and gripped it gently.

  "Exactly. The only question left now is, where do you want to go first?"

AN: AHH I BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT! WHO IS EXCITED FOR TATE AND HARRY'S LIL TRIPS HEHE! I AM BUT ALSO NERVOUS FOR THEM! AND WE LOVE ABEL SO MUCH OMG HE IS THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, I'LL TRY TO HAVE TO NEXT ONE UP SOON! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! ILY ALL SM! xx

P.S. SORRY THE UPDATE TOOK A LIL LONGER THAN EXPECTED, I STILL HAVEN'T FULLY RECOVERED FROM THE GOLDEN MUSIC VIDEO!