7 summers :Morgan Wallen

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With tour quickly approaching Scarlett became more and more stressed as she prepared. No one knew how much planning went into something this big.

She stood outside of big loud leaning against the brick building staring at the Nashville sights. Morgan walks out dip in his lip, grin spread across his face.

"Hey" he muttered leaning against the wall next to her.

She was already on the verge of a panic attack from the huge weight she had on her shoulders and Morgan could tell.

"Hey" She muttered her face turning pale. She rubbed her eye underneath her ray bans and looked over at him.

"You alright?" Morgan asks his voice filled with concern. "Mmhm" Scarlett muttered the stress took over and she broke down.

As tears fled down her face she slid down the wall curling into a ball on the pavement. Morgan wanted to hold her but knew she didn't want that.

He crouched down and started to rub her back for comfort. "What's wrong scar? You want me to leave?" Morgan asks trying to comfort her but not be touchy.

"No, stay please" Scarlett was too tired and upset to be angry at him. She really missed him. She wanted his comfort.

"Okay, I've got you" Morgan wrapped his arm around her and she didn't fight it. She moved closer and curled up in his arms. He rubbed her back tracing imaginary patterns on it as she cried.

"I hate you so much, but hold me" Scarlett muttered Morgan agreed. He held her closer and tighter as she layed in his arms.

His strong arms and warm embrace quickly relaxed her so she sat back up. "You ok?" Morgan softly asks placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm stressed" Scarlett mumbles. "Go home scar, take a break, you've done so much" Morgan spoke softly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and gently caressing her cheek.

"But what about packing all my stuff for tomorrow, I need to get it don-" scarlet is cut off.

"Shhh, go home me and Micheal will handle it" Morgan muttered helping her up and to her car. He sat her in the front seat and sat her ray bans on top of her head. "Cya tomorrow, text Micheal if you need a ride" Morgan muttered smiling as he shut her door.

"Hold on!" Scarlett shouts out of her window Morgan stops in his tracks. "Yeah?" Morgan asked.

"Has your number changed?" Scarlett asked pulling out her phone. "Uh, no it's still the same" Morgan replied walking back over. "Is yours still, 865-409-1021?" He asked.

"How the hell do you remember, but yeah it is" Scarlett spoke waving as she rolled her window up and drove off.
Morgan waved and walked back inside bumping into Micheal.

"Oh! Shit! Sorry man" Morgan apologized. "Your good, what took you so long?" Micheal questions Morgan rubs the back of his neck.

"Comforting Scar, I sent her home" Morgan replied. Michaels eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

"You, Comforting Scar?, the scar who hates your guts?" Micheal asked a confused look plastered on his face. "Yes, I did she needed it ok?" Morgan replied.

"Don't doubt it, but I thought she hated you" Micheal asked sitting next to Morgan in his office. "She does, but she asked me to hold her, I wasn't gonna turn her down and let her sit and cry alone, who do you think I am?" Morgan asked grabbing his pen and notebook.

"Well, is she still comin on tour tomorrow?" Micheal asked concern in his eyes as he tapped his pen.
"Yeah, she'll be here" Morgan replied. Micheal sighed in relief.