•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter One•

"What are you looking at?" Cried a middle aged man dressed in a simple pair of jeans, a white tank top and what seemed to be beer splashed about his torso. He spoke with aggression and some what anger as he was spinning his body round on his heels to face y/n. 

"Nothing. Sorry sir," y/n apologised. 

"Yeah, you wanna be girl!" The angry man cried, turning back round to face the front of the coach. Y/n was on a coach on her way to a second location that was apart of a new photography course she was on. The photoshoot location was held down the road from The Wolfscastle Country Hotel, Treffgarne in Wales. This was a great career opportunity for her as she loved to take photos; y/n wanted to become a famous photographer, like Dorothea Lange or Jill Greenberg or even Annie Leibovitz.

Y/n was a girl in her very early twenties, she lived alone: y/n has always been independent and took any opportunity that was offered in pursuit of her aspiration, this is why she took this course. She loved to travel the world and loved to be different. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling either side or her slim build, she trailed her fingers down her hair, following the reflection in the glass of the coach window finally noticing that it was getting dark, the coaches light was getting turned down to dim so it became hard to see properly. The best solution, she thought, was to head off to sleep; y/n cautiously placed her head onto her scrunched up merch hoodie against the window and drifted off fast asleep.

Hours later and people started pouring out of the coach like an open bag of peas into a source pan but in this case it was a toilet trip at the service station. Immediately waking in frustration, y/n groaned and stretched from instinct. Her phone reading 8.34 AM. After collecting herself she began to put one foot in front of the other and follow the trail of passengers as if it were a zombie style conga dance.

Once inside she groaned at the site of the queue for the female toilets and began to cross her legs in discomfort. At the corner of her eye she noticed that the male gendered toilets had no queue in sight and took this opportunity out of desperation, tucking her hair into her hoodie attempting to hide her face from her fellow passengers - her confidence seemed increase from this spontaneous act and although she made it into a cubicle within the male toilets, her confidence levels did not last. In fact they dropped six feet into the ground and was quickly replaced with embarrassment. 

"No big deal." Y/n mumbled to herself: there was no harm in doing what needed to be done, y/n just had the balls when no one else did and for that she rewarded herself with a pat on the back. It's not easy you know! A few minutes later and it was time to exit the safe zone and politely wash her hands as it is a required part of hygiene even if there are men staring at you like you're an alien. A few seconds to walk to the sink and the room was rid of testosterone: y/n placed her phone onto the side carefully and turned to her left to wash her hands in the sink. After that task was accomplished she turned back to collect her addiction to notice it migrated from next to her to further down the side. But y/n was too tired to think too much of it, it was only 9 AM after all - and instead placed it into her bag and walked out of the toilets smiling back at the crossed legged women that were still waiting in the queue.

Back on the bus, y/n was sat in her same seat and was feeling rather peckish and in need of H20 in the liquid state fast! Budgeting herself five minutes to quickly buy a drink and a snack before she was left stranded at the service station she agreed to make a run for it back inside and immediately grabbed her stuff and jogged to the counter of the nearest store.

Of course the closest store to the entrance happened to be Waitrose: the store that was rather expensive, but there was no time! Y/n had to spend and she had to spend now. She eventually bought a simple chicken sandwich and a lime water all for £13.50!! But she knew it would be worth it: as a starter to the meal that waited for her at lunch and all the other goods the hotel would have, the hotel and the course that she had spent her last savings on. Getting lost in thought y/n forgot she was in a rush! She had mistakenly took too long! Y/n belted outside in pursuit of her vehicle to find her fear was known for the coach gone and she was stranded all alone.

Doing the walk of shame she trotted back inside the station to the nearest bench to make a distress call to a cab company. Sulking, she collected her phone from her bag and turned it on and was shocked to see how her front cover had changed, the new background depict a beautifully shot photograph of a sunset. towards the bottom of the screen the words in white described 'Swipe To Unlock'. This was not her phone! She quickly examined the phone: Same phone case, same phone but not her phone. She began to greet her anxiety demon that started crawling up and out her throat, snarling and scratching the inside of her cheeks, clawing away, burning her making her palms start to sweat but the demon began to get suppressed and y/n was all of a sudden greeted by her fan girl side when a notification popped up from Snapchat from the infamous Sebastian Danzig: the guitarist for her favourite band Palaye Royale! Acting on her fangirl instinct and forgetting her manners, she opened the snap as soon as possible. I mean, who wouldn't? The phone was missing technically anyways - she needs contact information to return the item. The snap included an image of Austin - Palaye Royale's merchandise manager - eating carrots like Luis - Palaye Royale's photographer normally would as y/n had seen on stories. The caption read; 

'eating it just like you! Where are you, we need to head to the next venue?!' 

It was at this moment that y/n realised that the phone she now possessed was not hers but it was the phone of Luis Rodriguez the photographer for the band Palaye Royale.