•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Seventeen•

Static vision. Morgans eyes were going fuzzy by the second. She had spent a good few hours edited together pictures from last night's concert. Some of the final products turnt out so so so well! She could get use to this job. But, it had to end at some point. That thought disappointed her and hoped it would be a few months before they found Luis or a replacement. It was coming up to lunch. The boys hadn't returned yet but the rest of the staff and manager had left to set up tonight's show.

Morgan's stomach rumbled and ached after only drink a coffee. She was gonna have a lollipop she found on the shelf but she couldn't guess the expiry date and decided to not give it a chance. She had just finished edited when she noticed the silence that draped the walls of the bus. She needed to socialize and she needed lunch. So best to head out she agreed to herself and began packing away her photogrpahy kit, replacing it on the shelf. Turning on her heels to the narrow door, she places her plan on the handle and turns it. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. Locked. Anxiety began to bubble in her throat. She tried again. Nothing. The bubbles began to throth into her mouth. Again. Nothing. Alone. Stuck. Hungry.

Desperate to escape the confines of the bus she tried one last time. Nothing. Anxiety began to drown her. Tears began to soak her cheeks. Morgan hated being alone when she was with people. She use to live alone which was fine but when she was apart of a group, a camp or this new palaye family. She despised to be alone. Especially when she hadn't ventured out to see what location that tonight's concert was held at. Tears continuously flowed like waterfalls making her vision cloudy and her head spin. As quick as she could she mad eit up back to her bed to rest. Waiting in an empty room for someone, anyone, to return and replace the silence with laughter. But no one came.

Morgan continued to cry, without care that she soaked her pillow and without care of how old and mature she should be. She didnt like abandonment especially as it had only recently occurred when she was left at the service station.

Crying. She continued for what seemed like an eternity. The tears seemed to block not only her tear ducts but her ears as well as she failed to hear someone ascend the stairs to the bunks. Her curtain was quickly drawn back and a hand was placed on her back startling her! immediately her tears and sobbing stopped as she turned in alarm to see her comforter. It was none other than the rockstar Remington Leith himself. In that split second of a moment Morgan seemed to freeze time and recalled every detail within Remingtons facial expression. His furrowed brows, wide eyes, parted lips, hair drooping, jawline razor sharp. The jawline didnt identify his emotion but it was definitely one that could cut butter as Morgan noted. His words broke the daydream. "Are you okay? What's wrong Morgan?" He questioned in woe.
"I..I.. " her voice continued to break so she thought it was best to stop and reclaim her voice.
"What happened? Why are you crying? Please, you can talk to me." Remington persisted. Eventually Morgan revealed her fear of abandonment and claustrophobia. In the explanation Remington helped her down again from her tomb and sat with her on the floor going over insecurities. Sharing stories to eachother in comfort. "You know I use to hate going on stage first! It scared the crap outta me," Remington explained,
"No way?!" Morgan gawked,
"Yeah. That's why my brothers go first and I join at the opening line, you dont have to hide your fears. If you're open and fight with someone you can either overcome or adapt. " Rmeington smiled at how his words were soaked in like a sponge from Morgan. She was very very grateful to have someone tot all to after all these years technically alone. "I really appreciate that Remington. You..." she corrected "...everyone here has been so so so kind to me. Giving me a home and a bed and a job, I couldn't ask for more" said Morgan. "Look. As long as you're with us we are family. You are a fan and a friend and so much more..." Remingtons words laced Morgan with future hope as she blushed, "...never be afraid whilst you're here. And if you get stuck again..." he thought over a solution, "I'll get you a personal radio like mine" he smiled " right now that we've talked and you're not that sad let's do something fun and get you some clothes" they both remembered that Morgan owned nothing but her small bag of items, the new merch hoodie, the clothes she was wearing and her camera. They laughed in agreement. "Thank you but I have no money" she replied.
"Dont worry I'll sort that out, no buts"
"Yes boss" she saluted, and the pair got up from the floor and exited the bus together, Morgan no longer trapped and alone...