•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Nineteen•

They say that when a hug involving two people exceeds the limit of twenty or so seconds, your body releases chemicals and hormones that enable you and your mind to trust the person you are hugging. With the amount fo time that a simple photographer and a God hot rockstar were hugging, I guess you could say they definitely trusted eachother. Definitely.

The moment couldn't last forever however. Not yet at least. The silence and awkwardness that was starting to build up was quickly broken by replies of gratitude from Morgan once again. And familiar reply of reassurance that it was okay came from Remington. "Let's grab you a radio..." Remington explained and lead Morgan back down the tour bus stairs to the ground floor. There seated at the familiar round table was the rest of the team, minus staff and manager. Neither Morgan nor Remington heard the boys presence - probably too engrossed and sucked into he moment of their human contact. They waved away the fact that they didn't hear them and acted cool and controlled as if they did. Remington greeting them first quickly passing Morgan a spare radio telling her she will help with hoe to use it later. Morgan held aback feeling unwelcome yet again but was dragged back into the conversations through the vocals of Emerson "Come on Morgan, join the table....you look amazing by the way - I'm feeling inspired by your look- I will draw later" Emerson claimed and the rest of the group including Remington gestured for her to join seated around the table.

Morgan began to ease up around the rest of the group. She found them all rather entertaining, thanking the gods once again for their gift of friendship and hospitality. She couldn't have asked for a better position in life, even through hard and horrid circumstances. The conversations ended when Sebastian and Austin's stomached groaned in unison: clearly indicating it was time for their dinner before showtime. "What shall we have then lads?" Austin questioned the table and they all thought together open minded together.

After some time of arguments and recommendations of dishes in London they settled on two different familiar options; McDonalds or KFC. "How are we meant to decide between the two?" Daniel asked leaving blank answers of 'ums' and 'ughs'. Mirgan kept her gaze down not wanting to decide for them nor to suggest a new option. She didnt mind at all, as long as she could fill her empty stomach. That's when it became her responsibility...."Mademoiselle, what would you have?" Emerson questioned Morgan directly. His eyes were full of happiness to an extent but they were also directly looking into Morgans, anxiety flared up within hers as she broke contact searching the room of other people for a distraction or excuse. She found none. "I'm not entirely sure you decide"
"A tough one, so tough not even a lady can answer" Andrew chuckled at the mention of a decision based around food. Morgan loved the boys. More than anything. Rmeington especially. But she couldn't calm her nerves. After a short period of time yet again she needed to be either alone in her own space or with one other person. She did well in front of concert crowds with a barricade inbetween but not in an enclosed crowd of idols around a table. "I'm sorry guys as much as I'd love to eat with you all I have a few things to do before tonight's show, excuse me" Morgan left no time for replies or concerns and headed upstairs and continued packing away her purchases of the day. She heard a few more mutters from the lower floor then a door shut.

When she was sure of their departure, she resumed her place at the table after pouring herself a glass of water admiring the appearance of the bus, her home.

She was lost in her thoughts distracted until surprised by the entrance door opening again. She remained calm and forgetful thinking it was along a member of staff collecting a radio. It wasnt. The person, or people rather, that were at the door were the boys that departed not long ago. This time they entered with bag of food from both McDonalds and KFC. Morgan wasnt quick enough to escape the table before being wedged in between Remington and Emerson who sat comfortably. Eventually the group revealed their plan. "Look Morgan. You're new yes but that doesn't matter. You're family. We're quite font of you. Some more than others..." Sebastian explained eyeing Rmeington at the last comment. Sebastian continued "...we thought we'd come back and wat with you. You know you can talk to us and spend time with us, you are not strict staff, you are the photographer. You are meant to be with us and enjoy yourself. You dont need to hide away in fear that you are foreign. You are not. So tuck in. We didnt know what you wanted so Remington guessed." Tears began to build up in Morgans eyes. She calmed herself before they ran free down her face and thanked the group and complimented on their meal choises quirkely. The group that now included Morgan had many conversations during dinner some regular conversation some about Morgan specifically. She finally felt free to express and talk with the others afterall they were family. Finishing up a conversation with empty meal boxes and wrappers scattered about the table the radios that each remember, now including Mirgan, psoessped buzzed and sounded with the all too familiar voice of authority, "GeNtS aNd LaDy...ShOw TiMe In TwO hOuRs. ThE oPeNeR iS oN! Go GeT rEaDy AnD bE bAcKsTaGe WiThIn ThE hOuR."

And with that announcement the littered tables was cleared in seconds and the members fled upstairs and got into their full on outfits and began to apply scarfs, earpieces and makeup. Remington and Morgan remained for a second longer downstairs, "makeup?" The rockstar asked,
"Huh?" Morgan questioned confused,
"Makeup. Do you wear it?"
"Sometimes but I dont own any it was in my suitcase on the coach."
"No worries, I can help? And I have a few spare Palette Royales if you wanted some?"
"You want to do my makeup?" Morgan asked surprised.
"Of course! Is that a yes?"
"I guess so..." She was cut short as Rmeington dragged her upstairs to his bunk in search of his labelled makeup bag to apply his familiar and signature look to his new love interest...