•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Thirty•

Morgan along with everyone woke up to managers return as stomped up the buses stairs as if he was the embodiment of an alarm clock. He had been at the closest French police station all night so no one complained to his tired expression as he dragged himself to bed. Before he could descend into a slumber Remington quickly crawled out of bed and stopped in his path asking him a few questions regards last night, "Did they find out who the man was?" The manager grunted, "Is it really related to Luis?" He grunted again, "is there any inform-" he was silenced by a shush and another grunt. The rest of the people on the bus were now peeping out behind the curtains of their bunks including the anxious photographer. "I will tell you... all of you more information later. We've been allowed to carry on the tour so we are about to head of to the next location, you have a photoshoot soon as well so we need to get going. I'm going to bed and oh-" the manager collected a plastic bag with a red zip lock out from his pocket, black writing were scribbled across the plastic like a childs drawing, "-this I belive is Morgan's," he explained handing the item to Remington and then he quickly sprawled himself into bed closing the curtain. The staff and members were definitely not going to hear from him for a few hours. And with that the engine roared into life startling the crew and the bus took off.

"Here you go," Remington explained as he held the object with an outstretched arm towards Morgan. "Thank you," she explained sitting up to examine what it was. She gestured for the rockstar to sit beside her as she drew bag the darkness of the curtain. "What is it?" He asked eager to discover what the mystery item was in the baggie. "I'm not entirely sure," Morgan replied as she began to unwrap it. The answer was then clear - it was her phone! "My phone!" She squilled quietly "it has been returned," she mocked in a deeper toned voice. Remington giggled, "so it has, any messages?" He questioned when it turned on. Morgans face sunk in sadness as she was suprised at the lack of notifications on her device; no messages from friends, no emails for business enquires not even a message from her setting to say her device needed charging.  Remington saw the disappointment in her face and cupped his right hand around her chin lifting her gaze up to meet his. "Now now cheer up it's not the end of the world you know - what's your instagram?" Morgan smiled warmly at his embrace as she told him her details. A second later after Remington tapped something onto his phone a notification appeared on the photographers. *1 new notication from Instagram: Remington Leith started following you* Morgan instantly smiled and continued to stare at Remington as he continued to hold her chin to his gaze, he then leant in for the kiss and they both were prepared for the passion. However, they were not prepared for the smack in the face from a pillow. As they searched to see who the culprit was that throw the cushion they spotted a smirk from Emerson who cried "get a room!" before concealing himself behind his curtain. Morgan and Remington giggled. "I think I'm gonna have another hours sleep before the shoot, I want ya to come with me if that's okay, behind the scenes shots?" Remington asked Morgan.
"Of course I'll come if you want me there - I'm gonna grab a cup of tea and get some editing done for your page," she replied with a smile.
"Okays see you soon," he smiled he almost went to peck her on the lips again when he heard a grunt from Emerson. He smiled at Morgan then returned to his bed bunk to sleep and Morgan prodded downstairs careful bot to spill anything on the moving bus as she made her tea.

A few hours later and it was photoshoot time. The studio was only a 20 minute walk from the venue location and only 2 people spotted the band members asking for photographs which they happily accepted and Morgan took. Inside was a big hall with four stations of backdrops including red, black, white and stone backgrounds in block colours. The floor was a snake pit of wires connecting to tripod and lights and anything electrical including an industrial fan on wheels. "The boys are here Margret get your camera ready!" A lady in her mid forties called out to another girl in her twenties. They both wore business attire, the elder women clearly a makeup artist with a strapped pouch around her waist that held brushes of every size and shape. "Yes right away," Margret explained as she set up first at stone backdrop. "Nice to see you again Serena," Remington explained hugging the artist, greeting her. Emerson and Sebastian embraced her as well then went over to the mirror to ensure they looked fabulous and of course they did, Morgan stand there behind Remington taking in all the equipment she knew she loved as a photographer herself. Caught in a daydream Morgan didn't hear at first Serena's greeting, "Sorry I didn't hear you," Morgan explained,
"A photographer I see, starstruck by the equipment -That's alright dear. What's your name?" Serena asked,
"My names Morgan, nice to meet you..."
"Serena. The names Serena. Are you the bands photographer then?"
"That she is. And an amazing one at that," Sebastian cried calling Rem over to hurry up. "You all look fine so there is no need for me today," Serena explained, "I'll see you all soon. Keep them entertained Margret!" She cried and left after a grunt came from the studio photographer.

An hour passed of the boys running through routine poses with few props of gas masks. At Morgan's questioning look Emerson tapped his nose and explained a single word of the 'bastards'. She still didn't know what was coming but waved the thoughts away. She had taken many behind the scenes and even some shots herself whilst the photographer wasnt looking. Soon it was time to leave. "Heres yours shoes Rem," Morgan explained giving the singer his doctor Martin's as she looked at him hoping the nickname was okay to use. It was as if he was telepathic-" the names fine Morg?" He said as she nodded to say her nickname was okay. "Show time brothers!" Sebastian explained as the group headed to the door after they thanked Margret. " Cant wait!" Emerson explained. "Have you asked her?" Emerson looked questionably at his brother, Remington shushed him by Morgan had already heard. "What's up?" She asked to the group as they continued to walk down the street back to the tour bus. "Fine," Remington grunted to his younger brother " Morgan?"
"Yes?"
"Would you... by any chance... like to????"
"What?" She asked impatiently, Remingtons sighed finally getting out his question, "Morgan. Will you sing with me tonight at the concert?" Morgans jaw dropped...