•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twenty-Eight•

"Hey guys. Have you seen Remington anywhere? I haven't seen him this morning," Morgan questioned Remington's brothers as they sat slumped clothed in night-wear around the tour bus table.
The group had arrived at tonight's concert location a few hours ago but Morgan slept straight through it like the Princess and the Pea - minus the pea - and had only risen a few moments ago. "Uh nooooo I umm," Sebastian grunted as he rubbed his chin and gazed at the ceiling in thought.
" I haven't seen him, sorry Morgan," Emerson stated sophisticated and politely giving of a smirk of happiness. At the end of their replies Morgan eyed the boys with suspicion for no longer than a second then thanked them and moved along back to up to her solitary bunk to prepare for the rest of the day not thinking too much of the minorly abnormal behaviour, little did she know the silenced giggles Remingtons brothers were making when the photographers back was turned.

A few hours later and it was show time. Morgan had spent most of the day alone staying in her bunk, working on some video edits in Luis's absence as well as editing her snaps from previous concerts for the boys instagram. An edit of Austin and Andrew was also made for enjoyment and practice their outfits and setting with the ranges if lighting were to pleasing to a photographers eyes - Morgan smiled to herself as she praised how aesthetic they all were. A sudden noise began to shout "ShOW TiMe In 20 MiNuTeS, sOmEoNe FiNd ReMiNgToN!!" The familiar voice of the manager screeched through Morgans radio startling her. Before she could process the message she collected herself in minor shock. Forgetting the order for Remingtons location to be found she began to head over to her spot infront of the stage: Closing the millions of tabs on the desktop and shutting it down, placing the laptop on the tiny shelf in the corridor of the bus as well as pulling her shoes on she was almost ready. A grab of the staff pass, a hair tie and her camera Morgan bee-lined to backstage then through the venues many doors to the front of the stage.

Upon arrival Morgan was made to smile widely - a grin from ear to ear as she saw that a raised platform was put down in front of the stage after she explained to Remington she was super short and shots of the full band was hard from low angles. She felt blessed as if she were a toddler getting the step that would usually be located at the bathroom and kitchen sink. The smile continued throughout the night as eventually all the boys including Remington were present and performing. She hadn't worried earlier as Austin told her Remington was out shopping all day as she passed him on route to her 'spot'. She happily let Remington have his own space. Its not like they were dating.

The high positive energy night of the concert had to come to a close. The fans were sweaty and tired and nost of the members - excluding Remington surprisingly - were exhausted and drained. They had a short celebration then went straight to the bus to sleep without a second thought. Morgan however was not tired and walked back to her chamber in a painfully slow walk collecting her thoughts as an individual strolling across the French cobblestone that was placed upon the pavement that enveloped the venue in its perimeter.

A few seconds later and a familiar raspy voice stopped the photographer in her tracks. Who knew a unique voice such as this one could have so much power in sound and spirit, the trance that so many people and fans succumbed too, "Hello Remington. That was a good show. You okay? " her voice low as he caught up to her strolling around the surrounding area of the tour bus and venue. "Yeah, thank you," Remington replied chuckling slightly, "A walk?" He asked just as they arrived at the entrance of the bus. Without Morgan noticing Remington's brothers peered out of one of the small windows smiling like teenagers at their brother concealing themselves only if they thought they were in sight of Morgans vision.

Not a sigh, not a grunt nor a moan, Morgan was happy to have such beautiful and talented company, she would never turn down an offer from Remington Leith, and so replied quickly, "Of course!"
"This way," he gestured smiling. The pair walked side by side as Remington directed Morgan through the twists and turns of Paris, her curiosity got the best of her as she soon came to realise their was a destination approaching, "Where are we going?"
"Oh um, no where just walking," He lied
"Are you sure? Are we lost? "
"Oh boy no no no, we are perfectly fine just a few more turns and then were are there," he smiled,
"So there is a destination! Aha," Morgan had figured it out and was quite proud of herself. Remington wasnt annoyed at all. He smiled at her as she smiled back, they glanced into eachothers eyes every so often and they both were blushing. Something was charging up - a spark of love? " About last night I'm sorry we didnt get to talk about the um ya know," Mirgan began to bring up the conversation they were supposed to have, but Rmeington refused to let them mood changed, "oh dont worry we can discuss another time we..." before the rockstar could finish they had arrived at their Paris location....

An isolated balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower, candles lit the perimeter of the fence, ivy cascaded down the stone walls creating a perfect backdrop of the area that concealed their vision of Paris, a perfect vintage red and white picnic blanket lay spread across the floor and a sweet smelling basket filled with goodies lay in the centre of the blanket. The scene Remington had created looks like a fairytale, a movie scene.

Morgan gasped her mouth forming a perfect O is awe. " You did this?" Remington rubbed the back of his neck eitj his right palm wiping the small drips of anxiety sweat, " um yeah, do you like it? Its ugh..." he paused then nodded to himself in confidence, " Yes. I set this up for you, for us. It is Paris after all, " Morgan walked around the blanket staring into the open area soaking in the view of Paris as if getting a tan, " I, I dont know what to say, " leaning on the bars that ivy entwined, " I love it so much. The perfect view of Paris..." she then muttered; " the city of love ..." she turned to face the singer with a raised eyebrow as he stared back grinning with gleam, "Is this a date Remington? " Morgan questioned gesturing to his set up, Remington glanced at the floor were the blanket lay flat then back up at the female, replying ever so bluntly, " Yes Morgan. This is our first date!" Morgans grin spread further eyes creasing as her cheeks moved towards her eyes due to her smile, this was her first date and it was going to be perfect....