•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twenty-Nine•

Black, Blues and Yellows filled the sky. A dark twilight that didn't arouse any fear. A darkness that was truly beautiful. A wonderful night scape. The lights of the city and centre peice of the Eiffel Tower shone like diamonds illuminating the balcony picnic set up that was also encased in ivy. It was definitely a perfect night, nothing like a nightmare. Morgan and Remington talked for hours discussing interests and family getting closer and closer mentally and physically. Inches away from each other upon the crimson blanket. Staring at each other and then the sky. If only they knew that both agreed in their heads that each other was prettier than their view. "You know Morgan," Remington turned and faced the photographer, Morgan did the same in full attention "yes Remington?," she smiled. "What's on your mind," she replied promiscuously, " Do you really want to give this a go? Us I mean?" It was cute that the rockstar was making sure, his company replied instantly: "Yes of course I do Remington. You're amazing and talented and kind. I've never met anyone like you. What about yourself?" She questions slightly nervous of his upcoming reply, "Morgan...." He grabbed her hands and closed them in his, "....Yes! Of course I do. Ever since I saw you at the service station and the journey we've taken since I see myself with you and want to do everything I can for you. If you're willing to try with me,"
"Of course I am. I feel the same way Remington." With a boost of confidence Morgan went to embrace Remington in a hug but Remington went for the same approach and the pair ended up in a seemingly comedic scene and bashed their foreheads together. Instantly retracting from their action they looked into eachothers eyes and laughed until their lungs hurt and it made them both happy and made them feel safe. Finally gaining senses from wheezing the singer asked if it was time to go back to the bus "of course you have a show tomorrow you must be exhausted from tonight's one too." Morgan replied helping him demolish his romantic set up to carry back to the bus together.

Along the journey through the twists and turns of the backstreets of France the pair talked and talked, giggling and smiling. Remington even shared a few secrets upon the supposedly upcoming bastards era but Morgan got too confused to retain the detail of his career plans. Finally arriving at their home on wheels Remington stopped Morgan to conclude the night in a passionate embrace. The night was silent, the sky dark, the air cold but still, the pair stood facing eachother smiling and then they went in for the kiss.

Sparks like fireworks erupted within their chests, their hearts beating like Emersons drum, romantic chords of emotion strung like Sebastians guitar inside of them. They embraced eachother for what seemed like an eternity until they had to unfortunately break free for a necessary moment of breath. "Remington that was..."
"Magic?" He finished her sentence smirking at his corny remark but she nodded in agreement. He smiled at that and pulled her closer for a hug. A short photographer and a tall rockstar; their bodies fit together like puzzle peices arms wrapped around eachother, heads muzzled in eachothers knecks.

The night seemed to be going fantastically perfect until it wasn't when Morgan opened her sleepy eyes and peered over Remingtons shoulder moving his hood out the way she pulled away quickly, her body shaking with fear. Remington being confused eventually followed her gaze behind him to find a hooded figure creep dressed all in black struggling to unlock Palaye Royales tour bus door. Morgan finally released her emotions in a squeel causing Remington flight or fight response to kick in immediately as he charged at the figure who was easily knocked down as he must of been expected the band and staff to be asleep at this hour of the morning.

Morgans voice grew louder as she called for help naming all the members and staff that she could remember especially Sebastian and Emerson. Lights began to flick on inside the bus and feet began to stomp down the bus stares shaking the vehicle as Remington continued to fight to keep the creep pinned to the ground. The bus door eventually burst open as Remingtons brothers came to see the commotion. When they saw they sprung into action as quick as cheetahs and helped their brother. Morgan dropped to her knees in a panic as she started at the action that was happening right in front of her. She was still in slight shock over the police mishap. Eventually after a few shouts from the trio the manager, Austin and Andrew raced downstairs as well as a few staff members. When they had knowledge of the situation the manager ran back inside to call for help. Austin and Andrew joined the fight and fortunately the figure was finally knocked out in self defense. Morgan was still scared as she tried to back away from the event, her vision a blur in anxiety the lights began to dim at the hour of the morning and the sky that seemed like such a beautiful night scape began to swallow the figures in the car park and encase them in darkness. Morgan couldn't see who was walking toward her and continued to back away in an effort to protect herself. But when the familiar brothers walked in unison as a trio she knew she was safe and Remington, Sebastian and Emerson was wlaking closer. "Morgan morgan! You okay?" Emerson cried as they finally reached her. The photographer looked again at the hooded person unconscious on the floor with staff and members surrounding him then at the brother band members that surrounded her. She couldn't answer straight away and looked at Remington deep in his eyes in the hope that he would understand what she wanted to say. Thankfully he did and got down to his knees to meet her height and embraced her in a hug to try and calm her. He thanked and prayed to any and every God that she was okay and would be. Sebastian and Emerson stand together next to the pair and inspected the scene leaving any questions they had for when Morgan was alright knowing the events that occurred prior.

Eventually calm and collected Morgan stood on two feet as police arrived on the scene. Although French the band had Emerson to help out and explain. Sebastian stood straight in his slippers with his arms folded annoyed at the situation and Remington held Morgan tightly against his chest. He knew she wasnt found of the situation, none of them were but this one was serious and he needed to leave her with Sebastian as he talked to his manager and the police to get the statement together. "Seb.." he whispered getting his attention then nodding at his love interested. With a brother psychic connection he knee exactly what he was asked to do and collected Morgan from his arms taking her inside as Remington part ways heading towards the cars that shone red and blue.

"Are you okay Morgan?" Sebastian asked handing her a freshly made cup of tea as they sat opposite eachother around the infamous tour bus table. "I'm... " she paused "I'm fine Sebastian. Thank you this," she nodded at his generous homemade tea, "I just...I'm tired,"
"Yeah, stupid situation I don't know what's going on but I think we should be fine. You've got all of us especially Remington," the guitarist commenting causing her to smile knowingly, " We are a family and we will do everything for you okay so hush," Sebastian smiled as she began to drink the tea grinning. Morgan reminded herself once again that she was with her favourite band and had kissed her favourite singer. Regardless of the situation she knew that in years to come nothing would and will stop her from smiling at the thought of that event. That's when Remington emerged from outside along with Emerson, Austin, Andrew and the staff that had come outside too. The staff went upstairs to bed but the familiar faces joined Morgan and Sebastian at the table as more cups of tea were produced. Remington sat next to the photographer facing his brothers and friends. They were all shattered and needed sleep shortly but they needed to know of the situation. "Where's the manager?" Sebastian asked openly; "He's gone with the police to the station to contact the British police" Emerosn replied then looked up from his tea at his family that surrounded the table, "He thinks its related to Luis,".

The night was now not entirely perfect.