Save me. (Remington Leith X Andy Biersack)

Chapter 72

Remington has to really force himself not to tip all the pills into his hand, and a wallows two and leaves the room before having a chance to do something stupid.

Or not stupid.

He goes back down the stairs, where Andy is still in the living room, and joins the man on the sofa. "I need to set a reminder on my phone or something," he says, mostly to himself.

"Let me take you out tomorrow," Andy offers.

Remington yawns. He really should get more sleep. "Okay," he responds, "if you organise it all, though." The boy gives his lover a cute pout.

Chuckling, Andy hums. "Of course I will, sweetheart. I'll pick you up at two, yeah? Don't wear anything too restricting."

In the evening, after Andy has gone home, Emerson joins his brothers eating takeaway and watching television. The three of them argue about what to watch, and it ends in a fit of laughter. "Pirates of the Caribbean," Remington keeps repeating.

"No," Sebastian protests, "I'm so bored of Johnny Depp." He laughs at the face his little brother makes when he says this.

"You can't be 'bored of Johnny Depp'," the singer mocks, grabbing the remote from Emerson. "Pirates of The Caribbean."

Emerson raises an eyebrow. "You two are like fucking animals."

"I'm a cat, he's a donkey?" Remington chimes, pointing to the guitarist with a grin.

"No," the drummer answers, "You're both idiots."

The two older brothers exchange glances, and Sebastian laughs. "You do know that idiot isn't a species of animal, right?" He snatches the remote from Remington, who whines and tries to get it back.

With a humorous smile, Emerson nods. "I am quite aware."

Remington watches with a pout as Sebastian searches through Netflix. "I wanted Pirates," he mumbles, disappointed. He really was looking forward to watching it. His brown eyes light up when the film comes on, and he looks at his big brother. "You put it on."

"Yes," Sebastian says, "I did put it on. Because I can't upset you. You better not fucking fall asleep half way through."

The boy grins. "Don't you want me to get more sleep?" He lies down across both of his brothers and sighs in content.

Chuckling and putting the remote down, Sebastian strokes Remington's hair, knowing that the younger likes it. "Oh, that reminds me. I got you some sleeping pills. They're by your bed. Hopefully they'll help." The man was reluctant about getting his brother any more pills, just because he is aware of the temptation when it's so easy to access them, but decided that it's important for Remington to get some proper sleep, even if it does mean encountering the danger of him wanting to swallow them all at once. He has faith that Remington would never let it get that out of hand without asking for help, like he did the other night.

"Thanks," Remington mumbles, focussing on the television.

For a while, the three just watch the movie, all content and happy to be in each other's company. Emerson is so relieved to see that his best friend is smiling again, and though he hates to admit it to himself, Sebastian is doing a really really good job of looking after him. If there's one thing Sebastian is incredible at, it's taking care of his brothers. And playing the guitar, obviously.

The little brother has seen the comments under Remington's tweet about their interview, and isn't sure if Remington has seen them. He probably hasn't. Since the hotel incident, he hasn't been nearly as active as he used to be on social media.

Fans are horrified at the news. They can't understand how anyone would hurt Remington. No one can.

Well, Remington thinks he understands. Because he's ugly. Because he's useless. That's why she hurt him. That's what he tells himself when things get hard. It's easier to believe that than to not have a fucking clue.

Even if what he believes is wrong.

It's difficult to come to terms with it all. Difficult for fans to even process what their idol has been through, how he hid it for so long, how it almost destroyed him.

Just difficult.

Remington does fall asleep half way through the film, curling into his brothers for safety. Sebastian pauses the movie and stands up with the younger in his arms, careful not to wake him, and carries him upstairs. He tucks his brother in bed and kisses his head, glad that the boy is sleeping, and prays that tonight isn't one of those nights.

"How's he been recently?" Emerson askes once Sebastian comes back down.

The guitarist sighs, switching off the tv. "A bit all the place, honestly," he answers, sitting back down. "Last night he seemed really sad. He's been spending time with Andy though, which is good. He seems happy with Andy."

The younger hums, thoughtful. "How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?"

"Take care of him so well? How do you not find it horrible to see him so down?"

"I find it heart breaking, Em, I just hide it. If he knew how upsetting it is for me he'd never ask for help.