Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 51

PalayeRoyaleConfessions: Confessionsno. 208: Honestly I think Remington deleting his social medias was such an immature thing for him to do. He would have just logged out, but no, he has to be all special and delete them.

PalayeRoyaleConfessions: Confession no. 209: I don't believe that Remington is actually engaged to Andy Biersack. He just wants attention. He probably bought himself the ring he's been showing people at VIPs. Also Palaye are literally the most immature band I have ever seen. Two tours have been cancelled IN A ROW and they could have stopped it happening. They're only in it for the money.

User 1: @PalayeRoyaleConfessions why the fuck are you still posting these after Remington literally tweeted saying confession pages are really hurtful and that he wants them all to be closed down?!

User 2: @user1 IRK what the fuck? This page is literally a reason why Remington deleted his socials and they're still posting shit like this??

PalayeRoyaleConfessions: @user1 @user2 He deleted his socials. Therefore he can't see these, can he? So what's the big deal?

User 1: @PalayeRoyaleConfessions: We get it! You have lots of followers and you feel entitled. You're not! You don't know Remington personally. None of us do. We don't know what he's thinking. If he asks us to take down confession pages then we take down confession pages. Do you think he wanted to delete his socials? I doubt it. He must've been really hurting for it to get so bad that he felt the need to remove himself completely from social media.

Emerson Barrett and Sebastian Danzig shared.
Palaye Royale: As you all know, Remington already deleted himself from social media because of the amount of toxicity on here. He asked you to close down confession pages because he had a breakdown over them. So why are we still finding confessions on Instagram!?!? TAKE THEM DOWN!

Andy unlocks the door to the Villa with the key that was left under the mat for them and lets Remington in first. It's as wonderful as he hoped it would be. "Holly fuck, look at this place!" Remington admires, walking through into the living room dining area. He opens a glass door leading outside and discovers a swimming pool and a hot tub. "If we don't go skinny dipping at least once this whole holiday is pointless."

Laughing and wrapping an arm around the younger's shoulder, Andy kisses his head. "Good to know you've got your priorities straight," he jokes, "come look at the bedroom."

They wonder into the large bedroom and Remington flops down on the bed. "Oh yeah, it's like lying on a cloud," he sings, and rolls onto his back.

"You're adorable." Andy chuckles, leaving the room and coming back with the bags. He pulls Remington to his feet and the boy finds a pair of shorts and a tank top in the suitcase. "Told you you'd be too hot in jeans," the older teases, and Remington just grins.

"When's the wedding?" He asks, taking his shirt and jeans off.

Andy smiles. "Saturday."

Remington looks at the man. "What-Saturday as in two days away?"

"Yep." He takes his lover's hand. "Beach?"

The two walk down and find a sunny spot on the sand where they sit, and Remington plays with the hem of Andy's shirt. "My brothers are coming, aren't they?" That's one thing he won't compromise. He refuses to get married if Emerson and Sebastian aren't there.

"Yeah, they're flying out on Friday. I've sorted it all out, princess, don't worry. I brought you here to clear your head so let me take care of you, yeah?" He ruffles Remington's hair.

With a satisfied nod, Remington leans against Andy and breathes in the warm air. "I don't want a stag-do or anything," he says calmly, "the idea of a party kinda freaks me out." It's true. He'd feel really unsettled in a party environment if he didn't have Andy with him. Parties just aren't his thing.

Andy hums. "I know." He kisses Remington's hand. "Trust me, sweetheart, everything has been sorted out. All you have to do it put on a suit and say 'I do'."

"Ew. A suit? Who do you think I am? Someone who dresses smartly?" Remington jokes. "And of course I trust you. As long as my brothers will be there and I don't have to go to a party before-hand, everything is fantastic." His hand is kissed again and he smiles.

"Everything is fantastic," Andy assures him. Two children run past them, sending sand into their faces, and they can't help but to laugh as they wipe it off. "Wait, don't open your mouth or you might eat some," Andy says, laughing, and uses his thumb to get the sand off Remington's lips. "I think you're good."

Remington brushes some off his cheek. "I would like a written apology from both those kids. It should say 'to the men we covered in sand, we are very sorry for ruining your awesome hair!'

"Who's hair is awesome?"

The boy giggles. "Mine. Obviously. Now there's sand in it." He pouts.

"That's too bad," Andy says, and Remington sprinkles sand into his hair, too. "Was that necessary?" He questions, amused, shaking his head to try and get the sand out.

"Yes. Very necessary. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, so have fun with that."

"We might have to make some rules about no sand-sprinkling."

They go back to the Villa in the evening, after having dinner in a restaurant, and shower together. Remington lets Andy wash his hair for him and they kiss for a while under the water. Remington thinks back to the times when he couldn't even step foot in a shower without having a flashback, and he smiles. Sometimes he forgets just how far he's come from that hotel. Holly won't win.

After washing, they wrap themselves in towels and lie on the big bed with the television remote for the TV on the wall opposite. Andy notices how much more confident Remington is with his body, specially now he's been eating properly. He used to constantly be hiding himself and now he's basically naked and he's happy.

With a show on about the world's most beautiful places, the lovers and soon-to-be husbands cuddle up to eachother and watch the program. They get quite hot and discard of the towels on the floor, and end up falling asleep with the television still on.

Andy wakes an hour or so later with Remington flat out on his chest, and turns the TV off. He carefully tugs the covers out from underneath him, but doesn't manage without waking the boy up. Remington smiles sleepily and crawls under the covers with Andy. "Sweet dreams, cutie," Andy whispers, running a hand down the younger's back. And Remington knows that he will have sweet dreams tonight.

Not to boast or anything but I am genuinely proud of how Remington's character has developed in this, and I love reading your comments about it, too! I worked so hard on character development and I'm so happy it payed off. :)

Also not to ruin the mood but you know me - it ain't gonna stay this calm and happy forever.