Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 138

Trigger warning

Sebastian cancels the next show without talking to Remington about it first. He knows the boy will try to argue against to, to insist that he can't let the fans down, but Sebastian isn't going to let him ruin himself when it can be avoided. He's already exposed some very personal information that he's going to regret when he wakes up.

While the singer is sleeping on Andy, meaning the man can't get up, Sebastian texts Andy, updating him on what's going on, so they don't talk and risk disturbing the fragile boy.

Cancelled tomorrow's show. Will you tell him?

Of course. It's the right thing to do. He needs a break. Have you looked on Instagram? There are videos of it everywhere.

Shit, no, not yet.

They're starting rumours that he's abusing me because he hit me. People are cutting the video and posting it out of context, accusing him of lying about Holly and his abuse. It'll break him if he sees.

Fucking hell. Sometimes I hate having fans. I'll deal with it. We need to keep him away from social media.

I can change his password. I do that sometimes, when he gets overwhelmed.

Okay, good. Thanks for taking care of him. He's lucky to have you. We all are.

I love him. I'd do anything for him. Try and get the videos taken down, okay? The sooner the rumours stop, the less damage it'll do in the long run. You know he'll see them eventually. I can't keep him off Instagram for ever.

I will.

He's waking up.

Andy puts the phone down, and finds Remington's. He changes his Instagram password as the boy rubs his eyes, and turns the phone off. "Good morning, angel."

Remington whines. "My throat hurts," he complains.

"I'm not surprised."

The boy sits up and frowns, remembering last night. "Fuck," he says out loud, "oh fuck."

Andy sits up with him, and strokes hair from the younger's forehead.

"That wasn't a dream, was it?"

"If you're talking about how you had a bit of a breakdown last night and told your fans that you have anorexia and that you were raped, then no, that was not dream."

Remington runs his hands over his face and groans. "Fuck! There goes my career."

Andy shakes his head. "Your career is fine, sweetheart. The show tonight has been cancelled so you can have a rest, okay?"

"My career isn't fine, Andy! I just told everyone that I'm anorexic! Anorexic! That's literally career suicide. I might as well end it all right now."

"Hey, no. Don't you talk like that. You had a shaky moment and it's okay. No one is going to hate you for having anorexia, sweetie."

Remington groans loudly. "Yes they will," he argues, "I do, and I said everything. I told them everything. I'm such a fucking fuck up!"

"You're no such thing. Get dressed. I'm gonna make you some breakfast." He ruffles his lover's hair and kisses his head.

In the small kitchen area, Andy toasts some bread and butters it while he waits for Remington, who appears, wearing the familiar red hoodie and some tracksuit bottoms. He sits on the couch and sighs, looking down at his knuckles. "Andy?" He asks softly, and the man hums. "I want to talk about it."

"Hmm?"

Remington takes the plate from Andy, who sits beside the singer. "I wanna talk about it, in an interview, or something. I said it and I wanna explain it. Please?" He looks at Andy, who hesitates.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please, I need to. I already said it and I think it'd be better if I just explained it. They're gonna want to know more and I need to be the one who tells them."

Sebastian is listening now, as well as Emerson, who just emerged.

"I know I haven't-I haven't said anything about it to our fans for ages, but after last night, they're gonna be going crazy until I say something about it. I need to."

"If you're sure, sweetheart, we can organise that."

The men aren't sure it's a good idea, but they won't say that to Remington. Cleary he has made up his mind.

Later in the day, once they're in the hotel they're staying in for tonight, since the show is cancelled, Remington discovers that Andy changed his password, and huffs loudly, purposely so, because he wants the man to hear. Andy raises an eyebrow, turning his attention from his phone to Remington. "I changed the password," he says simply, "because you just had a mental breakdown and you know social media is not good for you when you're fragile."

Again, the boy huffs. "I know," he whines, "but I'm always fragile, Andy, it's not fair."

"You're my fragile angel. Come snuggle."

"I don't want to snuggle," Remington pouts.

Andy gets off the bed. "Do you want some tea?" He asks, "or hot chocolate?"

Shrugging, the boy lies across the bed. "Yes please," he mumbles, "tea."

While the kettle is boiling, Andy sits on the end of the bed, and smiles when Remington wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind. "I thought you didn't want snuggles," he teases, rubbing Remington's arms.

"Changed my mind. I remembered how good your cuddles are."

"Let me make the tea, sweetheart, then I'm all yours."

Remington lets go and Andy stands up. "You're already all mine," he says, and yawns.