Trigger warning.

"Just because I'm a man doesn't mean I can't be abused," Remington says, sitting next to Andy in an interview. "I think that's the biggest misunderstanding about all this. People find it hard to believe that I went through what I went through because they assume that only women get abused. I hate that stereotype. I hate that people look at me as a rock star and not as a person, and I hate how people treat my life like a game, as a bid to gain attention online. It's so fucking awful to log onto Instagram to all these accounts spreading shit about me that just isn't true." He sighs. "If anyone watching is triggered by mentions of abuse, suicide, or anything like that, please click off, if not, take time to listen to what I have to say, and remember that I'm a person and I have emotions, just like you."

Andy rubs his knee comfortingly. He's just here for moral support.

"I know that what happened the other night has been spreading all over social media. I know people didn't delete the videos even though Sebastian asked them to. That night, I was in the midst of a mental breakdown. I was so tired and so homesick and I didn't know what I was doing. My brothers and Andy were trying to help me and I wasn't accepting it because I felt so useless. I feel like that a lot. I've tried to kill myself more than once. Not for attention, or for fame, but because I felt so fucking sad and so fucking terrified of my own mind. I blame that on Holly.

"She ruined my confidence. She killed me without killing me, and I'm going to tell the story, because I think people need to hear it, to understand that what I've been through is not to be looked at lightly. When we first met, she was the sweetest person. I never saw it coming. Palaye started touring and that's when things changed. She didn't like that I was spending more time working on music than I was with her, even though I had warned her that being in a relationship with me means not seeing me for long periods of time. That's just how it is. She would shout at me a lot. Every time I did anything that she didn't like, she'd make me feel so terrible about it. Even just things like dropping a glass. I was so scared of being around her, and that's not how it should be at all, not ever. After our first headlining tour, she starting hurting me. Physically. She would hit me, and it got to the point of me being so scared that I would feel my heart increase just at the sight of her.

"For a long time, I convinced myself that it wasn't bad, that she was doing it because she loved me. But that was so wrong, and so stupid of me. She didn't love me. No one who loves you would do that to you. I remember that, while this was happening, I was confused about my sexuality. I didn't find her attractive like I thought I did. I don't think I was ever really attracted to her. She punished me because she could see that I clearly wasn't straight. I still don't understand why she didn't just ask me about it. I would've talked about it with her if she asked calmly, but she never did. And I see now that it wasn't my fault. I didn't see that before. I blamed myself for everything that she did to me. It was easier that way, I guess.

"At some point she started making me sleep on the couch almost every night. I hardly slept. I was always bruised and couldn't sleep knowing she was in the house with me. I was terrified in my own home. One morning I got away and I finally told Emerson what she was doing. He let me stay with him. That same day I bumped into Andy in a coffee shop. He took me back to his to hide from Holly while Emerson called the cops. I hadn't felt safe like I did in his house for so long. I guess that was when I realised how bad it all was.

"Holly was arrested for three months for domestic abuse. In that time, me and Andy started spending time together. He showed me that love is gentle, and that not everyone is out to get me. But then she was released from prison. She found me in the street and dragged me down to a river. I remember her throwing stones at me and pushing my head under the water so I almost passed out. I went to Andy for help. Tour started soon after. I saw her everywhere. I found it hard to hug fans, but I did it anyway. She turned up at a show in VIP. She was there, among all our fans, and I couldn't even look at her. I was so scared of what she might do.

"Some time passed. I didn't see her for a while. But then one night, I had been staying in a hotel on my own for a few days to clear my head, and she knocked on the door. I didn't check who it was before opening it."

He wipes his eyes.

"She forced herself onto me. She raped me. I can't describe how terrifying that was. I felt like the most disgusting person in the world. After she was done, she pushed me into the bathtub and she stabbed me. It was bad. I screamed but my head was under water and when people from the rooms nearby asked her what was going on, she lied, and they believed her. I was dying in a bathtub and I didn't call an ambulance because I was so scared of what she would do if she ever found out. So I tried to bandage myself up. I got myself home in a taxi and I ended up on Andy's doorstep. He wasn't home, and I thought I was gonna die right there. I was bleeding out and I had no hope.

"Andy came home. I can't really remember it, but I remember him holding my jacket to my stomach, where she stabbed me, and I remember how scared he was. He cared so much. I recovered in hospital. I had to take medication for months after. Emerson persuaded me to see a therapist. I did. I still am. It took me a long time to come to terms with what she did. She's been arrested for life, which I am so relieved about. She wanted me to die. She said it herself.

"I'm still not over it. I don't think I ever will be. I still see her sometimes, telling me I'm not good enough. I admitted to my therapist that I was gonna crash my car if I drove myself home, and I was sent to a mental hospital. I haven't told anyone apart from my brothers and Andy. It helped me a lot. But then once I was released, I started going downhill again. I was taking meds for my anxiety and my depression and I nearly overdosed so many times. I was self harming and I ended up back in the hospital again.

"The whole time, Andy was always with me, by my side, making sure I was okay, and helping me. Holly never did that. I stopped eating on the last tour we went on. I ended up in hospital. I said it wasn't intentional, but it was. I was diagnosed with anorexia, which really knocked my confidence. I'm still struggling with it and I went through a phase, right after me and Andy got married, or making myself sick after every meal. I got addicted to taking diet pills. Terrible idea. Don't do it. I nearly died.

"And I'm saying this again. Through all of this, Andy has been here. He's been here when I've broken down and screamed at him. He's been here when I've been crying in the middle of the night, and waking up from nightmares, and begging to die. He has been here. And it makes me sick that I see some of our fans accusing him of abusing me. He has never hurt me. He has never made me feel like shit. That's all Holly did.

"So please, please, don't make up shit about my life. None of you had any idea about all of this. There was a reason for that. I didn't want my whole life on the internet. But now it is, and I needed to get things straight. I know I'll get hate for this. I know I'll be accused of lying, but I'm not. I promise on my life, I'm not." He wipes his eyes again and Andy squeezes his hand. "So just...find someone who will love you, who will be there when you have no one else, and who will drive three hours in the middle of the night to a random hotel to come and hug you because you're having a mental breakdown and you're about to slit your throat with a pair of scissors." He looks down and sighs. "We all need someone who will love us the way Andy loves me."