TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!

Two hours before the show, Sebastian pulls back Remington's curtain to the singer half asleep on Andy, who's playing with his hair with one hand and scrolling through social media on his phone with the other. Remington looks up when the curtain is pulled back. "Soundcheck?" He asks.

"Soundcheck," Sebastian confirms, "you look comfy."

"I am," Remington says, "I'll come in a minute."

Ten minutes later, they're in the venue playing through a few songs, and after everything is set up, Remington announces that he's going for a walk around the city for a bit, since he's in a good mood and he'd like to have a look around.

He kisses Andy before going, and walks down past the venue and the already long que, waving at fans as he passes. He takes some photos of the buildings and wonders around, staying fairly nearby to where the show is.

Remington jumps when someone grabs his shoulder, and doesn't have chance to turn to see who it is, because he's being pushed down a back alley and trying not to trip over. "Get off me!" He shouts, trying to draw attention to himself so someone will come and help. "LET GO!"

The person, who Remington assumes is a man from the size of their hands, shoves him face first against a wall. His cheek scrapes the rough stone and he whimpers. "Did you give Andy my gift?" The man asks, and Remington knows who he is straight away. The stalker.

"You're sick," he says, "let go!"

"How's your tour going?"

Remington kicks and struggles. He can feel blood trickling down his face. "Who are you?" He asks, hoping the man will loosen his grip for a moment.

"That's not important." His hand pushes Remington's head hard into the wall. "Make a sound and you're dead." He sounds like Holly. It's the same tone.

The boy ignores him completely and screams. A hand is at his waist band and he tries to stay strong. He knows the biggest mistake he made with Holly was that he gave in, stopped fighting. "Help!" He screams, crying in pain when the hand at his waistband grabs his crotch. "No! Please! Please don't! HELP!" The hand is in his pants. "HELP! HELP ME!" As much as he tries not to, he can't stop himself from sobbing, tears mixing with blood, kicking desperately at the man behind him.

"Hey!" Someone shouts, "hey! Get off him!" The man is shoved off him, and Remington stands, half-crumpled, against the wall, choking on breaths. "Oh my-Remington," the person sounds shocked, and Remington realises he must be a fan. "I can take you to your brothers," they offer.

Remington nods, wipes his eyes. "Thank you," he stutters, not believing any of that just happened. He fixes his trousers on his hips and steadies himself. The fan, without touching him, guides Remington towards the venue, and even shields him from people who are queuing. Emerson is filming the que for Instagram, and stops in his tracks when he sees Remington, trembling, with blood on his face.

"Oh my God, what-how-Remington..." He's confused by what he's seeing, obviously, and pushes his phone into his back pocket.

"Emerson," Remington cries, falling into the younger's arms.

The drummer holds his brother to him. "What happened?" He asks, agitated.

"I don't know. Someone was trying to rape him or something. He was screaming."

"Shit, okay. Thanks for helping." Emerson helps Remington into the venue and the boy can't stop pulling at his trousers, paranoid that someone else is going to try and touch him. He sits him on the couch in the dressing room and finds the packet of makeup wipes so he can clean the blood from Remington's face.

Just as he's crouching down with the wipes, Sebastian and Andy come in chatting, going quiet when they see the boy on the couch. "What the fuck happened?" Sebastian asks, in his protective, fatherly tone.

"Someone just brought him to me. I don't know. He's shaking pretty bad though."

Remington wipes his eyes again. "The stalker guy tried to rape me," he says bluntly, not looking up.

"The stalker guy? You mean the guy who beat me up and punched you?" Andy questions, "holy shit."

"Yeah, him." He stays still while Emerson wipes his face. "Em?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we just, like, forget about all the arguments? Please?"

Emerson nods, hands the wipe to Andy, who kneels down beside him. "Sure."

Andy finishes cleaning the blood on the younger's face. "Are you okay?"

Remington shrugs. "I've been worse," he mumbles.

It comforts Andy, Sebastian and Emerson how Remington isn't having a panic attack. "Okay, well we need to tell the police about this. Remington, honey, do you think you can still perform?"

"Probably. He said he was gonna kill me."

Andy sits on the couch and Remington leans into him. "I'm so sorry. We're gonna get him arrested, I promise."

"I know," Remington murmurs, "I need a minute to calm down."

"Take your time. Do you want me to go?"

"No."

They're quiet. Remington is surprised at himself for not totally freaking out and having some sort of breakdown. He must be making progress, right? Surely he is. He was nearly raped and he didn't even hallucinate Holly. That's got to mean something. He feels strangely calm considering what just happened.

Later on, they're waiting to go on stage, and Remington, without turning to look at anyone, says, "the stalker; he's Holly's brother," and carries on warming up like he didn't just drop the biggest bomb.

"Remington, what did you just say?" Sebastian asks.

They're given the thumbs up and nothing more about it is spoken.