Can you do a Remdy where BVB and Palaye Royale are on tour together and Andy gets into a fight with Juliet and they break up and the band gets mad at Andy for being upset about it so Andy runs off the bus in tears and accidentally runs into Remington and he helps Andy deal with everything and they end up together? Can you maybe also add something with self harm in it? Sorry if that's confusing.

((I have NOTHING against Juliet and I hate making her the bad guy; it's just for the story. Please note that I DO NOT view Juliet this way at all. I love her so much))
((No hate towards Ashley or Jake either!! The only reason I used them is because I can't see Jinxx or CC getting that mad. Jinxx is too quiet and CC, well CC is CC))
((Also, I know Andy is actually 29, but I'm making him 26 in the story))

((This one is hella long)) ((4060 words NOT including this into))
((And incase you don't know what a weeping willow tree is, there's a picture at the top))
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{{Phone call//A: Andy J: Juliet}}

A: You what?

J: Im sorry, but I think it's for the best.

A: Really? You sleeping with someone else while I'm on tour is for the best?

J: Yes. You're not around to give me what I need, so I had someone else do it.

A: So that's all I am to you? An object to sleep with?

J: No, of course not. You're more than just that.

A: Well you have a funny way of showing it.

J: Well then maybe we should break up. Since you can't forgive me for doing something that I need, maybe I should just find someone else.

A: Maybe you should. You obviously don't love me anymore if you've slept with someone else every fucking night since I've been on tour. And even when I'm not on tour you don't act like you love me.

J: Fine. We're done. Goodbye Andy.

A: Goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, I throw my phone across the room, which caused it to break into a bunch of pieces. I pull the curtain attached to my bunk closed and burst into tears. I'm surprised I stayed calm while I was on the phone.

That was the second hardest phone call of my life (the first was when my mom called to tell me that my grandpa passed away. That will always be the hardest).

Looking for something to take away the pain I'm feeling right now, I reach inside my pillowcase and pull out the tiny box that I keep my blades in. I open the box and take out one of the blades and start cutting my wrist without even thinking about it first.

One for being a fuck up.

Two because Juliet doesn't love you.

Three for being an idiot.

Four for being too emotional.

Five for being a fuck up. Yes I said that already, but I don't care at this point.

Six because your band hates you.

Seven for being a shit singer.

Eight for being a hypocrite telling the fans not to hurt themselves even though you do the same thing.

Nine for ruining everyone's lives.

Ten because why not.

After a while, I hear the front door of the bus open and the rest of my band walks in. I hear someone come into the bunk area, but I'm too upset to notice who.

"Oh my god Andy. What the hell are you crying about now?" I hear Jake ask, sounding annoyed and pissed off.

Great. Just what I need. More anger and hate from my band.

"Just forget it" I say as I continue to cry.

"What the hell is going on in here?" I hear Ashley ask as he also comes back here.

"Andy's crying like a little 5 year old bitch again" Jake answers. By the tone of his voice, I can tell he also rolled his eyes, which ends up making me more upset.

"Oh get over yourself Andy. You're fucking 26 years old. You don't need to be crying like a teenage girl on her period. God you're such a fuck up." Ashley yells.

"Either grow up, or leave the band" Jake adds.

I've heard enough of their yelling, so I rush to put my blades away. I don't bother to put a bandage on my arm since I didn't cut deep enough to draw much blood, so I throw on my hoodie, put my hood up, and jump out of my bunk, pushing past Ashley and Jake so I can get off the bus. I have no idea where Jinxx and CC are, but right now I don't care.

I run off the bus and before I can get too far I accidentally run straight into someone, causing us both to stumble back.

"I- I'm sorry" I say awkwardly as I try to walk around the other person so I can get away before they see that I'm crying.

Unfortunately that doesn't work though.

"Hey, wait" the person says kindly as they gently grab my arm and pull me back towards them. When they grabbed my arm I flinched in pain, but I don't think they noticed (thank god).

I look up and see that the person I ran into is Remington, the lead singer of Palaye Royale, the band that is opening for BVB this tour.

"You're crying... What's wrong?" He asks, as he carefully wipes some of my tears with his thumb and gently places his hand on my shoulder.

The fact that he's the only person being nice to me right now makes me cry more cause not even my band cares about me anymore. They've been yelling at me and treating me like shit all tour.

As much as I want to answer Remington, I can't because I know that I'll break down even more if I try to tell him.

"Do you want to go somewhere less open to talk?" He asks softly. I nod.

"Okay, come on."

He carefully takes my hand and leads me down the street to a field of weeping willow trees.

"This place is beautiful" I whisper, looking around at all the trees.

"I found this place while I was walking around looking for a place for my brother to come do some drawing. He's an amazing artist. I'll never understand how he gets so much detail in his work." He says as he leads me under a tree towards the middle of the field with leaves that are long enough to touch the ground, hiding us so that no one walking past here can see us.

"So.. what's wrong? Why're you so upset?" He asks as we sit down against the trunk of the tree, our shoulders touching.

"Juliet and I broke up.." I whisper looking down at my hands in my lap. Remington stays quiet, waiting for me to continue.

"She cheated on me.. every day since I've been on tour, and probably even before that" I say as my voice breaks and my eyes fill with tears again.

"I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that" Remington says as he holds my hand, trying to comfort me in some way.

"I should have known it was coming. She didn't answer any of my calls since tour started, and she didn't hug me before I left like she used to. She didn't even say goodbye. She hasn't shown me any form of love in so long. I guess I don't really love her anymore either, but it still hurts that she cheated on me." I say as the tears in my eyes fall down my cheeks.

"Im not trying to be rude or offend you, you have every right to be sad and upset, but if you didn't love her anymore, why were you still with her?" Remington asks carefully.

His question doesn't rude but more like he's trying to better understand the situation, which is comforting- the fact that he's trying to understand everything I'm saying so he can help me. No ones ever done that for me before.

"I just thought that maybe after tour, things would go back to the way they were before. But I guess I was wrong." I start to cry a little more, and Remington gently squeezes my hand.

I take a deep breath and then continue.

"It doesn't help that ever since we've been on tour, my band has done nothing but yell at me and treat me like shit. And if I get upset, they just yell at me more... They heard me crying in my bunk earlier and Jake and Ashley started yelling at me and calling me a teenage girl because I was crying and Ashley called me a fuck up, and Jake yelled at me to either grow up or leave the band, and that's when I ran off the bus... I just wish someone actually loved me. No one's shown me any sort of love in so long that I don't think it's even possible for someone to love me." I barely manage to say without fully breaking down. I bite my lip to keep myself from crying any more than I already am.

"I'm sorry you have to go through that, I really am. If there's ever anything I can do to help you, please let me know. You can even come on my bus if things with your band get to be too much for you. My brothers would agree." Remington says sweetly.

I try to smile a little, but I can't.

"I don't want to make you more upset, but I'd never forgive myself if I let this go and something happened to you." He pauses, and my heart speeds up. I really hope he's not talking about what I think he is.

"When I grabbed your arm earlier, you jumped. I barely even touched you.. I don't really know how to ask this, so I'm just gonna say it. Are you hurting yourself because of all this?" He asks.

I don't know how to answer, so I just stay silent.

He's not being mean or snappy about it, which helps a lot. But it's still hard for me to talk about, especially with someone I've only known for a few weeks. Even if we have hung out almost every day.

"You can talk to me, Andy. I promise anything that you tell me will never be repeated to anyone. I know how much it sucks when someone tells your secrets other people. I promise I will never ever put you through that. You can trust me." Remington whispers.

The urge to cry is so strong I can barely hold back, but I have to. It's bad enough he saw me crying earlier. I can't be weak in front of anyone. I need to be strong, but I'm not.

"I just wanted the hurt to go away" I whisper. It's taking all my energy to stop myself from crying, but I need to stay strong.

"Did it help?" Remington asks quietly. I shake my head.

"It never does; makes it hurt worse later" I say.

"Then why do you do it?"

"It helps for a little while, but then it gets worse. I don't know how else to explain it.. I'm sorry" I say sadly.

"No, it's okay. Don't apologize. Just promise me you'll come to me if you ever feel like doing this again, okay?" He says calmly.

"I promise"

I know I wont be able to stop myself from crying for much longer. I can feel my body shaking from trying to hold it in, and it's getting harder to breathe.

I would do anything for a hug right now, or even any sort of love or affection.

"Can I hug you?" Remington asks, as if reading my mind. I nod.

Remington wraps his arms around me and holds me to his chest, allowing me to curl up to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest.

The second he hugs me, I lose control of all my emotions and just start sobbing violently and crying my eyes out into his shirt. He doesn't seem to mind though. He puts one hand on the back of my head, holding me to his chest and rubs my back softly with his other hand.

"I-I'm sorry" I say as I cry harder.

"Shh, don't apologize. Just let it out, Ands. I got you, it's okay" he whispers and pulls me closer to him, holding me tighter.

It's been so long since I've fully let my emotions out, and even longer since I've had a hug like this. I've never cried this hard in my life, but it does feel really good to have someone hold me for once.

"Thank you" I whisper once I've stopped crying enough to speak. I'm still crying, but I can talk now.

"For what?" He asks, slightly confused.

"For today; talking to me, comforting me, holding me. No one's shown me any sort of love in so long, and I can't even remember the last time I had a hug like this." I say as I cuddle closer to him.

"What do you mean? Your fans hug you all the time." He asks.

"I know, but it's not the same. It's more of a 'I'm so happy I'm meeting you you're my idol' type of hug, not a "I genuinely care about you and I'm here for you' hug- a comforting hug." I say.

"Well, if you ever need any 'I genuinely care about you and I'm here for you' hugs, you know where to find me." He says and hugs me tighter.

He holds me here for what must have been hours, since by the time I stop crying it's almost dark out.

"It's getting late, Ands. We should probably start heading back." Remington says.

I nod as we pull out of the hug. He carefully reaches forward and wipes my tears with his thumbs before gently grabbing my hands and helping me stand up.

We both stand facing each other, his hands still holding mine.

"I really do care about you, you know." Remington says, his big brown eyes looking into my blue ones that are probably red and puffy from all the crying I've been doing.

His eyes go back and forth from my eyes to my lips. Before I even realize what's happening, we both start leaning in and the next thing I know is that he's kissing me, and I'm kissing back.

The kiss isn't rough or lustful, it's slow and you can feel the love in it. Sadly, the kiss ends after a few minutes, leaving both of us blushing madly.

"Come on, let's head back" he says as let's go of one of my right hand, still holding my left one in his, and we start walking back.

The walk back to the busses is silent, but not an awkward silence. It's a comforting silence. No words are needed to be said.

When we arrive back at the busses, I see Jake standing outside of the BVB bus.

Great. Just as I'm starting to feel better.

Sensing my nerves, Remington pulls me closer to him and lets go of my hand only to wrap his arm around my waist, calming me slightly.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" Jake yells as Remington and I come closer.

"I-I was with R-Remington" I say, mentally cursing myself for stuttering.

"Oh yeah? And what were you doing? Dragging him into all your pathetic problems and going full emo bitch on him?" Jake snorts.

Before I can answer, tears fill my eyes for like the millionth time today, causing them to sting more than they already do, and I look towards the ground, biting my lip to stop myself from crying again.

"Don't talk to him like that. He doesn't deserve to be treated like shit. He's a human being with feelings and emotions just like the rest of us. You have no idea what he's gone through today, so I suggest you shut your mouth and leave him alone." Remington yells, shocking me slightly. Not because I'm scared, but because he actually stood up for me. No one ever stands up for me.

"Fine. Since you care about him so much, he can stay on your bus for the rest of tour. Now he's your problem!" Jake yells even louder.

"Gladly. Come on, Andy. Let's go to my bus. My brothers should be there now." Remington says calmly as he takes my hand again and leads me towards his bus, which is about a block away from mine.

Once we're away from my bus and about half way to his, I break down again. I let go of Remington's hand and stop walking. I cover my face with my hands and start sobbing hard and shaking again.

Noticing that I'm no longer beside him, Remington stops walking and turns around. When he sees me crying, he runs back to me. He gently grabs my shoulders and and pulls us closer to the building we were walking past so that we're not standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

He puts one arm around my shoulders and his other arm around my waist, carefully pulling me back into his arms so that my head is resting on his shoulder. He holds me tightly and runs his fingers my hair with one hand and softly rubs small circles on the small of my back with his other hand underneath my hoodie but still on top of my shirt. I take my hands away from my face and wrap my arms around his waist, holding onto the back of his shirt so tight that my knuckles and fingers turn white from lack of blood circulation.

I start to cry even harder, almost to the point where I can't breathe, causing Remington to tighten his arms around me.

It's a good thing I have Remington here holding me, otherwise I don't think I'd be able to stand up cause of how hard I'm crying.

"Shh it's alright, Andy. I got you. You're safe now. You're gonna stay on my bus with me and my brothers and everything will work out. It's all gonna be okay" he whispers quietly and kissed my head a few times.

I cry for a while longer before finally calming down again. Once I stop crying, Remington holds me for a few more minutes until I stop shaking before pulling away and wiping my tears again.

"Are you okay now?" He asks as he takes my hands the same way he did when he kissed me.

"I think so" I sniffle.

"Come on, lets go" Remington says as he puts his arm around my shoulders. I wrap my arm around his waist and we continue walking back to his bus.

When we get to his bus, I see one of his brothers, Emerson, leaning against the side of the bus and smoking what looks like a cigarette, but I can tell by the smell that it's actually weed.

I start to get scared again, but Remington comfortingly rubs my shoulder.

"Don't worry, Emerson's nice. He won't yell at you" he whispers so only I can hear.

"Hey Rem! Where've you been all day?" Emerson says once he sees me and Remington.

"I've been with Andy. Some shit happened and he needed someone to talk to, so I've been with him all day" Remington says.

"I see. Hey, Andy. Nice to see you. Are you spending the night?" Emerson asks me.

"Um Rem? Can you explain that?" I ask Remington.

"And Hi Emerson. Nice to see you too." I say to Emerson. He smiles kindly at me.

"Andy's band is being a bunch of assholes and they sorta kicked him off the bus for the rest of tour, so I told Andy he can stay with us. I hope that's okay" Remington says.

"They kicked you off your own bus? Wow, that's messed up. Of course you can stay with us." Emerson says to me.

I like how he's speaking to me and not talking to Remington as if I'm not even standing here. I already like being with them so much more.

"Thank you, Emerson" I say shyly.

"It's no problem, really. We'd love to have you here" Emerson says, smiling kindly. I smile back. It's a small smile, but it counts.

Remington takes my hand again and leads me into the bus. We take off our shoes by the door and then go to his bunk.

"Sebastian is probably at the bar or something. He'll be back later" Remington says as we climb into his bunk.

I start to get a little scared when Remington mentions Sebastian going to a bar, so much that I start shaking a little.

"Oh no, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm sorry. Don't worry, Sebastian isn't a mean drunk. Just a little goofy" Remington says, calming me down.

I don't know what to say, so I just stay quiet. I want to ask him about the kiss, but I don't know how. I mean, I don't even know how I feel about him. I guess not that I'm thinking about it, I have kinda had a thing for him all tour, but I don't want to rush into anything. Especially since Juliet and I just broke up today.

Thinking about Juliet caused me get sad again and without thinking, I started scratching the inside of my wrist. Remington noticed, and carefully pulled my hands apart and held both of my hands in his.

"Don't do that, please. I don't like seeing you hurt yourself" Remington whispers as he brings my hands up to his lips and kisses them, making me blush.

"Are you okay?" Remington asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I shrug.

"I feel a little better than I did earlier I guess" I say quietly.

"Do you want another hug?" Remington asks. I nod.

I haven't had someone who cares enough about me to hug me in so long, and when he hugs me or asks me if I want a hug, I get this warm fuzzy feeling inside and I want to hug him and never let go.

Remington moves so that he's sitting against what would be the "headboard" if this were an actual bed, and pulls me so that I'm sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of him. Our arms wrap around each other and we hold each other tightly.

I rest my head on his shoulder, my face in his neck, and he lightly rubs my back again like how he did when he held me while I was crying on the way here; with his hand under my hoodie and lightly tracing small circles on my back, while his other hand is playing with my hair.

Laying like this gives me a new sense of comfort and I never want to move out of this position. I close my eyes and let myself feel this comforting feeling for a while before speaking again.

"Hey Rem?" I ask softly.

"Yea Ands?" He answers.

"Are we going to talk about the kiss?" I ask, already blushing and getting nervous again.

"Well, I was gonna wait until you've had some time to calm down after everything you've dealt with today, but if you want to talk about it now we can" he says.

"What did it mean?" I ask quietly. He sighs and takes a deep breath.

"I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just gonna be completely honest and I'm sorry if this is all too much for you." He takes another deep breath.

"I really like you, Andy. I have since I met you at the beginning of tour. Every time we've hung out between shows, I've fallen deeper and deeper in love with you. I never said anything because I didn't know if you liked me back and I knew you were already in a relationship. When you told me you and Juliet broke up, as much as it broke my heart that you were hurting, I was kinda happy that maybe I could have a chance with you. I kissed you earlier because you said you wanted someone to love you, and you didn't think anyone could love you. I wanted to tell you I love you, but I didn't think you would believe me, and I didn't know how else to tell you other than by kissing you." Remington says sincerely.

"I like you too, Rem. Since the beginning of tour when we started hanging out. I guess I just never realized it because I was with Juliet, but when you were comforting me earlier, it made me realize that what I feel for you is more than just a friendship. I'm falling in love with you, Remington Leith."

"I'm falling in love with you too, Andy Biersack. So Andy, would you be my boyfriend?" Remington asks sweetly.

"Yes!" I almost scream as I sit up a little and pull him into a kiss.

When we break apart, we return to the position we were in before; our arms around each other tightly, my head on his shoulder, him playing with my hair and rubbing my back.

"I'm so lucky to have you" he says as he kisses my forehead.

"Not as lucky as I am to have you" I say as I snuggle closer to him and allow myself to fall into a peaceful sleep.