"Amelia." Owen stood behind her and called her attention.

She turned her head from the bottle of vodka in front of her to look at who was calling her, sighing in annoyance at being found.

"What are you doing here?"

"What? What are you doing here, Amelia? I put you in a cab so you could go to the airport and then to LA. Why did you choose to miss your flight in order to drink in the afternoon?" Owen saw Amelia roll her eyes and turn her gaze away from him. "Why did you miss the meeting with your producers?"

Amelia chuckled under her breath and turned around on the stool, so she was facing Owen.

"Why did I miss my meeting? Uhm, let's see..." She pretended to be thinking, sarcasm all over her face. "Because it's a meeting about my album...? Oh, and guess what? That's right, I don't have a fucking album! All I have is one little stupid song that I don't even like!"

"Amelia..."

"So what was I supposed to do in LA, Owen?" She cut him off, continuing her rant. "Stare at the look of disappointment on my producers faces knowing that I'm not able to even do my job? I'm sorry, but I already have you and Maggie to be disappointed at me."

"What are you talking about? I don't get disappointed with you."

"Oh, please, Owen. Our relationship began with you feeling disappointed towards me during that festival in Chicago. Perfect little Owen trying to fix the rebel Amelia Shepherd. Well, guess what?" She tried to stand up, but almost fell. Owen quickly held her, but she took her arms away from him, trying to prove she could stand up by herself. "I can't be fixed. This is just who I am: a huge mess. And you all have to deal with it. Even I have to."

Owen took her hands in his and held tight so she wouldn't let go, looking straight into her eyes.

"You are not your addiction, Amelia. There's people who care about you, people who want to help you!"

"I don't want your help. Just leave me the fuck alone. You're not my mother."

"Well, she's not here, is she? But we are and we're here for you."

Amelia took her hands away from him and breathed out heavily at his words, leaning against the bar and drinking the rest of the vodka there in the bottle - all in one gulp -, before Owen took it out of her hand.

"Okay, do you have any idea of how worried we all were?!" Owen was starting to get annoyed at her behavior, so he automatically raised his voice at her, drawing a little bit of attention to the both of them. "We thought something had happened to you! You weren't answering any of your calls, you didn't tell anyone where you were going or at least warned someone that you didn't wanna be bothered. Don't you have even a little bit of respect for the ones that love you and care about you?!"

Amelia stayed silent, looking at Owen, without appearing to be the least touched by his words. She looked away and said:

"Don't you have a concert to do?" Amelia looked back at him. "Better not keep your dear fans waiting."

"I'm not leaving here without you."

"Then, you might as well cancel the show. You'll have some pissed off fans, I can assure you that."

All of a sudden, Owen picked up Amelia and put her on his right shoulder, starting to leave the place with her screaming and kicking the air, in a failed attempt to let herself go.

"Hey! Who's going to pay the bill?" The bartender yelled at them. Owen just took a $100 dollars and threw it on the bar before walking away.

"Owen, stop! Get off of me!" Amelia screamed as he put her in the shower, still wearing her clothes, and turned on the cold water. "Oh my God, I hate you!"

"And I love you, but you need to sober up." He held her in the shower, getting wet as well.

"Hey, you found her?" Richard came in, since both of the doors to his room and the bathroom were open.

"Yes, can you grab me that robe?"

Richard gave him the robe and, realizing Owen was about to undress Amelia out of her wet clothes, decided to wait outside the bathroom.

"Owen, I'm not a fucking child!" Amelia yelled at him as he took off her clothes and put her in the robe.

"Well, you're acting like one." He led her to the bed and handed his girlfriend a bottle of water. Tired of fighting, she just accepted it and drank the whole thing.

"Owen, I don't mean to be rude, but it's 7 already. What are we gonna do about the concert?" Richard asked.

Owen sighed. He didn't want to leave Amelia all by herself and do the concert, but it was his career and his fans, who payed a lot of money to see him that night.

"Tell them I'll be late one hour. The show starts at 8 pm. Apologize and say that something happened and I had to work it out." He decided. "Did you call Maggie?"

"Yes, she's gonna take the next plane to meet us here in the hotel."

Owen looked at Amelia lying on the end of the bed with her feet on the floor, looking straight to the ceiling. Yes, he was mad at Amelia for all the things she said, but he just wanted to stay in bed taking care of her until she fell asleep. Richard noticed his sad expression.

"Hey, it's okay." He said. "I can stay with her. I, uhm, have my own version with alcoholism. So, I think I could help her."

Owen looked at Richard, still not sure about it.

"She's gonna be fine, Owen."

He nodded and went in the bathroom to change his clothes before going to the venue, which was fortunately near the hotel, so he wouldn't take long to get there.

The concert was one of the worst Owen had ever done. Without taking Amelia off of his mind, Owen kept messing up some lyrics and chords of songs he'd been singing for years. The crowd didn't seem to notice or care too much, which made him relax more, but Owen still didn't feel like himself on stage.

Amelia was supposed to be in LA that night, so Owen didn't have to make up an excuse for her not being there. Instead, he just went along with his show as normally as he could.

When Owen got to the hotel, he went straight to his room, where he had left Amelia with Richard.

His manager was sitting on a chair on his cellphone while Amelia appeared to be sleeping on Owen's bed.

"Hey, how was the show?" Richard asked, but Owen just sighed in response, letting him understand that it wasn't good.

"How is she?" Owen looked at Amelia, who had her back turned in his direction, lying on the bed.

"She seems to be fine. We talked for a little bit after you left. I told her my story and she listened. And then she said she was tired and went to sleep. I don't know if she has sobered up yet, though."

"Okay. Thank you, Richard, really." Owen hugged him.

"It's fine. I'll see you in the morning."

After Richard left, Owen went near Amelia and slowly pulled up the blankets to cover her.

"Hi." She murmured, rubbing her eyes and looking at Owen. "Is the show over?"

"Yes." He answered, coldly. Owen didn't know what to say to her or what to do, since he was still pretty mad at the way she acted when he found her at the bar.

As Owen was stepping away, Amelia held his hand.

"I'm sorry, okay? I..." She tried to get up, but got a huge headache instead.

Amelia kept sitting down with her back leaning against the pillows while Owen went to get some water in the mini-bar for her to drink with aspirin.

"Let's just... Forget about all this, okay? Go back to what we had." Owen heard her talking without saying a single word. He had his back turned to her, opening the bottle of water, when a glimpse of something inside Amelia's purse caught his attention.

Her purse was on top of the mini-bar and, as it was open, Owen could see the small bag of pills inside of it.

"Owen? Say something, please."

Owen shook his head to get out of that trance and quickly put the bag inside of his front pocket. Acting like nothing happened, he grabbed the water and the aspirin in both hands and handed them to her.

"There's nothing to be said, Amelia."

She picked the water and aspirin from his hands and put them on the bedside table, pulling Owen by his shirt toward her.

"C'mon, Owen, I miss you." Amelia got on her knees on the bed to be at eye level with him. She started to kiss and suck his neck while running her hands through his hair.

Owen realized Amelia had taken off her robe and was only in her bra and panties in front of him, her body really close to his. His boner might have not agreed with him, but he was still very mad and frustrated at his girlfriend, even more after what he had seen in her purse.

"You're still drunk, aren't you?" His hands stayed beside his body, not wanting to touch her and maybe lose control of himself. He wanted to talk to her, about everything.

"Shut up and kiss me, Owen." She pressed her body even closer to his, kissing him on the mouth. With their bodies so close to each other, Amelia felt a different bulge on his pocket that was not his penis. "Hmm, what do we have here?"

Before Owen could say anything to stop her, Amelia had put her hand in his pocket and taken out the bag. She looked from the bag to him, an irritated look on her face.

"Were you going through my stuff, Owen?!" She raised her voice at him. "Again?! Let me remind you that this scene has happened before!"

"Yes, it has, hasn't it? You're using drugs all over again." He grabbed the bag out of her hand and put it back in his pocket.

"Why were you going through my stuff? You invaded my privacy!" Amelia started to yell at him.

"That's not the fucking point, Amelia!" Owen raised his voice as well. "The point is that you're drinking and using again and you won't let any of us help you! You have to admit you have a disease!"

Tired of being lectured again, Amelia rolled her eyes, put on the robe and went barefoot to the door, getting her purse on the way.

"Whatever, there's a lot more where that came from."

Seeing Amelia slam the door behind her and knowing she was going to her bedroom to do drugs, Owen could only throw himself on the bed with his hands on his face. He could not believe that this was happening. Amelia was happy and being herself a few days before, but then she had completely changed. That wasn't his girlfriend anymore. And he just wanted to help, but she didn't want him to and all she did was be aggressive towards him. It pissed him off and he had no idea what to do.

The next day, Owen woke up with a knock on his door. He looked at the clock: 8 am. It was already time for him to pack up his things and meet everyone for breakfast, so they could get on the road to Dallas.

"Good morning." Owen opened the door to see Maggie standing there with a sad expression, probably because of all of this Amelia situation. "I'm sorry, did I wake you? I figured you would be up already."

"It's okay, Maggie. I was supposed to pack my things, anyway." He rubbed his eyes, trying to look more awake. "It's good to have you back. How was your flight?"

"It was okay. I took the first flight there was for Austin and got here around 3 am. I barely got any sleep, but who cares?" She shrugged. "How is..."

Before Maggie could ask about Amelia, they heard footsteps toward them and looked at it's direction only to see Amelia in tight dark jeans, black boots and a cropped top, showing off her belly button. She didn't seem to notice them as she was probably drunk, trying to walk on a straight line to her room beside Owen's and searching for the key card inside her bag. She stopped side by side with Maggie, but still didn't notice her whilst searching for her key card. When she finally found it, she struggled with putting it in the lock.

"Hi, Amelia." Maggie called out her attention.

She finally looked at them and had a surprised look on her eyes, as she was first noticing their presence.

"Oh, hi." Amelia had some redness on her eyes and big dark circles under them, features that Owen knew were caused by the drugs she'd been using. She looked at Owen a little longer and then went back to trying to open her door. Maggie got the key card out of her hand and opened it for her.

"Amelia, we're leaving in an hour. I'll come and pick you up. Take a shower or something, please." Maggie said.

She nodded and closed the door behind her.

"This is a nightmare, Maggie." Owen ran his hands on his face, frustrated.

"I know. I've been through this with her before, so at least I know how to deal with it. I wish I didn't have to be doing this again, though." She sighed.

"I just don't know what to do! I wanna help her, but she doesn't want my help! I love her and I can't see her like this."

"I know." Maggie squeezed his arm in a comforting way. "You just need to show her that you're there for her, whenever she's ready for your help. She has to admit that she has a problem first, then she'll come looking for you. If you keep pressuring her, things will only get worse. She won't feel like she can be around us anymore, so she'll escape more often and do whatever it is that she does at these places."

"But what if she does too many drugs and has an overdose or something?!"

"That's why we'll always keep an eye on her, to avoid that from happening." Maggie responded. She tried to stay calm for Owen, since it was his first time dealing with this, but inside she was actually freaking out. Maggie hated seeing her best friend like that, but she couldn't lock her up. Amelia had to realize what was going on with her and go to them for help.

On the tour bus, while Owen jammed with the guys from the band and Amelia slept in one of the bunkers, Richard got a text from April Kepner.

"Maggie, look at this." He showed her the phone screen.

In it, there was a story on Hollywood Life about Amelia at a club the day before.

'Rockstar Amelia Shepherd is seen partying hard at a club in Austin. But where is her bae Owen Hunt?

Yesterday, the singer and 1/2 of our favorite power couple, Amelia Shepherd, was seen entering a club in Austin, Texas - where she was staying, following Hunt's tour bus . Sources reported that Shepherd stayed at the club the entire night and was only seen leaving it this morning. This girl clearly likes to party hard, but her boyfriend and folk singer Owen Hunt was not with her. The couple has been together for a long time now and, since then, haven't left each other's sides. Could something be happening that we don't know about? Could they be arguing and slowly separating from each other? Trouble in paradise? Well, we hope not! Stay tuned for more news on our favorite couple!'

"Dammit." Was the only thing Maggie could say. Soon, both of them and Owen were getting calls and texts from reporters wanting to know more on what had happened with the couple. Deciding not to say anything yet, they neglected the interviews.

"They won't settle for this." Owen told them. "They'll want to know and investigate more and probably send a lot of paparazzi to check on our every move. We have to be extra careful."

"Well, for now we act like nothing happened." Richard suggested. "That will eventually bore them and make them quit about this subject. That's our only shot at fixing this. And in the meantime, you two take care of Amelia and be careful with more things that could create these kind of stories."

Owen nodded and then turned to Maggie, who was now more than Amelia's manager to him, she was becoming his friend too. After all, they were both together in this task of helping Amelia, whom both of them loved.

"Maggie, don't you think it'd be better for you and Amelia to go back to LA? I mean, maybe this whole mess with the tour it's what's troubling her. Wouldn't she be more at peace there?" He suggested.

"I disagree, Owen. At least on tour we have her a little bit on our sight. God knows what she would be doing if it was just her and me in LA."

Owen accepted and then looked at Amelia in her bunker. She was awake and staring at the ceiling, a lost expression on her face. Amelia was probably still drunk from her night out, but still Owen wanted to talk to her.

"Hey." He sat in the bunker in front of her.

Amelia looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Leave me alone, Owen."

"What are you so mad about?" He asked.

She sighed and then chose to give him an honest answer.

"All of you treating me like a child, watching me and carrying me from city to city, feeling this obligation to 'take care' of me..." She made the inverted commas sign with her hands. "Just let me be, I don't want any of your help. I'm perfectly fine."

"But you're not, you know you're not." Owen told her and she looked at him without saying anything, silently agreeing. "Also, we're not carrying you anywhere. You're in this tour with us, with me. You're a part of it."

"Oh, please." Amelia chuckled at his statement. "I'm only here to support you, to be your cheerleader. You don't want me here. If it was up to you, you'd leave me in Austin so that I wouldn't be a trouble for your successful career. You just feel like you have this obligation to watch out for me because you're my boyfriend."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Owen was really confused as to why she thought that. "You and I are in this together."

"Yeah, right." She said, with sarcasm. "Owen, our relationship was a lie and you know it. That happy bubble we were in? That does not exist in real life. And this tour has proven it, it was what we needed to pop that bubble."

Owen was speechless, just staring at her. But she kept talking.

"Did you really think that this would work out?" She moved her finger between the two of them when saying 'this', meaning their relationship. "I'm an alcoholic and a drug addict, that's just who I am. And you're trying to rise in your career, but I'm standing in your way. You keep thinking that 'our love will overcome all odds', but guess what? There's no such thing as love. And you've been too fucking naive to believe that life is like this amazing fairytale that you imagined."

She finally stopped her rant and waited for a response from him, but all Owen had to say was:

"Fine."

He stood up and walked away from her. Owen could not believe Amelia had said those things. Sure, she was still probably drunk, but did she really think all of that? Did she really think that their relationship was a lie?

He didn't wanna know. In that moment, Owen decided to step back and not care too much anymore. He would still have to perform with her, but that was it. If she wanted to be left alone, then he would stay away from her.

A few days passed and Amelia was still on her routine of leaving the hotels at night and only coming back in the morning, wasted. She would be locked in her room until Maggie called her to perform with Owen, but sometimes she was so not herself, that they'd choose to skip the performance. On the tour bus, she would still be isolated in the bunkers or talk to one of the guys from the band, but Owen and Amelia barely looked at each other. He was pissed off about their last conversation and decided to not talk to her any longer, but Owen couldn't help himself and usually asked Maggie about how Amelia was doing.

One night, Owen was performing in New York, one of his biggest crowds, when it was time for them to sing Colors. Maggie and Richard thought it was better if she skipped that one, but Amelia insisted on doing it, claiming she was fine. It clearly wasn't true.

The performance began and Amelia was already forgetting and mumbling some of the words. Owen didn't look at her and continued to play his guitar and sing his part, until Amelia fell.

The woman was pacing back and forth on the stage while Owen was singing, probably still high on drugs, when she suddenly tripped on one of the speakers on the floor. The sound went high pitched and everybody stopped what they were doing to look at Amelia. A few seconds of silence that seemed like hours tortured everyone, but before Owen could even think about helping Amelia, she was starting to get back up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Let's move on." She said on the microphone while adjusting her clothes.

Owen hesitated a bit, but continued the song from where he had stopped. The rest of the song went normally, but that moment would for sure was not going to be forgotten so easily.

'OMG! Singer Amelia Shepherd falls on stage in the middle of a performance and boyfriend Owen Hunt doesn't even help her!

Amelia and Owen, one of our favorite couples, seem to be at odds lately, since they won't hang out, tweet about each other or make appearances together as they used to. Despite having a hard time on their relationship, Shepherd still is present in Owen's national tour, performing their song Colors in some states. But, at each passing show, fans have been noticing an emotional distance between the two of them, sometimes not even looking at each other during the song.

It all came down to last night's NYC concert. Both of them were performing, Amelia forgetting some of the words, when she suddenly tripped on a speaker and fell down on stage. All eyes were going from Amelia to Owen, but her boyfriend just stood there, looking at her, until Shepherd stood up by herself and went on with the song, like nothing had happened. Check the video recorded by a fan below!

Weird, isn't it? Why didn't he help her? What is going on between the couple? What had caused Amelia to be such a mess last night? Was she drunk? High? Those are only speculations, but after questioning their managers and publicists and getting nothing in return, we might all agree that some of those might actually be true and they don't want us to know. Curious, huh?

Anyway, stay tuned for more info on our power couple 'cause I'm sure we'll get some answers soon! Xoxo'

"Crap." Maggie cursed and threw the magazine - which Amelia and Owen's relationship was a cover issue of- on top of the table in the hotel's restaurant, where they were having breakfast.

"Are we gonna keep ignoring to talk about this subject?" Richard asked.

"What do we say then, Richard?!" Maggie questioned him, annoyed.

"Well, we could deny the whole thing." He suggested.

"That's not a good idea." April Kepner said on the speaker of Richard's cellphone. After the whole mess at the New York concert, Richard decided to call her for some help. "If you keep denying, soon you'll be faced with somebody finding out the truth and accusing you of lying."

Maggie and Richard stayed silent, waiting for another suggestion.

"When does the tour end?" April asked.

"In two weeks." Richard answered.

"Then what you have to do is wait. There's not much that can happen in two weeks, so just wait for it to be over without saying anything and then they'll forget all about it."

"Yeah, if Owen and Amelia don't decide to dramatically break up until then..." Maggie commented.

"Is it that bad?" Kepner had a sad tone on her voice. She had seen the two of them together and how much they loved each other and just hated that this was happening to them. April had already pictured double dates with Jackson and them, which now she had to forget all about.

"Owen won't even look at her and Amelia is always at parties and stuff, she doesn't even care. But of course it's the effect of the drugs." Richard replied.

"I had a plan of waiting for her to realize that she needed help, but now... I don't know. I mean, I have seen her drunk and high on drugs, but never like this and for this long. I think we might need another plan. But what can we do?" Maggie kind of rambled to herself, resting her head on her hands with frustration.

"I have to go now, guys. But please, call me whenever you need me, okay? I really hope everything works out. I'll pray for Amelia." April said her goodbyes, Richard thanked her and hung up.

"Hey, how is everything?" Owen joined them with a plate in his hands. But, when he saw Maggie's worried expression and had a glimpse of the magazine beside her, he decided to not ask. "I don't even wanna know."

The second to last week of the tour was almost the same as the other ones, but Amelia was starting to act differently. They had fewer shows, which meant more time to enjoy the cities they were in for a day or two. Maggie was expecting Amelia to be acting more wild than normal, going to more parties and enjoying her time away from the tour bus and everybody's judgy looks. But that's not what happened.

Ever since the NYC incident and all of the celebrity news talking about it, which she probably saw, Amelia was starting to spend more time inside her hotel room. Maggie started to knock on her door more frequently to see if she was doing drugs, but either she hid it very well, or she was slowly quitting them.

Maggie didn't know why that was happening, probably her first plan was actually starting to work and Amelia was realizing she needed help. She went to update Owen on Amelia's change of behavior and all he said was:

"Good."

Owen was actually relieved to hear that, but he didn't think he was ready to forgive her just yet. He still needed a little bit of time. But, that's not what he would get.

On Monday, the beginning of his last week on tour, Owen heard a knock on the door of his hotel room in Indiana and, expecting to see Maggie or Richard, he was surprised to see Amelia standing in front of him with a few dried tears on her face, deep dark circles under her eyes and a messy hair.

She was shaking, having to hold herself up on the doorway.

"I need help, Owen. Something happened."

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