Footballer Imagines (Premier League)

Panic Attack - Callum Wilson

Your anxiety was quite bad at the minute, probably due to stress from the nonstop studying for your exams in a few months time, and the fact that all signs of a sleep schedule had gone out the window with you practically nocturnal now, having random naps throughout the day and staying up all night to revise and then having to go to Uni for 8am the next day, to be honest all the pressure was really getting to you but you didn't want to admit it. Your boyfriend kept telling you to take a break from the constant staring at a workbook and the drinking five cups of coffee every couple hours and the not moving from your desk chair all day saying you were "busy with Uni stuff" although both you and him knew you were zoned out most of the time, looking at the blank wall in front of you and your mind wandering out of reality, you were a very adamant person and never listened to his advice, saying "you knew what was best for your body"...well that was what you thought anyways.

You had just gotten in from a run, a long one, making up for all the others you missed from your weekly routine, when you opened up your laptop to find assignment after assignment due in later that day and you hadn't even started them, and in that moment you felt your breathing increase RAPIDLY and your chest become heavy, causing you to go into full on panic mode. Just breathe, you tried to tell yourself, but that only made you start hyperventilating which then led to a few uncontrollable tears to form in your eyes as you gripped the table beside you to keep your balance, one hand on your phone, trying to get your shaky fingers to press the caller ID next to Calum's name. As you went to phone him, in he walked through the door, instantly dropping his training bag and rushing over to you, placing one arm around your shoulder, gently rubbing your back, the other running itself through your hair as he whispered a small "shh" into your ear and planting a light kiss on your head. He was clueless on what to do really, I mean he's only ever seen you have a panic attack once before and then he proper freaked out, almost causing himself to have one.

"Cal-calum" you just about managed to get out in between the heavy breaths, "shh close your eyes baby" he said, putting a hand on your face, cupping your cheeks staring at you as your eyelids flicked closed, "now don't think about anything and breathe in slowly through your nose" he continued, his hand cooling your flushed cheeks, you taking a big inhale in, starting to feel your chest relax again. "There you go darling" he replied as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping our arms around his neck before whispering a massive "thank you" into his ear a he let out a small laugh, "no need to thank me...but promise me you're gonna go sit on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn and stick on Netflix and just forget about the essays and that for once, please" he pleaded, giving you the irrefutable puppy dog eyes and the pouty lip, "fineee, but only if we get to rewatch all of the office" you argued, smirking, knowing it must've been at least the third time you made him watch the tele series, you were lucky to have him in your life ❤️