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you're my anchor H.H.

harry holland x reader; read with caution (anxiety attack)

"No! We need the lighting to be more subtle!" Harry turned towards Michael, a crew member who was known for being a bit of a slacker. "How many times do I need to say it?"
You had come by around the forty minute mark of Harry's current photoshoot. It was a client who'd been bugging him despite his schedule being busy, but he accepted when more money was offered. You came with coffee and refreshments, mostly for Harry but you brought a few extras in case anyone else was in need of something.

"Hey baby," You stood from the director's style chair. "Need help with anything?"

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "No, thanks Y/N/N."

You nodded, sighing too. You were playing with the string of your hoodie, out of nerves for him, of course. He had a tendency to overwork himself, and he never realized it until it was too late.

Twenty minutes passed when he'd stopped taking pictures. He was growing frustrated; you could tell from his body language. When he started scrolling through the shots he'd taken, he almost cried. You came up to him carefully, gently grazing his arm with your fingertips.

"Yes! For the last time, everything is fine, Y/N!"

You took a step away, taken aback by his outburst. You weren't angry, though, but your worry grew.

Harry could feel his palms grow sweaty, and nerves filled him as he feared he might drop the camera with how much he was shaking. He felt the world closing in on him, filling his lungs with everything he didn't need, suffocating him to the point of no return. His vision blurred, and before he knew it, tears were falling. You quickly grabbed the camera from his grasp, setting down on the chair as you pulled him away, tucking yourself into a corner where you would go unseen by other people.

"Harry," you didn't want to startle him, suffocate him more by touching him constantly. "Can you hear me?" He faintly nodded, eyes squinting as he clenched his jaws and his fists. "Breathe with me, baby," You exhaled and inhaled loudly in hopes that he would follow along. He did, continuing with the breathing exercises while you asked questions.

"Three things you can hear?"

He paused, swallowing thickly before answering. "You, the cars, uhm-" he shut his eyes tighter. "And- Andrew's bicycle bell."

"That's good! That's good, baby," you assured him, in front of him with your legs crossed, knees touching his while your hands held his own. "Three things you can feel?"

"You, the ground, the cold." You smiled. Sitting there for the next ten minutes, his breathing calmed and his tears stopped. When he looked up again, you were looking to the building the photoshoot was taking behind. "Thank you," He said softly. You whipped your head in his direction, smiling gently.

"Of course, baby."

He pulled you into his embrace, hugging you closely, tightly. "Don't know what I'd do without you, love" He mumbled into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

"You just need a break, Har," You tried to sound as unbothered as you could, but it was hard when the boy you loved most was sacrificing his mental health for his work. It was his passion until it turned into a chore. "I hate seeing you like this," you spoke sadly and it made Harry frown.

"I know, baby," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder."

"You don't have to try harder," you looked into his eyes. "You have me, but you need to learn to listen to me when you're getting stressed. I need to be your anchor I- I need to be the thing that pulls you out of your own mess when you're having a rough time."

He sniffled, kissing your lips softly, gently, warmly. He was holding you so vividly, and you were hyper aware of his fingers on your skin. You didn't want him to slip away, slip from your fingers. You didn't want to lose him.

"You are my anchor, angel," His voice was damp and deep. "You're my rock. I need you."

"I need you, Harry," It was your turn to sniffle. "I can't lose you."