Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 4

I can feel myself suddenly growing anxious. I can get through this, I self-talk myself. I won't die, there is nothing dangerous in this room, calm the hell done, I yell inside my head.
As if by chance Pete realises I'm having a anxiety attack, he nudges his head and excuses me.
I don't realise how fast I jump up out of my seat until Misty pipes up, "Echo you ok?"
I know all eyes are on me now, I could have saved myself the stares if I got up slowly and with less vigour.
"Yep" I answer through rushed breaths. With that I turn on my heel and walk swiftly out to the foyer.
I sit on the stairs and put my head between my legs and being to breathe deeply. See I can do this I tell myself. Like hell you can, answers the other side of my brain. The one that the dark cloud follows around.
I sit there with my head down for what seems like hours but isn't.
"Are you ok?" asked the raspy smooth voice.
Oh no, no, no, no I think. I don't need this, I cant do this right now.
"Um yep" is all I can manage.
"Would you like a glass of water?" the beautiful sounding voice asks again. I can't even look in his direction, I don't trust myself. I forgot how to respond to the to people a year ago. Damn I don't want to think of that of that. I slowly begin to lift my head but as I do, I realise I'm alone again.
Oh thank god for that, I think, I'm saved. I didn't need to or plan on interacting with anyone tonight, just to attend. As I rearrange my jacket and pull my hood off, to cool myself off from the heat that comes with an anxiety attack, I'm met with those green eyes again.

They look soft and gentle. Not lost and in a frenzy like mine.
"I brought you a cup of water, although Misty tells me your quite the Java addict" Harry finishes the sentence with a smile. Wow what a smile, perfect, dimpled and with a slight smirk. Is this what I look like when I smirk, I think.
Echo, concentrate on the moment, I tell myself.
"Cheers" I respond putting my hand out to take the water. As I do, our fingers touch, and I recall a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. My stomach is filled with butterflies, or is that anxiety over this social situation?
"So is there anything else I can do for you, coffee maybe? Or perhaps a decafe one, easier on the nerves?" I watch his mouth as the words spill out and I have to concentrate on what is being said to me.
"Um, on thanks, the water is fine and decafe coffee tastes like..well not like real coffee" I answer in a rushed way I do when I'm feeling panicked.
I watch his eyes roll and see him smirk adding "I'm more of a tea drinker myself, but I won't judge" he chuckles.
What is going on and who is this person. Harry isn't here to help himself but to help his sister. I admire that he has proven to by a supported help to his sibling. Unlike mine I think.
I quickly finish my water and crush my cup out of habit, and stand again. I really need to get out of here before someone else bails me up about my little incident.
"Thank again, I gotta go" I spit out to quickly. I turn towards the exit, hearing Harry words,
"I'll see you next time".
Could I go back next time and have him approach me again? I shake my head and walk out into the rain, forgetting my hoodie is off.