Shiall one-shots

Unicorns in Michigan

Summary: Shawn gets a panic attack after reading some hate on the internet. Niall (already his boyfriend) comes home at the right time and comforts him.

Warning: panic attack

Type: fluff (1.562 words)

SHAWN'S POV.

"Such a faggot"

"He's a liar"

"He thinks he's shit hot. He ain't new no not even close he's mud af"

"He's a mutt"

"He's annoying"

"He thinks he's so cool and thinks he's the best singer ever (when he sucks at singing)"

"He doesn't care about anyone but himself"

"He's a shit talker"

"He's annoying"

"He's a bitch"

"A slut"

"He's too white"

"He's too skinny"

"He slept with Niall for fame"

I was scrolling through some hate I came across on tweeter. I had been dealing with anxiety for so long and this was all just too much.

The last one hurt the most because it wasn't just about me. I dragged Niall into all this hate when we decided to come out.

I felt selfish. I felt bad. I felt dirty. I felt like all the things the fans were saying were true. And then I suddenly felt nervous too.

I felt hot waves going through my body while I went and slid down the wall. My shirt was something I didn't want at that moment so I pulled it off.

It felt like I was consuming all the air inside my lungs. I felt like ripping all the skin off my bones. My head wasn't spinning, I just felt like I was lost in space and time.

My muscles tensed and I was freaking out which didn't help a lot to the condition I was in. I had a panic attack before. I was young and my mom comforted me. It lasted about 12 minutes and I wasn't ready to go through that again.

I felt nauseous and I knew I needed something. Or someone. I knew I needed Niall. But that was the problem. Niall wasn't supposed to be home until like 5 hours from now. Because it wasn't my first time I knew I just had o ride it out but it would be easier with Niall here.

I sat there as I just waited for something to happen. For it to get better or worst. Lucky me, around 10 minutes in it became even worse. I felt anxiety, fear, sadness, and then I whimpered. Sure Niall still wasn't here but somebody finally came. My panic probably woke Tarzan up who was sleeping in our bedroom. He ran to me and cuddled into my touch.

He licked all over my face and my hands. I was relieved and slowly calmed down. I just sat there a couple of minutes and thought. I knew what triggered my panic attack but what if it happens again?

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Three hours later I heard my phone ding. I went over to it and saw Niall posted a new pic. It was him and Harry just laughing over something the ice cream man said. It was cute.

I went to comments and scrolled down. Most people were commenting hearts, smiling emojis, something about Larry, or even something loving about Niall and me.