Liam’s mouth dropped when he realised. It wasn’t a big deal really, but he loved to worry. Zayn, Louis, Niall and Liam had gone out clubbing. Obviously Liam didn’t drink; afraid that the fact he only had one kidney would make it life threatening if he were to get drunk.
It was Louis’ round and he’d ordered two three triple vodka and cokes and just a diet coke for Liam. The club was hot and as soon as the drinks hit the table, Liam had downed his. It was the after taste which made him want to cry. That wasn’t coke he’d just drank.
The other boys burst out laughing; they’d been trying for months to get Liam pissed and he’d gone and done it himself without them even needing to spike his drink. Liam didn’t find it funny though- his eyes were filled with sheer terror and his hands were beginning to tremble.
Niall was the first to realise. Liam’s voice was shaky and broken “I’m going to die aren’t I?” The statement was ridiculous but it was said in all seriousness. And then his head started spinning, but not from the alcohol. The music was loud and the club was full and Liam was totally convinced that he was dying.
His chest tightened and his hand flew to his heart to feel at it beating as though he had just run a marathon. His sight had gone blurry and his mouth was dry. His ears were ringing, but he could just make out the Irish accent “Liam. Liam mate don’t worry, it’s ok. You’re just having a panic attack. Let’s get you outside and get you some fresh air.”
Liam didn’t mean to seem rude or ungrateful, but he didn’t want Niall right now. He thrashed his body around to rid himself of the grip the blonde boy had on him as he lowered himself from the bench onto the ground. He just managed to get the important words out before he lost the ability to move completely as less and less oxygen made its way into his lungs “Harry. I want Harry. Please, I need Harry. Somebody get Harry.”
Niall and Zayn stayed with Liam while Louis nipped outside where it was quiet enough to call their band mate “Harry? Listen, I don’t have time to explain but you need to come to the club….quick. Liam’s asking for you. Please Hurry; it’s urgent.”
The club was a good ten minutes walk away from the apartment but somehow Louis managed to see a curly haired silhouette running towards him not a minute later. He was out of breath and in his pyjamas and didn’t even have any shoes or socks on. Louis watched in amazement as the breathless boy fought his way through two bouncers who were trying to restrain him, telling him that pyjamas were simply not allowed in the club and while that rule isn’t clearly stated anywhere it is common sense.
Harry didn’t let it stop him and after several punches to the men thrice his size, he was scanning the club, pushing his way through the crowd of people that we now circling Liam. Liam’s eyelids were flickering and his breath was still irregular, his hand still clasping his chest as though having a heart attack.
As soon as Harry knelt beside him on the cold and beer-stained floor, Liam’s eyes went from being glazed over to focussed- their gaze not leaving Harry’s own. Harry’s touch had an even stronger affect on the ‘dying’ boy; as soon as Harry’s arms were around him and his lips were pressed against his forehead, Liam’s breathing returned to normal as if by magic.
Harry moved his mouth to Liam’s ear and whispered “It’s ok baby, I’m here now, shhhhh.” He rocked him backwards and forwards like a baby as he spoke soothingly and reassuringly. When he was sure that he was ok he pulled the older boy up and helped him back to the seat. Everyone in the club was still watching the strange occurrence, mouths open in shock at seeing one direction, seeing Harry in pyjamas in a night club and seeing Liam having a panic attack on the floor.
A grin formed on Harry’s face as an idea came to mind “How about with give them something else to gawp at Lili?” Liam looked in confusion and his eyes widened as Harry leant in and kissed him for the first time in public, deepening the kiss until their tongues were entwined and the entire club were cheering and wolf-whistling. “Thank you Harry. I love you.” Liam said, pulling away.
“I love you too Liam, you gave me such a fright there.”
“Do you think the newspapers will get hold of this?” Liam asked, worried that his panic attack might be front page new by the next day.
“I think our little kiss might just top that Liam.” Harry giggled.
*
THE NEXT DAY
“Guys have you seen the paper?” Louis asked, laughing.
“Oh shit, I don’t think I wanna see it.” Harry replied, worried.
Louis read it out anyway “A new Super hero was spotted last night, running through the streets of London and fighting off two bouncers at a popular club in Soho in order to save One Direction superstar Liam Payne, who was reportedly dying from alcohol poisoning. Locals are referring to the mystery man as ‘Pyjama Man’.
“What? Does it really say that?” Harry asked, bewildered.
“No!” Louis laughed “It doesn’t even mention it.”
