Ashton:
My breathing was irate. My heart was pounding against my chest like it was planning to escape from the prison walls guarding it. The room was begging to spin, and I slid down to the floor.
"Ash, are you okay?" Luke asked. Frustrated tears began forming in my eyes and I fought to keep them from falling.
"Ashton? What's going on?" Michel asked.
"I think we should call (Y/N)." Calum suggested. It was the smartest thing that I had heard him say all day. Michael rushed for the phone as I started tugging at my hair, trying to regulate my breathing to keep from passing out.
"Ash?" I heard her voice say through the small phone speaker. "Baby, answer me." She could hear by my heavy breathing that I was not okay. "Ash, you need to breath. Focus on your breathing." She instructed, and I did just that. "Slowly, baby. Slowly." She said in her caring voice. It was 3AM where she was, and here I am having a panic attack right before a show. "Try rolling your shoulders backward slowly, and breath. Just breath." I did exactly that, and pretty soon I could feel my breathing going back to normal, and I didn't feel like I would pass out anymore.
"I miss you." I mumbled.
"I miss you too, babe. I'll be there in a week. I love you, okay? Take it easy."
Calum:
"Oh god." You whispered, holding your hand to your mouth. "Oh god." You said louder this time.
"What is it?" Your best friend asked, bursting into the bathroom. She looked at you, pregnancy test held in your shaky hand. "Is it ...is it positive?" She asked carefully, and you felt a warm tear roll down your cheek. "(Y/N), are you okay?" She asked after noticing that your breathing was irregular, and you were shaking like a leaf.
"No ..." You croaked. Your knees were weak, and the room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, and getting hotter. You tried to breath, but the effort made you feel light headed. And then you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Calum walked into the room seconds later. He looked between you and your friend, and then at the pregnancy test in your hand.
"Babe .." You heard him say before you passed out.
Luke:
I rushed through the hospital, none of what I had been told making any sense to me. All I knew was that I needed to see her.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" I said to the lady in reception. She typed her name on the computer, and then looked up at me.
"I'm sorry, sir, but only family is allowed to go in there." She said so calmly that I wanted to stab her with the pen in front of her.
"No, you don't understand. She's my girlfriend. I need to see her. I need to know that she is okay." I explained frantically, but she still wasn't having it.
"Family only." She said, and I couldn't believe how impossible she was being. She wouldn't allow me to see the one girl that I loved, just to make sure that she was okay. The room was now spinning, and my heart beat against my chest, tears welling up in my eyes as I thought of all the possibilities. She could die. Or worse, she could be dead. "Sir, are you okay?"
"Please." I pleaded as I felt the first of the tears stream down my face. My voice was weak, and I believed that I would pass out at any given moment. But I needed to keep fighting, because I needed to see her. My heart was about to explode, and I had the craziest head ache known to man.
"I'm sorry, sir."
Michael:
I stood in the crowd, being pushed against the barrier by the girls behind me. I tried to ignore it, but after two hours of all this pushing, my body couldn't take it anymore. I had been warned that it could get intense in golden circle, but I still went ahead and bought the ticket. The heat, plus the excitement, plus the pushing and not drinking enough water before and during the show was enough to give me another one of those anxiety attacks.
"(Y/N), are yoy okay?" My friend, (Y/F/N) asked after seeing that I was no longer singing along to the songs and having a good time.
"I can't breath." I told her, and there were the tears.
"Give her space!" She yelled back at the girls behind us as I crouched down and tried to gather my wits. "Don't go down there, you need air." She said, helping me to my feet once again, which didn't seem like such a good idea once I was up there. I felt light headed, like I would pass out at any moment. I struggled to breath while (Y/F/N) rubbed my back, telling me to breath. I was right in front, and looked like I was about to die. Michael stood right in front of us while he sang his solo and looked down to see me slowly slipping from consciousness, and frowned. He pointed and one of the security people rushed over to me, Michael still starring with a concerned look on his face.
"She's having an anxiety attack." I heard (Y/F/N) say to the security guy who had come to help. They had reached the end of the song, and Michael jumped off of the stage to help.
"Hey, are you okay?" Michael asked, and I almost passed out because he was so close. "Just breath." He instructed. "Give her space!" He said to the girls around me who were freaking out because he was so close. I breathed in deep, then exhaled, breathing in once again, and exhaled. I could feel my heartbeat returning to a normal pace, and I smiled and nodded at Michael. He hugged me, and whispered "Take it easy" in my ear, before hopping back onto the stage.
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That picture of Michael was enough to give me a panic attack. My goodness, can he just not ..
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