Harry Styles Mini Me

Ch.29: Asthma Attack/Anxiety attack

I'm talking to Harry Lambert, he's asking if there's anything I would love to see Harry in and we're throwing ideas back and forth when I get an urgent text from Jeff.

JEFFREY: kinda need your help here.

That's weird. When I left Harry with Jeff, he was doing his pre-stage ice bath and Anthony was trying to get some photos for Harry's Instagram.

K: what's up? Everything ok?

My phone pings with Jeff's reply almost instantly.

Jefferey: Harry's super anxious, crying and pulling at his hair. I don't know whats wrong. I don't want him to start having an asthma attack. Need you like, NOW.

Seeing that Harry needs help I bolt toward his dressing room, dodging tour employees and equipment swiftly. Thankfully his dressing room door is open so I can come right in instead of slamming the door open and possibly scaring Harry more.

Seeing Harry breaks my heart. He's sitting in his grey GUCCI bathrobe in the corner of the room, hunched over, bunching himself up so he looks small, his hands shaking as they are placed over his ears, his elongated fingers pulling at his drying curls and he's spluttering. I crouch in front of Harry concerned and flit my eyes to Jeff nodding, silently asking for him to please wait outside.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here. Bubby, you're safe. You are safe I promise you. Hey, none of that." I successfully without much fight pull his fingers from his curls and hold his hands in mine, squeezing tight so he knows I'm right here even if he can't focus right now.

Thankfully I don't think he needs his inhaler just yet and if I can calm him quick enough he won't need it. I open his robe and place his hand on his bare chest. "H, do you feel my hand?" He nods. "Ok good can you try and slow it down? You can do it; slow it down babe."

As he attempts to breathe with me, he finds the fake pearls on my suit jacket and runs his fingertips over them, using them to ground himself, not looking anywhere else for a moment except at the bright pearls. "Aren't those fancy? Harry did a good job on my suit, didn't he?" I smile at him so he understands I'm not mad at him at all if he can't calm himself down "quickly enough".

He starts to finger spell for me. We use ASL for times like this where we're too overwhelmed or don't trust our voices that much.

L-E-N-N-

I understands what he wants before he can finish spelling our sons name. I pull out my phone and open up my photos so he can slide through my camera roll and see his sons cheeky big smile. "You wanna go see Lennon?" He looks up at me in surprise and signs, I... go.... home? See... Lennon? His ASL sentences are choppy since his anxiety is still high, and his hands are probably tingly or close to numb so it takes him a minute to sign what he's saying enough to where I can decipher what he's saying.

"Yes bub. I think your body is telling you need a major break. I can tell Jeff and we can leave as soon as you want."

At the mention of me telling Jeff he shuts down again, shaking his head, eyes big and crazy. Jeff will be mad! Harry signs, feeling as though he's a child that got in trouble. I take his wrist and pull it from his hair again. "No babe, he's concerned about you. Who do you think told me to come help you?" He looks toward the door that Jeff left out of minutes prior. He nods and signs, yes home please.

I nod, taking my phone from Harry's lap and putting it in my suit pocket. "Do you think you can stand yet? Or are your legs too jelly still?" He cracks a tiny smile at the word jelly and repeats it back to me. "Ok. We gotta wait then." Harry nods and sighs, finally getting a deep breath in, the exhaustion of the last few minutes of havoc on his body catching up to him.

Still wordlessly, he head butts me softly in the tummy, placing his head in my lap and reaches for my hand grabbing it and putting it in his curls. "Oh, you want me to play with 'em till you can walk again hm?" He can't nod with his head in my lap so he just shows me a thumbs up which makes me chuckle.

While massaging Harry's scalp I call Jeff back in and taking notice of the scene in front of him I think he can guess that Harry's calm now but he won't be on stage tonight. I tell him exactly that and Jeff quickly agrees.

"Alright Harry do you want to jog to the car with me? So there's less crowds and screaming?" He nods, pulling me with him. He jogs slowly (for him) so that I with my short height and short legs can keep up with him and so he can keep me close.

Once we're in the black SVU that takes us back to the house, Harry fold himself up in the backseat, yet again, placing his head in his lap and immediately my hand returns to his hair. "Kian?" My name being the only word he's uttered since I've found him. "Yes bub?" He continues speaking with his eyes closed. "After I give Lennon a goodnight cuddle, can I be little spoon?"

I chuckle and kiss his hand. "Of course lovie."

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THAT WAS RANDOM! But those "Harry texts you ____" stories on Insta gave me inspiration so here ya go! I thought this was really cute although it's short.

Love ya see ya soon 🧡