Harry Styles Injury and Sickfics

3. Panic Attack

It's just another normal day in 2014 for harry. Niall had been round his all day and they were chilling and watching tv on the sofa. All of a sudden, harry's phone buzzed. 

Harry: mind pausing the tv niall, i'm just going to go to the bathroom and check my phone.

Niall: sure thing bud.

Harry: thanks neil.

niall rolled his eyes as harry smirked, picking up his phone and walking upstairs to his bathroom. He opened his phone and his smirk faded into a panicked frown. There he saw a chain of tweets calling him horrible things. he buried his head into the heals of his hands.

Harry: fuck fuck fuck..

All of a sudden, harry felt his chest tightening and his heart beating rapidly. His legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground, tears now streaming down his face. His breathing became so bad that he was gasping for air, not helping with his asthma.

Niall: he's been up there for 10 minutes.. i guess i'll go check on him.

Niall walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. Harry, panicking, didn't have the energy or strength to reach up and open the door.

Niall: harry bud, you okay? 

Niall then heard harry's sobbing and gasping.

Niall: right that's it, i'm coming in.

Harry: n-no...

Ignoring harry's attempt to stop him, niall burst into the bathroom. 

Niall: shit harry!

Harry: s-sorry..

Niall knelt down in front of harry and grabbed his hands.

Niall: harry look at me please.

Harry: i c-can't..

Harry, still gasping for air, clutched niall's hands tightly.

Niall: right harry, you're having a panic attack, so i need you to look at me please.

Harry reluctantly looked up, his tear stained cheeks becoming even more damp with each tear shed.

Niall: right harry, breathe with me okay. 

Harry nodded, gulping.

Niall: right, 1 2 3 and in.. right then 1 2 3 and out..

Harry breathed in and out shakily in time with niall, clutching niall's hands even tighter.

Niall: good! now keep doing that okay? i'm going to dampen a towel with some cold water.

Harry tried to focus on his breathing, but was overcome with a feeling of sickness. He managed to drag himself to the toilet and then proceeded to vomit. Niall turned around at the sound of harry moving and rushed over to harry, cold water dripping all over the floor. Harry shakily reached up to hold his hair out of his face. Niall gently rubbed harry's back.

Niall: there we go.. get it all out mate. that's it..

At this point, harry's breathing had slowed. once he'd finished throwing up, he sat up against the side of the bath, throwing his head back in exhaustion.

Niall: feeling better? 

Harry nodded, still a little breathless. Niall offered harry the cool towel as he sat down next to him. He took it and gently dabbed his forehead with it. 

Harry: thanks for.. helping me mate..

Niall: not a problem, would you like me to stay here tonight? I'd like to keep an eye on you, that was scary!!

Harry: yes please.. that would.. be nice.

Niall: hey hey keep breathing in and out okay? would you like a drink?

Harry: yeah.. water would be.. nice.

Niall: okay! keep breathing for me like i told you and i'll be back before you know it.

Niall ran downstairs and filled a glass of water, being back within 5 minutes. once he got back up to the bathroom, harry's breathing had pretty much gone back to normal.

Niall: there he is! harry's back everyone!

Harry chuckled.

Niall: here's your water sir!

Harry: thanks mate, not just for the water, for helping me through that.

Niall: not a problem! 

Niall plonked himself back down beside harry. suddenly, niall felt harry's head fall onto his shoulder. Harry had drifted off to sleep. Niall made his best attempt to not wake him up, but was definitely not strong enough to pick him up. Harry woke up at niall's attempt to carry him, rubbing his eyes.

Harry: sorry did i fall asleep? 

Niall: yeah, but it's okay, you must be exhausted lad.

Harry: mhm.

Niall: right lets get you into bed yeah? are your legs still a bit jelly like?

Harry nodded. Niall knelt down and slung harry's arm over his shoulders, pulling him up.

Niall: now walk with me yeah?

Harry: okay..

They eventually made it to harry's room, and before niall could even say goodnight, harry was asleep. Niall smiled and pulled harry's shoes off before pulling the duvet over him. He switched the light off and was about to close the door when he heard harry talk, his voice whispering and raspy.

Harry: niall..

Niall: yeah?

Harry: thank you..

Niall: you're more than welcome, goodnight harry..

Niall closed the door.

*authors note: hope you enjoyed this one!!*