Taylor Swift Imagines

She Helps You During a Panic Attack

You walk into your hallway after coming in the front door, with your girlfriend right behind you.  Taylor has been dating you for over a year now, and you had just moved in with her. 

The black combat boots you had just slipped off at the door matched your black jeans and blue top. The two of you were dressed up a bit because you and Taylor went out to a dinner with few of her celebrity friends. 

You rubbed your chest as you could feel it aching. You worried, "I have to be sick. I got all of Taylor's amazing friends sick. I shouldn't have gone, I seemed so stupid there."

Suddenly tears streamed down your face, you turned around from Taylor who was digging through the fridge.

In your anxiety, you crumpled on the ground starting to lose oxygen because you were holding your breath. "This must be a panic attack, calm down Y/N." You have had panic attacks before, but they were always so hard to get out of.

"How am I already hungry Y/N, we just had din-" She closed the fridge to see you panicking. Taylor ran over to you put her arms around you.

"Kitten, come here, Is everything okay?" You shrugged your shoulders while crying. She figured out was going on. "I think you're having a panic attack. Everything's going to be okay, let's get you into a nice bath."

She kissed and you and brought you into the bathroom, then started running the bath. Taylor rubbed your hands, "Is there anything we can talk about?"

"I just, I don't know. I feel so stupid in front of all your great friends. I'm not good enough for you, I'm sorry baby," You blubbered out to her.

Your girlfriend kissed your head and told you, "Y/N, you're not stupid. You are amazing and I LOVE YOU. I don't deserve you beautiful." She then proceeded to take off your clothes and you stepped into the bath.

"Deep breaths Y/N/N." You breathed in and out as best you could while Taylor fiddled with a few loss strands of your hair. The warm tears on your face finally started to subside from crying.

After laying there for half an hour, with the conversation eventually going onto simple topics, you were done with your pruned toes.

"I love you so much Taylor, can we go cuddle in bed?"

She smiled with her beautiful bright blue eyes and said, "Of course muffin, let's go." 

Her positiveness and supportiveness helped you stopping your panic attack and after the bath, you two snuggled in bed for the rest of the night.