Sturniolo Triplets Oneshots/Sickfics

Chris - mood swings.

Thx to @heartstopper8686 and @AboiHey2 for this request.

Chris had this problem. It was never fully diagnosed, as he had never went to the doctor's for it. He would change moods in a snap of a finger. Someone could look at him in the seemingly wrong way, and he would snap at them.

His brothers thought he was just having a bad day. His parents thought it was just attitude. But Chris knew there was something bigger than just what others thought. 

He couldn't remember the last time he felt truly happy, the last time he could go a complete week, nevermind a day, wtithout getting angry. 

"Chris? What do you want for supper?" Matt asked him. 

"I dunno." 

"Just pick something. It's not that hard. It's just us, so i'm not sure what to make."

"I SAID I DON"T KNOW! FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF IF IT'S NOT HARD THEN!" Chris snapped, covering his mouth as he was taken aback by his own words. Matt gasped. 

"Chris! You are not allowed to raise your voice!" Matt said, his mother Matt kicking in as Nick wasn't home. 

Guilt pooled in Chris's chest and stomach as he realized what he said. 

"I....i'm sorry. i promise i didn't mean to."

"Just get out. I don't want to see you." Matt said. Chris got up quickly, leaving behind his headphones in the rush. He ran to his room and locked the door. He pulled out his phone and reached into his pocket for his headphones. But he couldn't find them.

Gasping, Chris drove himself deeper into a panic attack. Music always helped him calm down and he knew Matt would be mad if he went back downstairs. 

Why did he have to lash out like he did. He would still be relaxing downstairs if he had just answered Matt. 

This drove him deeper into his panic and soon all he could hear was his erratic breathing, his heartbeat and his harsh sobs coming out from his mouth. 

Chris was starting to feel exhausted, but his panic attack hadn't subsided in the tiniest amount. Deep breaths werent helping. He needed his music. It had been around 15 minutes, 15 minutes where Chris begged silently for help. 

The door vibrated against his back as someone knocked on it. Chris recoiled, still gasping slightly. 

NICK P.O.V.

I looked at my phone that was vibrating. I was just on my way to hang out with Justin for a few hours as he was in town. Matt was calling me. 

I picked up the phone. "Hey, Matt. What's up?"

"N-nick, i dont know what to do. Chris and i had an argument and he's locked himself in his bedroom. I think he's having a a panic attack...and-and i-i cant go in because i'll have a panic attack and he left his headphones downstairs, so he's not calming down. He needs you. I can't help him alone." Matt gasped out, taking a big breath at the end of his sentance. 

"Okay, Matt? Breathe. You can breathe. I"ll turn around and come home okay, just try to talk to Chris and i'll be home in 10 minutes." I said, the uber driver turning around as he heard my slightly panicked voice. I quickly texted Justin to ask if he could meet us at the house, or i would have to cancel as an emergency came up. 

I fumbled, getting the money out of my pocket to pay the driver. I got it out and gave it to him, saying sorry for the troubles and rushing inside the house.