They Don't Know About Us || Larry Stylinson

Panic Attack

***Harry's Pov***

  After dinner, the streets were pretty much empty. So, we decided to walk the two blocks back to our hotel. Luckily, we made it back without getting caught by fans or paps.  Once we got back to the hotel, we slowly made our way to our individual rooms, which are -conveniently- all on the same floor.

  "See you guys," Zayn said as he opened his door. Liam also said goodbye and walked left the group because his room was right across the hall from Zayn's.

  Shortly after, Louis parted left for his room without a word to Niall or I. Niall's room was right next to mine, so we stopped outside for a moment to say goodbye.

  "It's funny how we're all on the same floor even though we didn't plan it that way," I chuckled.

  "Yeah. Management probably did it. Simon probably thinks that if we're all on the same floor it'll be like a big slumber party," Niall replies, rolling his eyes.

  "Probably," I nod. "Goodnight Ni."

  "Night Haz."

  I walked into my room and headed to take a shower. Unfortunately, I had not been able to take a shower since before I got on my plane. By the time I got to the hotel earlier, it was time to get ready and head to the restaurant. 

  I strip and relax under the hot water, breathing in the scent of my coconut lime shampoo.

  After I shower, I lay on my bed, flipping through channels on the tv. I finally land on Friends and watch it mindlessly until I get tired. Then, I flick the tv off and crawl under the covers, quickly falling asleep.

  ***Niall's POV***

  I wake up to the sound of muffled cries. I sit up and look around. It's not (obviously) coming from anywhere in my suite. It's coming from next door. Harry!

  I stand up, pulling on my plaid pajama pants and a thin white shirt before rushing out of my room and to Harry's door.

  "Haz? Haz, open up!" I shout through the door. 

  Liam walks out of his room groggily. "What's wrong Ni?"

  "Harry. I think he's having a panic attack," I reply and then continue banging on the door. "Haz, please open up."

  "Harry, please open the door. We're right here," Liam stands beside me, talking in a much calmer voice.
  I sigh. It's not going to work. Harry used to have panic attacks when we were in the band. He would usually had them if he spiraled too deep into his thoughts, had a bad dream, or was overwhelmed. And the only one who could ever help him was Louis. Wait! Louis!

  "Li, go get Lou," I instruct.

  "Wha- Why? They hate each o- Oh!" Liam obliges, running towards Louis' room.

  "What's going on?" Louis asks tiredly as he walks up next to me, Liam hot on his heels. He looks slightly annoyed that we woke him up in the middle of the night.

  "I think Harry's having a panic attack," I reply.

  "What?!" Louis is suddenly wide awake, his eyes worried.

  "He won't answer the door," Liam replies and Zayn saunters up next to him, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

  "What are you lads doing?"

  "No time to explain," Louis tells him. "Guys, go downstairs to the desk and see if you can get an extra key for his room."

  Liam nods. "Ok. We'll see if we can get an extra key for all the rooms."

***Louis' POV***

  Liam, Niall, and Zayn run off, and I turn back to Harry's door. "Haz, please open up," I beg.

  No reply. 

  "C'mon luv, open up," I'm answered by the never-ending muffled cries.

  "I'm right here Harry. I'm not going to leave you. We'll get through this together," I tell him, resting my forehead against the door. "Please open up."

  I know it's been almost 4 years since I've even texted Harry, but I can't stand the thought of him going through these alone. How many panic attacks has he gone through alone?

  About ten minutes later, the boys come back with their hands full of room keys. Five keys for each room, I'm guessing. Zayn hands me a card and I swipe it quickly, running into the room.

  Harry's sitting on the bed, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. His forehead is sweaty from the overexertion of the panic attack. His breathing is heavy and uneven. The sight in front of me makes me want to cry, but I can't. I have to stay calm for him.

  "Harry, babe, you're ok," I sit next to him, and hug him tightly.

  "Shh, you're al'ight," I whisper, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

  After a while, Harry calms down and falls back asleep.  The boys stand around me while I still cradle Harry in my arms. Zayn looks like he's about to fall asleep standing up. Niall looks worried, but he's also smiling. And Liam looks like he's thinking about something.

  "You guys can go back to your rooms. I've got this," I tell my tired friends.

  Zayn doesn't waste any time. He gets up and says goodbye before taking his 5 key cards  and heading back to his room. Niall and Liam, on the other hand, are hesitant to leave.

  "Go get some sleep guys. I'll keep an eye on him."

  "But...you and Harry hate each other, I thought," Liam says.

  "What?" I almost shout, but then remember the sleeping boy in my arms. "I don't hate Harry; I could never. I don't know about him, but I don't hate him."

  "Then why were you ignoring him at dinner?" Niall asks.

  "Because it was awkward. And I think he probably hates me," I reply sadly. "I mean, we haven't talked in years."

  "Ohhh, ok. Well then, we'll head back to our rooms. Call if you need anything," Liam says.

  Then, he hands Liam and I each 5 cards. He lays 5 more on Harry's nightstand, Turns out, they did actually get enough keys for all of us to be able to access every room. Niall and Liam leave, and I am left alone with a sleeping Harry.

  I ease us down onto the bed with Harry as the little spoon and me as the big spoon. After about an hour though, I decide that waking up next to Harry in the morning could make things worse between us than they already are. So, after making absolutely sure that Harry is ok and that I have my room keys, just in case, I head back to my room.