A Broken Dream (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen: Confused and Afraid

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•Leah's POV

I could barely breathe, the world seemed to be closing in on me. Harry ran and laid me gently on the couch.

"What do you need? Here, try drinking this." The amount of people surrounding me swirled in my vision.

I was having an anxiety attack.

Harry tried handing me a water bottle but I pushed it away. He just sat there, confused and afraid. I had done this. I ruin everything. It's all my fault and I'm just going to be left on the street and I'm going to die. I'm going to die broken and alone and depressed and out of control. I can't do this, I'm not going to make it through all of this.

I was beginning to get cold, shivering even. Harry saw the chattering of my teeth and ran down the hall towards the dressing rooms. He came back with his jacket and helped me put it on. There were roadies everywhere, surrounding me, smothering me.

"...air..." I was able to mutter out. Harry was confused for a second before it clicked.

"Back up, back up please. She can't breathe." The roadies backed up and I could breathe a little better, but I was still hyperventilating badly. My chest stung with every intake of oxygen and I was getting light headed. The other boys sprinted towards us but Harry stopped them.

My world was collapsing around me, and all I could do was watch.

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"Are you okay?" I had settled down and Harry sat next to me. I scooted a bit away from him. My heart was pounding and everything was spinning a bit still.

"How long was it? And how did you know?" I asked. I was just beginning to warm up.

"Fifteen minutes. And I didn't, I still don't. What was that?" He ruffled his curls and stared at me with confusion in his eyes. I attempted to take a few deep breaths, failing.

"Anxiety attack. I'm sorry. I've only ever had two. Once when I was six and one last year when everything went wrong. I tried, I tried to make it go away. I tried to make it stop. I'm sorry." I teared up a bit and silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Harry tried to wipe them away but I pushed his hand from my face. The other boys finally had the courage to walk up to us.

"Darlin, are you okay?" Niall spoke up.

"Yeah. Cold, dizzy, breathless, and tired, but okay." I pulled Harry's jacket up on my shoulders as Harry stood.

"How about we go back to the dressing rooms? Get away from all the screaming girls who won't go home. Shall we?" I started to think.

What is home? It certainly wasn't somewhere here in Georgia. Was the bus my home? Nope. The stage? Not in a million years.

"Boys, where do you live?" I knew the answer would be London or any of their hometowns but, could I go there with them?

"We all live in houses pretty close to each other in London. Let me help you up." I took Liam's hand and wobbled a bit. The floor fell beneath my feet and I shut my eyes tight.

"I got you." I didn't know who it was, sounds were muffled and strange to my ears. All I know is that I was picked up like when Harry picked me up on stage. I looked up to see a stubbly chin and kind brown eyes.

"My mother had brown eyes."

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