Little Things (Joe Sugg Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine - Anxiety

Joe's POV:

Today was the day of the flight and I was actually pretty excited since I got to sit beside Charlie. I finished packing up my carry on and grabbed my mobile and my laptop. I shoved it in my bag and tied up my trainers. I checked to see if Caspar was ready and he was. We walked out the door and got a taxi to the airport. 

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I saw Jim, Tanya and Charlie getting their bags checked in so me and Caspar went to do that also.

We finished getting our bags checked in and we were about to go through security but a few fans stopped me and Caspar so we took photos and stuff like that.

Charlie's POV:

Seeing Joe with female fans hurt. Probably because I loved him but... when they hug I feel broken. I shouldn't cause we're not together but I do. I need to stop thinking like that because there is absolutely nothing I can do. I approached the security and put all my items in the trays and such. For all of us to get through security it took about 20-25 minutes because, well were youtubers we have laptops and a shit ton of charging cords. We were now all waiting in the gate and I was starting to feel anxious. I have mild anxiety if you didn't know. I was sitting beside Joe so he secretly picked up my hand and squeezed it tight reassuring me everything would be okay. We smiled at eachother but I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack. My parents died on a plane so it's hard for me to get on one. So I usually drive. Its different for Jim, he is just used to planes so it didn't bother him. The only reason I knew I felt like I was going to have an attack was because when I was diagnosed with anxiety Zoe told me everything. But I didn't want everyone to know how I was feeling so I tried to hide it. That plan failed when I started hyperventilating. Joe noticed and I wished he didn't. I shook my head at him but he insisted on doing something. "Me and Charlie are going to get coffee. We will be back in 10 minutes?" I nodded. "Yea, 10 minutes! Be right back!" He grabbed my hand but made sure nobody noticed and we went into the handicap bathroom. (A/N - Or lou as the UK say) He locked the door and sat me down on the lid of the toilet. He crouched down and looked at me in the eyes. "Charlie you need to tell me whats going on? Are you okay?" He looked so worried about me. I felt my chest getting tight. It was getting hard to breathe so I slid down off of the toilet and tried to support my back with the wall. "Charlie do you have anxiety." I slowly tried to nod. "You're having a panic attack."