I could feel it coming on. The panic. The anxiety. I could literally feel my anxiety levels rising. I wanted to scream. I couldn't breathe, my chest was constricting, the walls were coming in on me, I felt sick to my stomach. I was sure I was going to pass out. But then I heard it.
"(Y/N), (y/n) babe, it's okay. You're okay. Just breathe (y/n) you know you can. You're able too. In and out, come on love"
Harry cautiously touched my arm, he knows I don't like to be engulfed in a hug or whatever when I have a panic attack because then I feel claustrophobic and I'll panic even more.
Eventually, my breathing evened out and I managed to open my eyes to be met with a very worried Harry with tears streaming down his face as well as mine.
He reached out and took me into his arms and kissed my hair over and over again.
"You're okay love, it's okay. It's just us"
I slump back against his chest, exhausted.
The last thing I hear before sleep takes over me is Harry telling me how much he loves me and he'll keep me safe.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hey everyone! I know I've been gone for so long, but I'm back now. This is a very small imagine, a filler really. It's not great but hopefully you all liked it! xxx I'm nearly at 40k reads!!! What the hell!!!
