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Preference #11: Panic Attack

Harry:  You always got a little nervous when the two of you  went out together.  He was a popular target not only for the paparazzi  but also for mobs of fans.  Today you were just trying to leave the  restaurant after dinner.  There were at least a dozen cameras fighting  to get a prize picture of you two and word had gotten out to the fans  that Harry was there.  He walked in front of you slightly in an attempt  to bear the worst of the coming onslaught, to little avail.  You were  surrounded almost instantly.  Cameras were shoved in your face, blinding  you with camera flashes, and you couldn't hear Harry over the screams.   You were somehow pulled from his grasp and pushed back, away from him.   You quickly felt the air leaving your lungs and panic set in.  After  what felt like an eternity, Harry was able to push his way back to you.   He wrapped his jacket around you in an effort to shield you from the  cameras, knowing you were probably starting to cry.  With more force  than before, he pushed the both of you to his car.  You tried to pull  yourself together, wiping at the tears on your cheeks and forcing  yourself to stop shaking.  You shushed his apologies and held his hand  on the ride home, his touch calming you instantly.

Liam:   He was taking you on a surprise holiday.  He was grabbing coffee for  the both of you while you waited to be called for boarding.  You were  sitting in the middle of your luggage, tearing your purse apart in  search of your passport.  You knew you had it at check-in but couldn't  remember if you'd taken it back after.  There was no time to go back to  see if you left it; going back through security would take far too  long.  Liam came back and found you talking to yourself in an attempt to  figure out where it could be.  You were ready to yell at him when he  laughed at your crazed state when he handed you your favorite coffee  order and pulled your passport from his back pocket.  He'd grabbed  everything after check-in and never thought to hand it to you since he  had both tickets to keep your destination a secret for as long as  possible.  You tried to steady your breathing as he held you to his  chest, steadily talking about how excited he was to have you all to  himself.

Louis:  It was the middle of the night  when a loud crashing woke you from your sleep.  You jumped out of bed  and stifled a scream.  It felt like time was slowing down as you heard  someone make their way upstairs towards your room.  You frantically  looked around your bedroom for something to defend yourself with, but  the door opened before you could put your hands on anything.  The scream  you were holding back made its way forward.  You tried to run past the  intruder but felt a pair of arms grab you.  Instinctively, you pushed at  the person holding you and tried to kick.  It took only a moment for  the person to turn the bedroom light on and for you to realize you  recognized the voice calling your name.  Louis apologized for scaring  you, telling you that they were able to catch an earlier flight home and  how he wanted to surprise you.  You were silent and trembling as he  carried you to bed, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back.   You spoke to first make him promise to never try such a surprise again  and again to confess how glad you were that he was home.

Niall:   You had a thing about small spaces.  It wasn't a full-blown phobia, and  you could usually stay calm by trying to focus on something else.  If  you were with your boyfriend Niall, that focus was to keep his attention  diverted so he wouldn't panic himself.  You were leaving an industry  party with Niall when someone decided to crowd into the elevator after  you.  You were pressed so closely into your boyfriend that you could  feel his heart beating strongly through his jacket.  The two of you  closed your eyes to block out the feeling of panic and were doing fine  until the alarm sounded.  Niall's eyes flew open, and you could see his  pupils dilate in fear.  You convinced him to quietly hum a song to you  by appealing to his desire to protect you, effectively distracting you  both.  Luckily, it was less than ten minutes before the elevator finally  made it to the first floor and the doors opened. 

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