One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

Five Seconds Of Summer Imagine #5-Panic Attack

Hey, Brooke! I was wondering if you could do a 5sauce imagine where you're at their concert in maybe the first or second or third row, and you start either feeling claustrophobic or overheated and freak out and have a panic attack? Also, tomorrow is my friend Audrey's birthday, and she loves your writing, too, and I was wondering if you could use her name as Y/N's friend? Thank you!  Add anything else if you'd like too, you have amazing writing talent!

Requested-Yes.

When your aunt bought you two tickets to go see your favorite band, Five Seconds of Summer, your mom was immediately worried. She knew the stadium would be packed with other fan girls, pushing into you and crowding you. She also knew that the stadium would become hot throughout the concert. She was worried that you would either get claustrophobic or get overheated, which would cause your anxiety to spike up, and you would have a panic attack.

You were bringing one of your close friend, Audrey, who loved and wanted to see the boys just as much as you did. She knew about your claustrophobia and how you got overheated fast, and after your mom gave her a rundown on what to do if one of them happened, she felt a little bit better about sending you off on the four hour journey to the stadium.

You and Audrey got in your mom's car, which she was letting you borrow after a lot of begging from you, since you've only had your license for three and a half months, and you backed out of the driveway and started driving the four hour journey.

After stopping at three gas stations, one to get gas, the second to get something to eat and drink, and the third because you both had to go to the bathroom after chugging down forty four ounce pops, you finally found a spot to park after looking for ten minutes.

"I am so excited," you said giddily. Audrey smiled. The lights went off, and a second later when they came on Five Seconds of Summer were on stage.

It was after the fifth song that the boys sang. Calum was talking, saying how hot it was in here and had bad he was starting to sweat. You didn't start jumping around and screaming again when they started playing the opening lines, and you didn't start singing along with Luke as he sang the first lines.

Instead you stood there, thinking of what Calum said, how hot it was in the stadium. You realized how bad you were sweating, the material of your black and red flannel sticking to your arms, and how your hair was matting to your forehead.

You also realized how much people were beside you. You were in the third row, and as you looked forward you realized how many girls were in front of you jumping up and down and singing along. You looked sideways left and right, and then behind you, and saw just how much people were here.

Your breathing started to slow, and you felt your chest get heavy. You tried to control, to stop, the panic attack that you knew was starting, but you couldn't. The screams, the lights, the sweat, people bumping into you.

You grabbed Audrey's hand, making her turn away from the stage and look at you. Her eyes widened at your appearance, flushed cheeks, sweat on your face, tears threatening to spill, and your breaths coming out in fast, short gasps.

"C'mon, Y/N. Lets get out of here." said Audrey. She gripped your elbow and started walking, basically pulling you along because you felt like you couldn't move. Audrey pushed people out of the way, muttering "excuse me" as you two went by.

You two finally made it to the aisle, and Audrey walked a bit faster as she heard you let a sob, knowing there would be many to follow. You two made it into the front room where nobody was, and Audrey sat you down in a chair and crouched down in front of you, putting her hands on your knees. You started crying, and with you hyperventilating, too, one of your closest friends was worried she might have to call an ambulance to get you to calm down.

"Breath in and out, Y/N. Take nice, deep breaths." Audrey tried to remember what else your mom told her just two days ago, but was slightly freaking now that she was actually in the situation. She remembered your mom telling her to not let her daughter see you freaking out, because that would make that attack worse.

"Put your arms above your head, Y/N," you did as you were told. "In and out, love. You're doing a great job." Audrey smiled as your tears slowly came to a stop and you stopped crying. But you were still hyperventilating.

"I-I can't stop, Aud," you stuttered out, feeling a new round of tears threaten to spill.

"Don't say that, Y/Nickname. You're making it worse. Remember, in and out." said Audrey. You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. You opened your eyes, and saw Audrey smile as your breathing started getting better. You were just gasping every few seconds.

"Good job, Y/N. I'm proud of you. You stopped that attack all by yourself." You let out a laugh, but felt a little bit of proudness inside you as you realized you just stopped what was the worst panic attack you have ever had. Audrey handed you a bottle of water from her purse, and you took a few sips then gave it back.

"You wanna go back in there?" asked Audrey. You nodded.

"You sure?" Audrey raised an eyebrow. You nodded again.

"I'm sure. I'll be fine." you said. Audrey nodded, and stood up, you following in suit.

The two of you walked back in and down the aisle to your seats and enjoyed the rest of the concert, even getting a smile and wave at the end of the concert from Luke, Calum, Michael, and Ashton.

Happy early birthday, Audrey! Hope you have an amazing day tomorrow!

Hope you liked it!

~Brooke