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Louis' POV:
We have a ton of work to do today. First there's a photoshoot at 8:00 AM, then there's a signing at 11:00 AM. After that we get an hour break for lunch. Once lunch is over we have to get right back to work with another photoshoot at 12:30 PM. An then, finally, we have a sound check at 4:00 PM before our concert at 7:00 PM.
Normally this kind of a workload would be no problem but Harry's been having a lot of stress related anxiety lately. He hasn't had any kind of an anxiety attack yet but I'm afraid with all of the pressure on us today, he just might.
He'd been complaining about shortness of breath and chest pains for a week or so but management wouldn't let me take him to see a doctor because our schedule was so hectic. His symptoms could've been caused by a heart condition but thankfully once I finally got him to a doctor, he was diagnosed with mild anxiety. The doctor didn't want to put him on any kind of prescription medication yet since Harry's symptoms were most likely caused by stress. He recommended chamomile tea, though, as a natural way to calm Harry down when he started to experience any kind of anxiety related symptoms. Obviously, Harry was all for this idea since it was all natural and that boy will literally eat anything "healthy" even if it tastes like liquid garbage. The tea's been helping for the most part but just in case, the doctor taught Harry some breathing techniques in case he ever begins hyperventilating or has a full-blown panic attack.
I roll over in bed and check the time. 5:50 AM. I'm up ten minutes before the alarm. This has been happening a lot lately with everything that's been happening and the insane amount of work management's been giving to us. I've had to go on a "date" with Danielle almost every night for almost a month now. This honestly feels like it's never going to end. Needless to say, Harry hasn't been taking my constant stunting very well.
"Harry?" He rolls over to face me.
"Yeah, Lou?" He replies.
"You didn't sleep much at all last night, did you?" I say. His eyes are almost bloodshot, like he hasn't slept in days.
"Nope." He admits.
"Babe you should really try to get some sleep, I don't want you passing out on me."
"Lou, I'm fine, honestly. Besides I can't go to sleep now, we've got way too much to do today." He says.
I kiss him on the forehead and get out of bed. "We'd better get going then." I state, walking towards the bathroom.
I walk out of the bathroom and see Harry lying in bed with this arms folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
"What're you thinking about, babe?" I ask.
He turns his head and stares blankly at me. "Nothing really." He states before turning his attention back to the ceiling.
I sigh and walk towards him until I'm standing at the foot of the bed. "Alright, Haz, but you have to talk to me if something's bothering you. It's not good to keep this shit bottled up." He just continues staring up at nothing. I rest my hand on his leg. "Harry? Are you hearing any of this?" I ask.
