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you have a panic/anxiety attack and he helps you

you have a panic/anxiety attack and he helps you 

Louis: You felt yourself starting to breathe heavier and knew right away what was coming. As you stood, looking in the mirror, preparing to go to the premiere of the new Jennifer Lawrence movie, you began to feel your heart race. “Louis!” you screamed out to your boyfriend who was on the other side of the house, and you heard him start running as you sat on the floor. Sometimes, being in the spotlight put too much pressure on you. The need to look perfect all the time made you anxious. What would people write about you if you didn’t dress a certain way? Behave a certain way? Talk a certain way? These thoughts raced through your mind as you felt Louis’s cold hand on your exposed back. You suddenly became aware that you were in a very expensive, designer gown and you panicked over ruining it. “The dress” you said in a whirlwind, trying to get up. “Sit down Y/N” Louis said sternly, and you followed his directions. That was all Louis said. He held your hand and pressed little kisses to your cheek until the attack subsided. It felt like hours, but Louis assured you it was only a few minutes. “You know, you need to take it easy. You’re going to be amazing tonight, like you are every night. Even if you weren’t amazing, I would still love you. We all would. So don’t do this to yourself, babe” Louis said, carefully rubbing your hair. “Thanks for helping me through that” you said, smiling. Louis had supported you through panic attacks before, but this one somehow seemed a little bit more than that. “It’s fine. Just, watch the dress” he smirked, pulling you up as you laughed.

Zayn: You walked in the door of your flat and threw your keys on the counter. It was late, you were tired and ready to crawl into bed with Zayn who was definitely already sleeping. As you pulled your shoe off, you noticed a flash of something on the left side of the room. You looked up and felt panic rise into your throat. There was a mouse sitting on your couch, eating crumbs from Zayn’s dinner. “Zayn” you called out, but your throat was dry. You got your phone out and called him. “Hello?” he asked groggily. You grabbed the wall, feeling the dizziness knocking you down. “Mouse, come out” you said between deep breaths. You weren’t sure what you were going through, but you knew it wasn’t good. And it didn’t get any better when the mouse started towards you. It ran so fast, you barely noticed your tiny nemesis crawl up the counter. He started nibbling on a little doll you had on your keys that Zayn had bought you in Japan. You heard the bedroom door open and Zayn emerged. He looked shocked as he came towards you. “Y/N” he whispered, and you slid down to the floor. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” he said, rubbing his thumb to wipe away a tear you didn’t know was there. “The mouse!” you said, pointing to the counter. Zayn thought quickly, grabbing a vase and putting it over the mouse, catching it. You sighed, but continued to clench the tightness of your chest. “Are you okay?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Is this a heart attack?” you asked, and Zayn shook his head. “It seems like more of a panic attack. Just take deep breaths and put your head between your knees” he said, wrapping his legs around your backside to cocoon you. You sat like that until your breathing steadied and you felt your chest lighten. “I will get a mouse cage in the morning and drive it out of here. Are you okay?” Zayn said as you started to relax. “Yeah, better, thanks” you said, resting on Zayn. He pulled you up and gave you a kiss before helping you to bed, and forcing you to promise to see a doctor the next day.

Harry: You sat in the limo, feeling your heart rush as it pulled up. Harry was beside you, gripping your hand tightly. He could sense the panic in the air, and you could too, which wasn’t helping your situation. With your free hand, you went to brush hair out of your face, trying to play off some normalcy. When your hand was in front of your face, your jaw opened. It was shaking violently, and you realized the reason behind Harry’s tight grip. “Y/N, you’re okay” he whispered as the limo pulled up to the red carpet. “Harry, I-“ you started, but your throat felt so tight you couldn’t speak. “Y/N” he said, getting up and kneeling in front of you. He signaled the limo driver to do another lap of the block as he tried to calm you. You didn’t deal well with crowds. People were always grabbing you, and you felt like you were trapped. Harry had dealt with you having panic attacks before, and you would never know how many he had stopped by just keeping your mind off of you having one. But this was not one of them. You felt tears fall on your cheeks as you body shook like you were a leaf in the wind. Harry stayed crouched in front of you on the floor of the limo. He rolled down the window when you were safely out of sight of the mob, trying to get you some fresh air. “You’re fine, kitten. You’re okay” he said, rubbing your arms as you shut your eyes softly. “Can you turn the cool air on?” Harry called, and the suddenly blast of cool was soothing to the insane warmth of your body. After a few minutes, you felt yourself relaxing. “You alright?” Harry asked, and you nodded. “Its okay, that one wasn’t too bad. Take your time. Here” he said, handing you your clutch that had your make up in it. You wiped the stray mascara and reapplied as the driver pulled back around. “I’m sorry, this is my fault” Harry said, and you shook your head. “No, its not. It’s okay. I am just thankful you’re here” you said, kissing his cheek. Harry smiled and gave you a passionate kiss as he climbed over you and opened the door. He held out his hand as you stepped out, feeling good about having Harry with you.

Niall: You were doing some cleaning around your flat while Niall watched TV. It was a pretty normal Sunday for the two of you, except for you having plans to go out to dinner that night. You were excited to have some couple time with Niall, and couldn’t wait to get going. You went to put dishes away and finish off the kitchen. You moved a cup up to the shelf and reached back down for another cup to put alongside it. Instead of feeling the smooth glass, you felt something foreign. You looked down and immediately jumped back. You began shaking violently and crying. There was a huge spider on the cup. In reality, it was probably the size of a quarter, but it felt like you could put a saddle on it and ride it. It crawled along the edge of the cup as you squeaked. “You alright?” Niall called. You tightly grabbed the handle of the drawer beside of you, squeezing so tight you thought you would snap it in half. The spider crawled to the edge of the counter and you felt yourself getting dizzy. You tried to overcome it as you climbed up onto the other counter top, but you knocked over a pot on the floor. The sound scared the spider, who then started crawling along the counter top towards you. “Fuck” you whispered, but felt a slight sense of relief when you heard Niall’s footsteps. “Y/N?” he said, and you knew he was beside you. “Spider” you whispered breathlessly, “its coming for me.” Niall grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and slammed it on to the spider. You thought that would end things, but your mind started racing. “What about it’s family?” you said, and Niall looked at you funny. “It’s family is going to come for me” you said, and Niall took a step towards you. “You’re blotchy” he said, and you felt your skin. Niall followed suit. “And clammy and cold. I’m calling Dr. Grishma” he said, and you nodded quickly. Niall held your hand as he spoke to the doctor. Lacey came into the kitchen, and Niall scooped her up and put her on your lap. “Y/N, princess, remember when we went to Australia? And we went swimming in the barrier reef and how beautiful that was?” he asked, and you closed your eyes. The thoughts of that trip mixed with having Lacey purring in your lap made you feel much better. “Are you okay?” Niall asked, and you nodded once. He thanked the doctor and hugged you. “You have to go see the doctor tomorrow” he said, holding you tight. You could tell he was afraid, but you were glad he had remained calm enough to help you through your attack. “Thanks, I love you” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

Liam: “In other news, a commercial airline flight carrying one hundred and eighty seven passengers and six crew members went down in farmland north east of London. One man was killed while a dozen other passengers remain in critical condition, including a twelve year old boy. Onlookers say that the toll could have been much higher had the pilot been unable to level the plane before it hit the ground. Police are speculating a mechanical failure with the plane is the cause of the accident. To quote one officer, “It seems it was a fluke accident. In a sense, it’s a good thing it happened out here and not in the heart of London.” We will update you with further information as we receive it.” You turned to Liam, who was watching the news intently. You saw the deep thought in his face, and it made you think. Liam was on planes all the time, the boys flew at least twice a month all year round. It was, really, a matter of time before something awful happened to their flight. You then thought to how your life would be without Liam. You wouldn’t have your best friend. You two had just gotten engaged, and the thought of losing him in such a good time in your lives was devastating. You tried to talk yourself out of thinking what you were, not wanting to take this path. You knew where it led. But you couldn’t. The thoughts of having to say goodbye to Liam, losing him forever, ran circles in your brain. “Are you okay?” Liam asked, but it seemed like he was whispering in a long hallway, his voice was so faint. You felt warm, like you were in a sauna. Your chest felt heavy and you started to shake. “Oh, Y/N” Liam said, and he knew this was a panic attack. “Come” he said, helping you up. You put almost all your weight on Liam as he took you into your room and laid you down. “I’m scared” you said, and Liam nodded. “I know, but I’m here. You’re going to be fine. Remember, medium breaths through your nose” he said, rubbing the hair off your forehead. You were able to control your breathing, with Liam’s encouragement. After a few minutes, the longest minutes ever, you felt okay. “What was it?” he asked, and you shook your head. “The news, you go in planes all the time” you said, and Liam nodded once. “There is actually a really high survival rate of plane crashes, Y/N. And, remember, they don’t report on every plane that lands safely in London every day. There’s, like, one every ten minutes. I’m never going to leave you like that” Liam said, and hearing him say that made you feel at ease as he cuddled you close.