Give Me All Your Heart (Oneshots series)

Calm (Sam/James)

(Sam's POV)

No matter how long I'd been doing it for, going on stage never seemed any easier to me. I could never seem to stop the anxious butterflies fluttering within my stomach, causing a nauseous feeling to bubble inside of me.

Trying to ignore the fast beating of my heart and slight pounding in my head, I attempted to focus on tuning my Bass ahead of the show we were currently at. That being Reading Festival. It did nothing to ease my anxiety thinking that half of the crowd would probably be too wasted to even understand or acknowledge if I messed up.

"Sam, you alright mate?" I managed to register to my left, looking over to see James.

"Uhh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, trying to mask the shaking in my voice. I couldn't let them know that I was feeling this way, especially James. Even after being in a band with him for years, I still felt like I wanted to impress him.

"Okay, here if you need anything." He reached over and placed a comforting hand on my back, although it only served to make my heart beat even faster. Damn it, keep yourself under control, Sam. He'd never like you back and you know it.

I nodded at his words before turning back to my bass quickly, hoping to not bring attention to the blush creeping up on my cheeks.

Thankfully, or not so, our time to go on stage had arrived and we all trudged out onto the flat, metal surface in the middle of the huge field. The audience, as I had suspected looked mostly drugged up and drunk. Festivals would do that to anybody.

I watched Mikey smile, thankful that my best friend was happy and stared back down at my instrument, almost missing my cue when we were to start playing. I tried to get into the swing of things, not focusing on the crowd but I could barely hear them past the frantic beating of my own heart.

Unfortunately, a few minutes into our set, my vision began to blur as the butterflies became worse along with the pounding in my head and the speed of my heart. I knew I messed up as my hands began to disagree with me and I stopped completely, igniting calls of protests from my friends and also concerned shouts. I turned to them, attempting a smile before my eyes rolled back and everything went black.

(James' POV)

I turned in confusion once I felt the sound of Sam's bass come to a complete halt, seeing him standing there with a faraway look on his face.

"Sam?" I attempted to call over the stage, slowly walked towards him until I broke out into a run at the sight of him falling backwards. I managed to get there just in time to catch him before he fell completely to the stage floor.

"Sammy?" I questioned in fright as I shook him a little, feeling for his breath and pulse and let out a small sigh of relief as I realised that he had simply passed out. Mikey, Joe and Dave soon came over, wanting to find out what had happened.

"Is he okay?" Dave questioned me, crouching down beside us and felt Sam's forehead as if checking his temperature. "He's not warm."

"Probably a panic attack, a severe one at that." I mumbled, attempting to remove the bass around Sam and hold him close. "He looked really nervous earlier but he brushed me off. Dumbass." I mumbled affectionately, running a hand through Sam's soft hair. "Guess it was the crowd or something, 'm not sure."

We were ushered off stage soon, the security realising we weren't going to finish so they'd simply set up for the next band. I managed to carry Sam in my arms, feeling how light he was. I also attempted to keep my own heart at a reasonable speed. I'd wished for him to be in my arms for years, but not like this. I couldn't tell him that though, he'd probably just reject me. I couldn't focus on that right now, I needed to focus on Sam being alright.

We moved back to where we were staying, placing Sam down on the couch while I sat with his head in my lap, placing a cool towel on his forehead.

"Why do you never tell us before this happens?" I questioned to his unconscious body in a whisper. "You need to tell us these things, I get so damn worried, you idiot." I sighed, running a hand down my face as I stopped myself from shaking him awake. "You go and do things like this and it makes me wonder why I love you."

"You l-love me?" A sudden question shot through my ears, my eyes immediately moving to the no longer unconscious Sam Douglas in my lap, staring up at me with wide eyes and pink cheeks. Fuck. I guess I might as well tell the truth, not much else I can do.

"Umm, yeah.. fuck, I didn't mean for you to find out like this though; this is embarrassing." I whined almost childishly, attempting to hide my face within my hands.

"I... umm... I l-love you t-too, you know.. I've j-just never had the confidence to tell you." My face went bright red at his confession, staring at him in confusion between my fingers.

"Really?"

"Yeah, of c-course."

I laughed shakily before taking my hands from my face, placing them on Sam's cheeks, staring into his eyes.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you then?" I winked cheekily at him.

"Yes, you dumb dork." Was the reply given before I attached my lips to his soft ones. Finally, now if only I could convince him to tell us when he was anxious.

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Well, that was the first one shot of this series! I apologise if they're out of character, as although I love those 5 very much, I'm still not too sure on their personalities.

Enjoy!