Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Panic

i don't know if i should continue to do these - i don't have a lot of motivation if you guys don't like it. leave your opinions? i like this but i'm not sure if anyone else does lol

 

By the time I arrived at Output, it was a little past ten, when Porter's set started. Anton had his at 11. The place was packed with people, the loud music pumping throughout the building. Before I left the house, I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes, oblivious to my appearance. I told Tess I'd meet her by the bar inside, so I got in and walked over to it, looking over to the stage to see if Porter was there. Sure enough, he was already deep into his music, the crowd jumping around and screaming to the music. I saw Tess sitting by herself at the bar, staring down at her phone and tapping her foot against the stool. Her hair was in loose waves, and she was wearing the outfit from Bloomingdales' she spent so much time on. She looked stunning.

"Hey, you." I said, walking up and tapping her on the arm.

"Hey!" She looked up, grinning, raising her eyebrows. "Nice clubbing attire."

My face burned. "I didn't really have anything else."

She shook her head, smiling. "Come on," she stood up, grabbing my elbow.

"Why am I always getting dragged around by you?" I said, giggling.

"Just come with me." She said, pushing her way through the crowd. My heart sped up as people surrounded me on all sides, and my breathing became rapid. "Tess -" I said, my words caught in my throat.

She didn't hear me, and continued pushing through the crowd. My hand became sweaty in hers and my vision became blurred.  I stopped where I was, and she turned around, seeing me trying to calm my rapid breathing. 

"Oh, shit." She said, wrapping her arms around my tiny, shaking frame. "Stay calm, we're almost there." 

And then we were at a door beside the stage. Tess was saying something to the guy at the door, who appeared to be a security guard. I looked over and saw Porter grinning at the crowd, his eyes searching over the surging wave of people. He turned in my direction, catching sight of me, and his eyes lit up. My breath caught in my throat. He was looking at me with contentment, waving his hand just slightly. He started to turn back to his computer, until he realized that I was shaking uncontrollably and trying to catch my breath. He stopped what he was doing, and turned to the mic, his voice anxious. "Be back in a sec, need to use the bathroom." He rushed off stage, his expression worried as he came over to Tess and I. "What's wrong?" I saw the concern in his eyes, and he opened his arms. I immediately fell into him, and he enveloped me in his vanilla, sweaty, soft, boy-ish Porter scent. A wave of calm suddenly took over my body the instant he pressed himself against mine. The room seemed to stop in place, and just in this moment, it didn't matter about the proximity of how close I was to the people in the room. I was with Porter, and he made me feel safe and whole, made the anxiety go away.

"She had a panic attack from how many people in here." Tess said softly.

"It's okay," he whispered into my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I broke the hug finally, hovering in embarrassment. "We uh, we're gonna go to the -" I looked at Tess, eager for her to finish. I didn't know where she was dragging me.
"Backstage." She smiled. "Anton and Dillon are back there, they wanted to hang with us."
"Alright," he said, running a hand through his hair. "You guys have fun, I'll see you soon."
The security guard opened the door, letting us through. I started following Tess through, and looked back to see Porter staring after us, an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry." He yelled over the crowd, and turned to go back on the stage, the door falling shut.