So This Isn't Hayes?

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Nash's P.O.V

I need to know what she's talking about, I don't want her to be going through something, I wanna help her.

Kylie's P.O.V

I hope none of them ask what I meant, I really don't want to tell them. Not yet. "Kylie, what do you mean by, 'that's what you think'? What's wrong?" Nash asks, I knew he would be the person to ask me that. "Uhh, I'm not ready to tell you yet, but I will." I say.

After talking for 15 minutes, Taylor texts in the groupchat that he's landing. We go to his gate, blah blah blah, in about an hour and a half, the last person came, Shawn.

As we start to go to the doors of the airport, I hear a bunch of screaming. "The fans" I hear some of the guys say at the same time.

"Stay near one of us" Nash says. "Stay near me" Hayes says. "How about I just act like one of them" I say. "Some of them might know you" Nash says. "With us commenting on your posts, they will know you" Hayes says.

"Wait, what?" I say, slightly freaking out. This can't happen. "We'll talk about it later, stay with one of us" Nash says, and all the girls come over here, and soon, I was surrounded by at least 250 teenage girls, all screaming, and I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack.

I was pulling Hayes with me out of there, cause they told me to stay near one of them, and I can get through crowds, cause I can't be in them without something happening.

"What are you doing!?" Hayes yells over the girls. "I'm getting out of this crowd before I stop being able to breath" I say at a normal tone, so he can't hear.

I get us out of there, and I was hiding Hayes so they didn't know it was him, then started running, without him, so he couldn't see me have an anxiety attack, cause I was about to have one.

I started to not be able to breathe well, and just told myself to breathe. I was trembling, sweating, my chest hurts so much, I felt like I was, like I was dying, but I kept telling myself to breathe, and that I will be alright.

I see Hayes, and he rushes over here. "Kylie, are you okay?" Hayes asks me, very worried. I didn't say anything to him, I just kept telling myself that it's going to be okay, and soon, I stopped trembling and everything.

"Kylie, what happened just now?" Hayes asks me. "Umm, uhhh, wellll..." I trail off. "I, um, have anxiety, and that was, um, an anxiety attack" I say looking down. He lifts my chin with a finger.

"Kylie, you should of told me, if I knew I would of helped you in the airport with all the fans so that wouldn't of happened" Hayes says. "I was just, terrified of how you would react, a lot of people try to tell me shit that isn't true, and I didn't want you to react like that" I say.

"Well, now you know that I don't react like most people" Hayes says, and we hear Nash yelling my name, and Hayes' name, so we go over to where they are.

"What happened? How did you guys get out of there so easily?" Nash asks me and Hayes. "I know how to get out of a crowd without people noticing me, and dragged him with me" I say.

"Let's just, go to our hotel" Hayes says. "Alright, then I guess I'll see you guys later, I'm gonna go back to my house, my dad would kill me if he saw any of you near me" I say. He doesn't care where I am, it's just who I'm with.

"Why don't you come with us to the hotel?" Nash asks. "My dad will be fine with that I guess, but where's your hotel? I came here with my car" I say, it was my mom's before she passed away, and now it's mine.

"How about one of us comes with you in your car, like maybe Hayes" Nash says. I roll my eyes. "Fine" I say, and drag Hayes with me to my car.

Once we get to my car, Hayes gets in the passenger seat, and I get in the driver's seat of my car, and I plug in my aux cord, giving it to Hayes. "Play whatever you want" I say.

He looks through the music I had listened to recently, then plays something else, in Spanish? I had already started the car, and tried to get out of the airport parking lot. "Why are you playing Spanish music?" I say laughing. "I like it" he says, and we both laugh.