I'm a Thief || Harry Styles Fanfiction (Rewritten)

Chapter Five - Unexpected Turn of Events

"Leila please open the door." I heard my mom say over and over again. Why didn't she get that nothing is going to be fixed. There wasn't anything to prove to principal Cruz anymore. Stephanie won. "Leila Marlyn Tomlinson." I rolled my eyes and got out of bed and unlocked the door.

"Mom I told you I wanted to be alone." I said as I walked back to my bed.

"Leila. I'm worried about you." She sat next to me. "You're not acting like yourself."

"Mom stop acting like I'm perfect. I'm not." I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes again. "You know all these years I tried to play it cool mom. Trying to convince myself that it was normal to get panic attacks sometimes. That it was okay because I was doing so well in school. But mom that didn't work out for me did it?" Tears started running down my face. I don't know what was wrong with me. I was being overdramatic. This wasn't her fault yet I let all my anger out on her. "I'm sorry." I managed to say. All my mom did was hug me.

"You know there isn't anything wrong for being who you are." She told me. "Having one friend. Having the best grades. Being the most beautiful soul I know. Leila I don't know why you get those panic attacks, but I know one thing. You do an amazing job controlling them." She hugged me tighter. "I love you Leila, we'll get to the bottom of this I promise."

"Thank you mom." I let go of her and smiled.

"Have you drank your medicine yet?"

"No."

"It may help you." I never liked relying on the medicine, but I knew when I needed it. "I'll go get them if you like."

"I'll eat first." She smiled and left my room closing my door. I stood up and locked it again. I went to the bathroom and took one look at myself. My mascara had stained my face, my eyes were puffy, and my hair a mess. Louis wouldn't be proud of this. Nor would he. I got my makeup remover out and began taking everything off. "So stupid." I whispered as I looked at myself while doing this. That's when I felt it coming I couldn't breath. My heart raced and I began shaking. "Not now please." I whispered. I was getting better at stopping these. But when the doctor told my mom I suffered a panic attack he told us they could occur at any moment. My mom had begun to think these episodes would end though. But did I think that? I'm starting to believe that the fear never left me. And I knew the attacks didn't. I fell to the ground and started breath heavily. Small shorts breaths, I've begun hyperventilating. "Leila breath." I told myself, but it wasn't working.

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"MOM WE'RE HOME!" I ran to the kitchen expecting Leila to be with her. "Mom where is Leila? Everyone came to see her." I turned to see them all smile at my mom. Niall, Zayn, Liam, Michael, and Harry. Harry seemed nervous. I mean after texting her today he's been happy, but it only made him worry more.

"I'm making her dinner. But she is in her room." She said and turned back to making food, "Please make sure she is okay." She told me.

"I will. Come on guys." I said. I went towards the stairs and headed to Leila's room. I saw she had her door closed. I walked over and knocked. "Leila?" I said. No answer. She probably didn't want to see us right now or maybe she was taking a nap. I knocked again. "LEILA!" I said even louder.

"Is she okay?" Michael and Harry said in unison.

"I'm not sure she isn't answering me." Michael came over and tried opening her door.

"Leila it's me Michael." He knocked "Can I come in?"

"Something isn't right." I said. I ran to my room and looked for the spare key. My mom had told each of us to have a spare key to the rooms just in case something happened or we locked each other out. Liam came into my room and got the clue he started looking with me, but I managed to find it in my drawer. We ran back and I hurried to unlock the door. Once I did I opened it and didn't see Leila. I walked over to her bathroom. "OH MY GOD LEILA!" I hurried over to her as she held her chest as if she was in pain.