Why Don't We|boyxboy one-shots

Hold On❊Jonah x Daniel

Finally an update!
This one shot is loosely based off of Hold On by Shawn Mendes.
•DANIELS POV•
The floor seems to be spinning and tilting below me as my breathing becomes labored. Tears begin falling down my cheeks as I slowly slide my back down my bedroom door. I bury my face in my knees as I silently cry, trying to slow my breathing. My chest burns and I don't know whether it's because of the inability to breathe or that panic that seems to slowly be taking over my body limb by limb.
It's a panic attack.
And while I've had many, this seems to be the worst. Being in a band requires extreme amounts of work and time, leaving you with no room to rest. And the stress combined with the fact that I'm still trying to accept myself as a person created a vile anxiety that slowly began to emerge and grow in my chest - and you can see where it put me now.
I crawl over to the other side of my room, barely managing to knock my phone off the nightstand. I shakily enter the password and click the green phone icon in the bottom corner, clicking the first contact on my recents.
Ring, Ring.
"Hello?"
"D-dad," I manage to cry out in between my heavy breathes.
"Honey? Is everything ok?" He replies, his voice laced with worry.
"I c-can't do thi-is anym-more dad," I whimper, barely able to hold the phone up to my ear. I can almost feel myself beginning to slip out of full consciousness, but I do everything I can to stay awake.
"Hey, hey Dani, stay with me," He says, trying to get my attention.
"It's t-too mu-uch," I stutter, my vision now completely blurred by tears.
"Sweetie, listen. I know that your going through a tough time right now and I understand how difficult it is for you. But you have to remember that you have the fans who are looking out for you, and you have Jonah, Jack, Zach and Corbyn. Don't think about the stress, think about all the opportunities ahead of you. You just have to hold on Dani. Hold on." I let his words sink in. What I'm doing may be stressful, but that's only because the outcome is so amazing, you almost forget about the work in the first place. And while the thoughts are comforting, I can still feel my chest constricting and my vision getting clouded with black dots.
"I c-c-ca-can-" I try to speak, but I can't seem to get a deep breath in.
"Are you in your room?" My dad asks in a tone that sounds like he is trying not to panic.
"Y-ye-s," I somehow manage to stutter out.
"I'm sending Jonah in, ok? Stay where you are. I'll call you back soon." I nod despite the fact that he can't see me before dropping the phone and grabbing onto my chest as I painfully wheeze, trying to let oxygen into my lungs. Minutes pass but it feels like hours before I hear my bedroom door opening. Jonah's familiar tall figure rushes into the room and crouches by my side. He gently grabs my chin and pulls my face up to look at his.
"Dani, you need to slow down your breathing. Stop panicking," He says calmly as he wraps his arms around my body and pulls me into his lap. He begins gently rocking me back and forth while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I feel myself beginning to slowly calm down and drift off. I take a deep breath and to my relief, my lungs fill up with oxygen. At the knowledge that I'm no longer suffocating, I relax into Jonah's gentle hold. "It's ok, you can go to sleep," He whispers, his smooth voice calming me down even more.
"Th-thank you," I mumble before feeling myself drift off.

"Daniel. Daniel, baby, wake up." I open my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision. Jonah hovers over me, a soft smile on his face. I can't help but smile back. I reach up and wrap my arms around his larger body, taking him by surprise.
"Thank you so much Jonah," I say quietly, burying my face in his shoulder. He embraces me back and pulls me against him.
"Next time your feeling that way, tell me immediately so that it doesn't turn into a panic attack. I'm always here for you and always willing to help you," he tells me with a kiss on my forehead. I smile and nod into his chest.
My anxiety sucks, it really does. But it's tolerable when I have someone here to help me through it.