Niall POV: I woke up to my phone ringing. I was so just so exhausted. I couldn't get out of bed. I reached for my phone. "What?" I thought confused as why management was trying to call me at 9am, that's when I realised, I was late for a meeting with Simon and the boys.
"NO NO NO" I'd already been late to every meeting this past week. Management is totally going to scold me. I quickly got dressed and rushed to the studio.
As I pulled into the studio I stayed for a bit in my car. I could feel my heart racing and a nauseous feeling in my stomach.
I got out of my car and walked into the studio bracing myself for the worst.
"NIALL JAMES HORAN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU 2 HOURS LATE?!" Paul yelled at me. "I..I.um.I" I stuttered. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe.
My breaths rapidly started to get shallower and quicker. I looked at Paul as I put my hand on my
chest. I needed to leave.
"Niall can I speak to you for a minute." Paul asked as he stood up. I got up out of my chair and rapidly followed Paul into the hallway.
"What wrong, Niall?" Paul asked concernedly. "I..I...Can't..bb...breathe.!" I stuttered, feeling light headed from hyperventilating. "Niall, I think you're having a panic attack. Have you ever had one before?" Paul questioned. I couldn't respond I physically couldn't breathe. How was I meant to talk?
"Ok right just take some deep breathes in and out" Paul instructed. I did as he said hoping I would be able to breathe again. I slid down the wall of the hallway and sat on the floor, feeling like I was going to pass out.
Paul crouched down beside me and gave me a bottle of water. "So, what's got you stressed Niall? Paul breathed out.
I felt my eyes welling with tears. I felt so stupid that I just had a panic attack over being late to a meeting.
I took a deep breathe and sighed "Well, you were yelling at me about being late again and I got scared and couldn't breathe"
"I'm sorry I yelled at you Niall, just please don't be late again" Paul apologised. "I'm sorry I've been late this week, I promise I won't be late again" I answered.
Paul helped me up and we both went back into the meeting. As we both say down, Simon asked "what was that about?" Paul and I looked at each other and smiled. "I just got all worked up about being late and had a panic attack" I explained.
After talking to Paul and getting all of my worries out of my head I could finally breathe again. I knew I could talk to him about anything.
A/N sorry this isn't the best but I've not done anything with Paul before so sorry if it sucked.
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