Harry:
“Just breathe, baby,” he’s telling you, a little more concern in his voice than usual, because this time he wasn’t entirely sure as to what had caused the sudden pains in your chest, or the difficulty you were having with such a simple thing as breathing – something that would usually come as second-nature, but he was having to help with.
And he’s asking you to breathe with him, and he’s sitting just as patiently as he would any other time this sort of thing happened; just sitting there and breathing with you, in through your nose and out through your mouth, as he tried to calm you. And you’re not really sure if it’s helping at first, but when you tell him this, he just insists that you keep doing it, because it’s usually the only thing that helps calm you and if it didn’t work this time he wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
He was scared, you could see it in his eyes, but you were doing your best to ignore it, and instead focus on his deep breaths and his soft hand gliding across your back as he tried to soothe you.
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Liam:
“Shh,” he’s hushing you, doing anything he can to calm you down, and to make the tingling in your hands go away and the pains in your chest subside. And it seems to be working, at least a little, because he’d notice your hands still and no longer shake, and the colour return to your face – although you were still a little too pale for his liking –; and maybe if you focused hard enough you’d be able to respond to him when he asked what had you so anxious, but you weren’t able to put that much effort into concentrating at the moment, because you’d just find your thoughts turning back to those of panic rather than the collected ones that you’d rather.
And he’s a little worried, to be honest, about how this will all turn out. And it wasn’t like he was not used to these sorts of things taking place, - because he was used to it, perhaps even more so than he would have preferred -, but he was afraid that maybe one day he wouldn’t be there to help you when it happened, and maybe one day you’d get hurt because of that.
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Zayn
“It’s okay,” he’ll repeat, just a soft murmur by your ear, as if he said it enough times it would be true. But his promises don’t seem to be doing much to soothe you or to calm your sobs, so he just sort of gives up on that idea as soon as it came.
And then he’s just sort of reminding you of things, because he really didn’t know what else to do; that you were safe with him, and that he loved you, and that you never had to be afraid around him because he would protect you with his life if it meant that you were okay. But once again, it doesn’t seem to do much for your panic, so he just sits there quietly instead, offering a warm smile as he held your hand, – defeated, somewhat, because he couldn’t seem to help – until the tingling in your fingers stops and the feeling of nausea diminishes.
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Louis:
“Can I have a glass of water, please?” you ask, but your voice is shaky and weak and he can’t completely understand what you’re trying to say, and that’s how he knows something’s not quite right the second the words leave your lips.
He’s a little confused too, having never witnessed something like this, and he isn’t entirely sure on what to do when you tell him that you can’t breathe and he sees that your hands are shaking.
“You’ll be okay,” he tells you, taking your shaking hands in his warm ones and giving them a gentle reassuring squeeze, although he’s not entirely sure; just as anxious as you at the moment, and he’s a little fearful that maybe you wouldn’t be okay and that maybe it wouldn’t end up fine.
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Niall:
“I’m here,” he promises, the second he sees you start to panic and tears prick your eyes ; although he was unsure as to what was going on, and why you were so upset, because this hasn’t ever happened before and you’re just as worried as he.
He’s by your side in an instant, and his first reaction is to hold you, but you push him away; thinking that maybe it was better to be alone for the moment. But he wasn’t having any of it, and he won’t just leave you alone – not when you’re like this – so he tried his hardest to hide the hurt in his eyes, from when you had denied him the offer of safety his embrace promised, and he stayed with you and tried to calm you a little, and do whatever he could to soothe the sobs wracking through your body that you just couldn’t seem to control.
