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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 6px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Louis:You were officially sixteen, and being sixteen meant being able to drive. Everyone was excited for you to start driving, but you on the other hand didn’t want to be behind the wheel. You hated the idea of you being in charge of a vehicle, only using two pedals and a steering wheel. Louis had come home from tour and was anxious to bring you driving, little did he know you had barely done it. “Let’s go driving!” Louis exclaimed the moment he saw you when he got back from tour. “Umm can we not right now?” “Sure, how about in an hour?” “Sounds good!” You ran to your room as fast as possible to try and hide. “How can I get out of this one?” You asked out loud to yourself. The hour flew by and Louis was extra excited to bring you out now. “Alright, now lets go to the park first.” “Okay.” You sat there for a couple minutes contemplating on whether you’d move or not. “Um y/n? Why aren’t we moving yet?” Louis asked. “Oh um sorry I just needed a couple minutes.” Slowly you put the car in reverse and put your fot on the gas pedal. “Please let us live please let us live” you said to yourself in your head. You turned onto the main road and you started hyperventilating. “Y/n, whats wrong?! Pull over!” Louis yelled from the passenger side. You pulled over and you were shaking from head to toe and nothing felt real to you. Louis knew what was happening and went over to let you out of the car, he picked you up and sat on the curb holding you until your panic attack stopped. “I’m sorry Louis, I hate driving and I haven’t done it a lot. I’m sorry I almost killed us.” “No, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry for pushing you to drive, I was excited when I started driving that I assumed everyone else would be excited as well.” “Can we go home or something and put this behind us?” “Of course. C’mon, lets go get ice cream first, my treat!” Louis said happily while helping you up.</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background: #fdfdfd;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Harry:It was a known fact that you hated spiders, no matter how big or small it was. Everyone claimed it was a childish fear, but Harry on the other hand knew how serious it was to you. He’s the only person to see you go into full panic attack when you see one, which is why he does his best to make sure that if he sees one to kill it right then and there. You were with Harry on the tour bus enjoying a movie when you saw a spider walking on the ceiling, “AH KILL IT HARRY” “What where is it?” Harry shot off the couch and ran to grab a paper towel. You curled into a ball and started hyperventilating, Harry grabbed the spider and threw it away and even pushed it to the bottom of the trash can for you, and immediately Harry picked you up and put you on his lap and held you. “It’s okay y/n, just breathe.” You did that for a good ten minutes when you finally felt normal again. “Harry, if spiders don’t pay rent why the fuck are they in here?” you ask seriously, “i’m not sure, but i’m always gonna be here to save you from them.” You put your head on his shoulder and finished the movie.</li>
<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Niall:Ever since you were born you were dying to see New York City, so when Niall found out he’d be there for a week on tour he was quick to invite you to come with. Time flew by and even the 14 hour flight went fast for you, and the moment you walked out of the airport you were amazed at the sight. You and Niall were walking to a restauraunt to get something to eat because airplane peanuts just aren’t enough. You were in a daze while walking through the city that you hadn’t noticed all the girls gathering around Niall and yourself. When you finally focused back onto walking you were getting highly uncomfortable, just like Niall you were claustrophobic. You couldn’t breathe and you clutched your chest as you started trembling. “Y/N! Back off guys please, let us be.” He knew it wouldn’t work, but he had a little hope since they saw you struggling. Niall pulled you into his chest and walked into the closest building. “Y/n, it’s okay, it’s just us now.” After a while of sitting there you started breathing normally again. “Can we just go to the hotel? I’m tired.” “Of course, we’ll order pizza from there. It’ll be better than you having another panic attack.” “I’m sorry I’m like this Niall, I didn’t want to ruin our time.” You looked at the ground and headed towards the door. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I’m glad i’ve been through it before to help you. You didn’t ruin anything alright? Now lets go!”</li>
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