Anxious || Harry Styles

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

My heart is beating a million times a second, my breathing is rapid, my head is light and I feel slightly dizzy, my hands are sweating and clammy, and my leg cannot stop bouncing up and down as I stare at my agenda.

English presentation on Thursday.

This presentation is the assignment I have gotten more than a month ago about the quotes. And it is Sunday right now. And Thursday is just four nights away. 

"Joelle." My mum knocks on the door before slowly opening it. I turn around and smile at her. "Lunch is ready. Are you hungry?" I suddenly feel sick just thinking about food even though my stomach is empty.

"No, I'll come down later. Thanks mum." I smile at her.

"Okay honey." She smiles before closing the door. Once when the door is shut, my legs start bouncing up and down again and a distraught expression is once again present on my face.

"Fuck, no." I put my head in my hands. I am so freaking scared I could throw up right now. The overwhelming feeling starts to overpower me and I feel like crying.

I grab my phone and dial the first person who comes to mind. He answers after the first ring.

"Hi, Joey."

"H-Harry." My voice comes out shaky.

"Joey, are you okay?" I try to answer but I am just too shaken up and frightened to say anything. "Stay tight, I'm on my way right now." The line goes dead a second later. I get up from my desk and slowly sit down against the headboard of my bed. I try to focus on my breathing as I wait for Harry.

A minute later I hear the doorbell ring. I stay seated knowing my mum will get it.

"Hi, Harry!"

"Hi, Trinity. How are you?"

"I'm doing great, thank you Harry. And yourself?"

"I'm doing well."

"Joelle is in her room."

"Thank you."

I then hear feet running up the stairs then a low knock on my door. Harry opens the door and I see him breathing heavily with a bit of sweat on his forehead. I can't believe he ran to come see me as fast as he could. He is honestly the sweetest.

"Joey." He breathes out and quickly sits in front of me, holding my hand. "What happened? Are you okay?" He looks worriedly at me.

"English presentation. Thursday." I use my free hand and cover my face. Harry scoots over so he is sitting besides me and places a hand around my shoulder.

"Hey, shh. Joey, focus on my voice." He rubs my shoulder. "Take deep, slow breathes. Focus on your breathing." I do as he says. "You're okay. You are safe. This is just a presentation that you don't even have to do. If it really bothers you, just get a note from Doctor Evans." I nod knowing he is right. "It's going to be okay." He gives me a really reassuring smile. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. After a few minutes of me focusing on calming down, I reach my hands up and engulf Harry into a tight hug.

"Thank you, Harry. For coming and for helping me calm down." I say with my face pressed into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me just as tight. 

"Of course, Joey. I'll always be here. And you helped me before so I guess you could say we are even know." He chuckles. I smile. "Really though, are you good?" He asks me. I nod.

"Yeah. Still a bit nervous but not like just a few minutes ago. Thank you." I honestly say feeling so appreciated to have this wonderful boy in my life.