you always have had super bad panic attacks for different reasons every month or so.
colby knew this and he always was there to calm you down.
you went to bed early that night around 8pm and woke up with a nightmare at 12am.
you shot out of the bed and started to panic.
you could barely move.
you finally went to your phone and called colby.
colbys p.o.v
i was on my phone when i saw y/n was calling, i answered the phone.
"hello?"
"c-c-ol-b-by.", she said weakly over the phone.
"y/n!? whats going on?! are you safe?!", i said looking for my keys.
"i ne-ed you h-here.", she sounded like she was crying.
"ok, please. stay put.your safe. ok?", i kept looking for my keys and i couldnt find them.
"ok.", y/n said weakly before hanging up.
"fck it.", i ran out of my appartment and ran to y/n. it was about 5 miles, but i had to get to her.
i ran up to her floor and room. i knocked on the door and the door barely opened.
y/n p.o.v
every part of me was shaking, but i found the power to open the door.
i opened the door the slightest bit and colby opened the rest quickly and scooped me up in his arms.
he was holding me tight and kissing my head worriedly.
"are you ok?!", he realesed the hug holding your shoulders.
i nodded and started to cry even more.
his breathing was heavy and he was shaking as well.
"i love you, i cant have anything ever happen to you."
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