One Direction Sickfics & One Shots

2. Niall :: Just Stop Your Crying, It'll Be Alright

Eurie: I decided to write this because the day before I had written this originally, we had an evacuation drill and I had an anxiety attack when trying to leave due to all the people. This is based off my personal experiences and how my own friends helped me with them, so not all panic attacks are the same.

2013
"Oh my god!"

"Harry, Harry, just one photo!"

"Zayn, can you look over here?"

"Is that One Direction?"

"Niall! I love you!"

"How's the new song coming along, Liam?"

"Smile, Louis!"

People were screaming everywhich way. Paul, their bodyguard, was in front of them, doing his best to clear a path for the famous boy and fans, mainly teenage girls, were pushing and shoving, doing their best to get a piece of the group.

Niall nervously looked around. The more they yelled, the increasingly harder it became for him to just focus on walking. He felt like he could hear each individual voice all at once. His hands were fidgeting with the phone case in his hand, popping the corner off and then back on. Whenever he got anxious, he tended to play with whatever was closest, whether it be an earbud, a piece of paper, sometimes his nails. He bites his nails a lot when he is nervous.

They walked for another three minutes, Liam and Zayn in front of him and Louis and Harry behind. Harry was laughing hysterically at something Louis said when Niall felt it starting. His head started to spin and labored breathing would soon follow. He was quite claustrophobic, he didn't deal well with tight spaces, and sometimes that combined with the loads of screaming fans would overwhelm him and he would have an anxiety attack. He hated them so much because he couldn't really control them.

"Harry- Harry, I feel dizzy," he said pretty quietly to the curly haired boy. He didn't want any of his fans to hear that he was about to have an anxiety attack or it would be all over Twitter. Harry's giant smile left his face the moment Niall finished and it became much more serious. He whispered to Louis, informing him of what the blonde lad had told him. Louis nodded and squeezed through to get to Paul.

"Paul, how much farther to the hotel, eh? Niall's freakin out a bit," Louis explained.

"It should be this block up ahead. Tell Liam and Zayn that we are going to pick up the pace a bit," Paul told Louis as he began to walk faster.

"You're okay, you're okay. Focus on me, on my voice," Harry did his best to sooth Niall, but after putting a hand on Niall's shoulder, he could feel the shaking increasing. His breathing was getting tighter and faster.

Niall was doing his best to watch his breathing. But in reality, all he was doing was watch it speed up. It was as if his heart and lungs took an energy drink.

Paul ushered the boys into the American hotel they were staying at and Liam quickly nudged Niall towards the couch. The moment he sat down, he lost the little control he had trying to keep the anxiety attack under control.

"Louis, can you get Niall some water?" Zayn asked, pointing over to a dispenser that had water with slices of citrus cut up on top. Louis quickly rushed off and in the meantime, Zayn gave Niall his hand. "Squeeze my hand. Okay, bro?"

Niall took Zayn's hand in his own trembling one. Liam was rubbing circles around Niall's back, instructing him to breath. His breaths kept quickening and he felt tears roll down his cheeks. Louis handed the small plastic cup of fruit flavored water to Niall's other hand.

"Should I go get him an actual water bottle from the hotel shop?" Louis asked and Harry was the first to reply.

"That's a good idea. Do you have money?" He asked. He took his hand off Niall's shoulder to fish through his pocket, pulling out a ten dollar bill to hand to Louis. "Just keep holding Zayn's hand and focus on me and Liam's voices. You're okay, you're okay."

"Just keep breathing, Niall. You'll be okay." After Liam said this, the three guys stayed quiet until Louis brought back a water bottle, only the sounds of Niall's tense breaths making noise.

"Got you a bottle of water, lad. Take a sip." Louis unscrewed the cap of the blue water and handed it over to Niall, who took a drink. He fished out the left over change and handed it to Harry.

After about five minutes had past, Niall seemed to finally be slowly down. The tears stopped falling, the only ones remaining now were already there on his cheeks, and he began to finally catch his breath. "Sorry about this," he muttered.

Liam smirked, shaking his head. "What you got to be sorry for, mate? I don't think there's an on and off switch for these kinds of things."

"You good?" Zayn asked, his face still showing a bit of concern. Niall gave him a smile and looked around at the four boys and Paul.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks." Niall smiled as he felt Zayn give him a side hug and Harry giving his shoulder a squeeze.