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Anxiety Attack.

Anxiety Attack.

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Calum: Calum and I hurried into the waiting room, scanning our eyes for some familiar faces. Thankfully, there were only a few other people there so we easily found Luke and Michael. "Where is he?" Calum asked the two about Ashton, panic clear in his voice. I gave his hand a comforting squeeze as I continued to hold it. "He went into emergency surgery." Michael told us sadly. I felt my heart stop and a lump form in my stomach. I motioned for Calum to take the seat beside Luke and I sat down down on Calum's other side, still keeping hold of his hand. I brought them up to my lips and kissed his knuckles reassuringly. "What's happened to him?" I ask Luke and Michael hoping that they would know. "His appendix almost burst." Luke told us. I sighed in defeat and leaned my head against Calum's shoulder and he rested his head on mine. A doctor came through the doors and everyone's head shot up, instantly looking towards her. They called out some other patient's name and the only other people in the waiting room followed her. "He'll be ok." I whispered to Calum trying to calm him. "But what if he won't?" He asked. "He will be." I repeated. Calum placed a chaste kiss to the top of my head before slinging his arm around me. Michael stood up and stretched out a little bit. "I'm gonna go for a walk. Anyone wanna join?" Michael asked. Calum and I shook our heads in reply as Luke stood up, following after him after saying quick goodbyes and asking us to call if we hear anything. Calum sat up and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in his hands. I sat up too, placing my hand on his lower back, rubbing in small circles to try and relax him. It surprised me when I heard soft whimpers escape his lips and that was the moment I became really worried. Calum never really cried unless he was in a lot of pain or something serious like that. I knew the second we found out that his best mate was in hospital that he was stressing but I didn't know that he was this distraught. His breathing hitched in his throat as he tried to stop himself from crying and I tugged his hands away from his face to get him to look at me. "Calum you're ok. Ashton's going to be ok." I tried to soothe him but I could tell that he was stressed that he had gotten himself into a panic attack. I noticed one of the small water dispensers a few feet away from us with the tiny plastic cups to the side. I quickly stood up and hurried over, filling a cup of water and bringing it over to Calum. His hands were shaking so I held onto it for him. "Just breathe deeply, Cal. In. Out. In, out, baby." Within a few minutes, he seemed to calm down enough to breath easier and his crying had softened down to slight sniffling. I handed him the cup of water and sat down beside him as he drank it, placing the empty cup on the floor beside him once be had finished. "I'm sorry, Y/N." Calum apologised, ashamed of his breakdown. I gently turned his face to look at me, keeping my hand resting lightly on the side of his face. "Don't apologise, Calum. I love you, alright? He's going to be ok. I promise you."

Ashton: "You ready?" Ashton asked me, giving my hand a light squeeze as he looked to me. "Yes." I lied. I felt sick to my stomach and I would rather be anywhere else but here, though I knew I had to do this. "Stay close to me. You'll be fine." He assured me before the door of the van was opened and I was being pulled along behind Ashton. You couldn't prepare yourself for the screams. They were coming from every direction from almost every fan who was surrounding us. I grabbed onto Ashton's arm for a greater sense of comfort and I tried to keep my head down as we walked through the crowd of people who were trying to get to us. Things for the boys to sign were being shoved in our faces as we walked past, crying and screaming and people reaching out to touch them. "Ash..." I muttered feeling a tightness in my chest. He slung his arm around me, pulling me closer to him as we were getting nearer to the door, though I already felt a loss of breath. We finally reached the doors to the studios and we were hastily pushed inside where we were lead to the boys' dressing room. Ashton led me over to the couch away from the boys where they all got out their phones and began doing their own things. I placed a hand over my chest and shut my eyes as I tried to focus on breathing. My throat felt dry and like it was burning, almost like it was closing up. Ashton placed his hand on my lower back, rubbing in circles as he tried to get me to calm down. "Breath in, I'm right here." He spoke to me. "Ash." I muttered his name once more. "I can't breathe." I chocked out. I could see the plain in his eyes as he looked at me before standing up and hurrying over to the window to open it. The boys looked over to him and then at me, sensing something was wrong. I reached my hand out to Ashton to which he took as he sat back down next to me. I was now panting, struggling for air as the room seemed to get smaller. Michael quickly made his way over to us and kneeled down beside me on the floor, soothingly moving his hand in circles on my back like Ash was doing moments ago. I could tell that the other boys were unsure what to do but they have us space thankfully, guessing that I needed it. Ashton joined Michael on the floor, only he kneeled in front of me and cupped my face in his hands. "Y/N, look at me baby." He spoke. "Copy me, ok? In. Out. In. Out." He said as he breathed deeply. I tried my best to copy him though it felt near impossible. "You can breathe, alright? Just focus on me." He added. I locked eyes with him and continued to repeat his actions until my breathing had slowed down massively. I was now sitting with my eyes closed, breathing heavily but easier. Ashton stood up along with Michael, thanking him before sitting back down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me as I continued to sit bent over. "You're ok."