𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Calm after the storm (Michael Clifford Fluff)

Summary: (Y/N) has a panic attack & Michael is there to comfort her
The plot revolves around the reader experiencing a panic attack, so if you feel uncomfortable reading something like this, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like.
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(3rd Person's POV)
The day passed slowly for Michael; he went to a promo interview, then to the studio, then to a meeting. He couldn't wait for the moment he would walk into their house and he would see her pretty face. This part of the day has been his favorite ever since they started living together; he comes home, they have dinner and chat, before cuddling on the couch, mumbling sweet nothings at each other.

He parks his car in the garage, smiling already. He feels so at home in her presence, even though he has just reached her proximity. He feels like she is someone he can let every guard down with completely like he can be himself truly.
He gets in the house, leaving his keys on the island near the door before looking for her. The house is oddly quiet, which throws Michael off his rhythm. Usually, he finds her singing, listening to music, or watching something on the TV. His favorite this far has been when he catches her singing along to his songs. Man, it makes him glow with pride.
He looks for her in every room in the house, calling her name a couple of times, but it ends up in the same silence as before.

She hears him call her name as he approaches, which only makes her chest heave more. She doesn't want him to find her in that state, but her body refuses to move. She truly is petrified, unable to move from her spot to do anything before Michael walks in and finds her sitting on the floor.
She is gasping for air, which makes his chest feel heavy with worry.
He kneels by her side, trying to find a way to calm her.
"(Υ/Ν)... Baby... What is happening?" He asks her, looking at her in a state of shook. (Y/N) shivers, mumbling something that is completely incoherent for him.
"Honey, try to take a breath... Come on, breathe with me." Michael is familiar with panic attacks, he has experienced them first hand in the past.
He keeps her face in his hands, instructing her on how to circulate her breathing; drag it in until your lungs expand, hold it for a few seconds, then breathe out until you deflate.
(Y/N) looks at him as she breathes, with tear-glazed eyes and cheeks stained from her morning makeup that is now smudged.
It is eating him alive to know what caused his girlfriend to break down, but he knows that what matters the most right now is calming her down.
He stays knelt in front of her, holding her face for the time it takes for her to breathe steadily and stop crying.
"Good... Let's go sit somewhere comfortable. Ok?" He suggests, taking her hands in his and running his thumbs over her knuckles.

Silently, he helps her up and helps her walk out, guiding her to their bedroom, where she seats on the ottoman in front of the bed.
Michael kisses her forehead softly, handing her the box of tissues that was set on the bedside table.
"What happened, my love?" He asks her in his softest voice. He is trying his best to soothe her, keep her as calm as possible.
She stays quiet for a minute, forcing herself to repeat the breathing Michael instructed her a few minutes before, wanting to avoid falling into the rabbit hole again.
"I screwed up at work... Really bad..." She replies, a sob coming from the chest as she lets it out. Michael kisses the back of her hands, in an effort to distract her from her trigger as she talks about it.
"I am sure we can work it out. Tell me what happened." He assures her, making her nod her head.
"We have a meeting tomorrow. I was supposed to make a report, but I screwed it up. I analyzed the data wrong, so the review is all fucked up... They are going to fire me..." She whimpers, feeling tears welling in her eyes. Michael wipes his thumbs over her under eyes, leaning in to hug her.
"We can fix it. We will go over it together. I know I am not much help, but you can use me as a soundboard. No one is going to fire you, baby. You can fix it, no need to panic." He cheers for her, but she shakes her head at him.
"It is needed for tomorrow morning. And I have to send it for printing. There is no time, I fucked up." She replies, and Michael brings her head to his shoulder.
"It is 7. We have time. And I can print it for you when you are done. I have seen you working, you are like a machine. If anyone can do it, it is you." He assures her, smiling at her softly.
"And even if you don't make it on time, at least you will know you gave one last fight." He pecks on her temple, making her sigh.
"It might take all night..." She mumbles under her breath.
"Then I'll stay up all night to make sure you are alright." He states, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
"You will do that for me?" She asks, placing her chin on top of his shoulder.
"For you? Anything." He replies, kissing the tip of her nose. She laughs softly, her face still a little blotchy from crying. But to him, she is the most beautiful woman, still.
"Now, go take a shower, freshen up, rinse the day away. And I will go order us some food and make us some coffee." He says, his smile now spreading as he pushes some curls away from her face.
"You are an angel." She whispers, standing up from the ottoman after she leaves a peck on his cheek. It makes him feel warm, watching her go back to her usual fluffy self.
"Go. I am ordering pizza." He scoffs, making her giggle.

Michael was right; if anyone could make it happen, it was (Y/N).
She finished at 3:15, and if she wasn't so tired, she would be dancing on top of the tables.

Michael put her to sleep, practically having to carry her as she stubbornly insisting on staying with him while he was making the copies. But as stubborn as she is, he is equally determined to take care of his partner.
So, he made the copies and put them in order, leaving only the binding part for the morning, which he knew had to be done with the company's official binders.

He took himself to bed, finding (Y/N) cuddling up to his pillow. He smiled at the sight, slipping under the covers and bringing his body to spoon hers.
She truly looked calm while asleep, which made him have a peaceful sleep.
The calm after the storm finally came, and it made everything feel right in their world again.