*Trigger warning panic attack*
You had just gotten home from a modeling interview and you were exhausted. You flopped down on your bed and pulled out your phone to put on some music to fall asleep to. You tried to fall asleep, but your mind was buzzing with whether or not you would get the gig. You had been having trouble with anxiety lately and it was hard to sleep almost every night. Your boyfriend, Andy, knew this and tried to do everything he could to help. He only lived a few miles from you so he was over often.
You closed your eyes as 'In the End' came on and tried to quiet your mind, listening to Andy's beautiful voice. The more you tried to calm yourself however, the more anxious and worked up you got. You began to feel a tightness forming in your chest as you thought about the interview earlier. The room began spinning and you struggled for breath. Kneeling down on the floor, you decided to call Andy. He always told you to call him if anything happened and now was one of those 'anything's.
You tried to find his contact on your phone through the blurriness the tears caused in your eyes. Once you found it, you paused, thinking that he may be asleep and not wanting to bother him, you didn't call. A few minutes later, you were in a much worse condition. You were sobbing and couldn't breathe at all. You needed Andy. Picking up your phone, you called him this time. He answered almost immediately.
"Hey Ba-(Y/N)! Are you ok?" He asked, sitting up in bed.
You shook your head, not being able to answer verbally.
"Look at me (Y/N). Breathe sweetheart. You're ok. Everything is going to be fine. Do you need me to come over?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.
You nodded and watched the screen as Andy got up and grabbed his keys.
"I'll be there in a minute. Please try to breathe (Y/N)." He said, walking out the door.
"A-An-dy please-please don't le-leave me." You choked out.
It was too late. He had hung up and you were all alone yet again. You tried to breathe, your attempts failing every time. A couple minutes later, you heard Andy's car in the driveway and soon after heard the door slam. Andy's footsteps grew louder as he quickly came upstairs. The door opened and in an instant, he was by your side.
Your hands were tangled in your hair as you held your head, rocking back and forth. Andy sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your hands away from your head.
"Breathe baby. You need to breathe." He said softly.
You couldn't breathe. You tried. It didn't work. Andy pulled you up against his chest and held you tight as you cried into his shoulder. He rubbed your back and rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down.
"Shh shh shh. I'm here. You're safe." He whispered.
You felt like the world was caving in around you and Andy was the only thing keeping you from crumbling. He pulled one of your hands up to his face and kissed your palm before placing it on his chest.
"See how I'm breathing? Try to breathe like me babe. It's alright. I know it's scary." He said.
You felt Andy's breathing and tried your best to copy him, failing miserably. You tried to take a deep breath, but ended up coughing it back out almost immediately. Andy reached down and wiped the tears off your face and kissed your hair.
"Shit babe. Breathe. Please." He begged.
You tried your hardest to calm down but couldn't control anything. Andy started singing.
"I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels
When roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crush..."
As he sang, your breathing slowed and you began to calm down. Andy was still holding you and he rested his head on top of yours, kissing your hair.
"There we go..." He said.
"Thank you Andy."
"Of course baby." He said. "Do you know what set it off?"
You though for a moment and remembered that it was when you were thinking about the interview.
"I had that modeling interview earlier. I was worried about whether or not I got the gig." You explained.
"Got it. Well, Even if you didn't, you need to remember that modeling is a tough industry. Everything is centered around how you look and if you don't look exactly how they want you to, you won't get the job. That's just how it is. It doesn't mean that you're not beautiful. I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. People always think that the reason why they didn't get the gig is because they're ugly. It brings people's self esteem down so low and takes a huge toll on your mental health." He explained.
It did make sense and now that you thought about it, it was true. You yawned, exhausted from crying.
"Aww, (Y/N), is my love tired?" He asked.
You nodded and cuddled into Andy's neck even further. Andy slid his arms underneath you and picked you up, walking over to your bed and gently setting you down. He took off his leather jacket and Batman t-shirt and climbed in with you. He was already in pajama pants since it was late and he was getting ready to go to bed before you called. He pulled you up next to him and wrapped his arms around your waist as you listened to his heartbeat and slowly fell asleep, protected in Andy's warm arms.
