*April 1979*
*(Y/N) has to contemplate whether or not to sign the contract with Charlie's Angels. Andy and (Y/N) are at their shared house talking and cuddling*
*TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS ARE DISCUSSED IN THIS CHAPTER.*
Andy's POV:
*in his head thinking*
(Y/N) was offered a role on Charlie's Angels.
Don't mind me, I am proud of her. I just don't wanna lose her. It could be just the thought of losing someone. I don't want her to think I am controlling her either.
(Y/N) was also wanting to record music by herself. I wanted to surprise her for a recording session with me. Just for fun, so she can see what she is capable of.
We are cuddling right now and I don't want to ruin the moment.
*out of his thoughts*
(Y/N)'s POV:
Andy and I are finally back on the same schedule.
Today, we are just chilling at home. We did some errands this morning. But, I am still thinking of the Charlie's Angel's contract. Is this universe trying to test me?
Part of me wants to say yes, but the other part of me knows I am not meant to stay here forever.
Listening to Andy's heart beating brings a calmness over me. But, yet again, something was off.
Perhaps it was my new found fear of being stuck here in the past, but I truly loved Andy with all my heart. Before even coming back here, there was something I felt for him.
But, we know what ends up happening in the end and it scares me.
I was sent back here to change what happen perhaps? My mind was racing. Before long, Andy drew me back from my thoughts.
"Darling, are you ok? You seem uneasy. What's the matter?" Andy asked puzzled.
I sat up from his arms.
"Let me go Andy. I need air," I ran to the backyard to catch some oxygen.
"Love what's the matter? You are terrifying me love," Andy's voice echoed distantly.
I struggled with anxiety before in the new world. Because of distraction recently, it seemed to easy up. But, with everything rolling towards me, I felt alone and helpless. Running away from Andy to the backyard wasn't make it easier. But, I felt embarrassed.
I fell to my knees under the orange tree and put my face in my hands. I tried to mellow out my breathing. I could hear Andy on the phone.
"Barry, she's hysterical. I don't know what's wrong, " Andy said through tears.
"You got to snap out of this (Y/N). You are fine. You are loved. You are on a mission," I kept repeating myself.
"(Y/N), love, darling. Listen to me. Look at me love. Focus on my eyes," Andy said kneeling in front of me.
I removed my hands from my eyes. He brought my hands around his neck.
"Look at me love. What's the matter? You are ok love. I am here with you. Breathe," Andy said in a whisper.
"Andy, it's, I'm having a panic attack," I told him with a quiver.
I don't really know how important mental health was back in the 1970s. Did they focus on it at all? Would Andy know what I was talking about?
"Darling, breathe. Is there something bothering you love?" Andy asked.
"It's just darling, a lot of stuff has become heavy on me love. It just seems like everything is happening so fast," I told him.
Andy pulled me into his lap and just held me. He carrased my hair and kissed my face.
"We don't have to talk about it darling. Just let me hold you," Andy said in my ear.
Everything calmed down and I was centered again.
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