Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Have A Panic Attack

You're anxious about having to give a speech at your parents' anniversary party.  You've always hated having to be the center of attention, but being their only child, this responsibility falls on your shoulders.  As you're bustling around the house trying to get ready, rehearsing and mentally editing what you plan on saying, you feel a wave of dizziness hit you.  You feel lightheaded, so you sit down on the side of the bed and stick your head between your knees.  You break out into a sudden sweat, despite it being a nippy winter evening.  Harry walks past the bedroom, but spots you through the doorway and stops.  "You ok, baby?  Is this about having to give that speech?"  He steps closer and sees the sweat beading by your hairline at your neck.  "Whoa, what's going on?"  He kneels in front of you, running a hand over your shoulder until the symptoms pass and you come back around.  He flashes you one of his fantastic smiles and your nerves begin to feel a bit better.