Shawn Mendes Imagines

Panic Attack

I got this idea from another book.

Y/N ~
            "Shawn?" I called his name causing his head to turn. "Can you turn the fan on? It's kind of hot." He nodded and turned the fan on. My palms continued to heat up and perspire with ever motion the fan made. I could feel my heart beat increase unsteadily. I've been dealing with this reoccurring issue for a long time and it hasn't been this serious until about a week ago. I might be having anxiety attacks, but I'm not certain.  My dad told me he used to have anxiety attacks when he was younger, but I don't think the two would be related. I have been extremely stressed with paying all of my dues, though.

"Do you need some water or something?" Shawn nervously asked me. I nodded my head and rushed to the kitchen to get me some. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking badly. They've never shaken like this before. He handed me the glass of iced water and my shaking hands attempted to hold it firmly. Shawn sat next to me and placed his arm around my shoulder. His comfort helped me tense down a bit, but not a whole lot. I sipped some of the cool drink to ease my "anxiety," but it didn't work too much.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asked me cautiously. What's wrong with me?! I know he can see what I'm going through! What kind of question is that?! He doesn't understand anything about this and no one ever will. My heart aches at my sadness. I hate that no one knows what I'm going through. No one will ever experience this high of an attack like this one. I'm so alone in this world. I wish there was just one person that would be going through the same experiences as me just so I can have something to relate with.

Tears began to flow down my cheeks uncontrollably. One thing led to another and I was uncontrollably sobbing. It felt good to sob, but I hated every second of it. Shawn rubbed my shoulders and continued to pester me with questions asking what was wrong and if I'm okay.

"S-Shawn." I mumbled through my tears.
"Yes? Yes?! Y/N?" He was quick to answer my plead.
"I.. I think I'm having a panic attack. I don't know why o-or what it is, but I can barely breathe." I took in many deep breaths of air. I felt his hand interlock with mine.
"It'll be alright, babe. You'll get through this. Here, you should lay down. Your water will be right here when you need it." He kissed my cheek and began to walk out.

"Wait." I interjected his leaving. He turned around and faced me. "I don't want to be alone. I don't think I can be alone right now." Tears, like the menaces they are, continued to flow down my cheeks. He laid next to me and held onto my hand. My crying slowed down by a lot once I felt his touch.

"I'm right here, Y/N. Don't worry about anything and fall asleep." He placed his plump lips on mine for a split second before lying back down on the mattress. I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my waist. I needed a real sense of security. He didn't ask why or hesitate, he went along with my commotion. I didn't feel like I was suffocating when he was around me.

"Thank you, Shawn." I whispered before I safely fell asleep.

I got this idea from another imagine book (similar but not the exact same) but I can't remember which one, since I read a lot 😐. Hopefully this doesn't come off as an incorrect representation of an anxiety or panic attack. This is just from what I've heard to be honest. I also hope this doesn't come off as disrespectful, I'm not trying to be like that.