One Direction Preferences.

98-Panic Attacks.

Preference #98: Panic Attacks.

Harry:

You sat in the car holding Harry's hand watching as you drove by all the crazy fans. The other boys in the car kept on talking as if there weren't crazy girls hitting the car windows. "H-harry, I don't want to go out," you whispered. He held your hand tighter and sighed, "It's okay, (Y/N)... You'll be with us, and you'll have bodyguards surrounding you. It'll be okay once we get inside," he said, trying to reassure you. You shook your head once more and said it again except louder this time. "No! Harry, I'm not going out there!" You caught Nialls attention, which then brought the others attention towards you. You closed your eyes, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Harry immediately took note when he felt your hand tense up. "Come'on, (Y/N), breathe!" He told you. You shook your head when you opened your eyes. You almost fell backwards in your seat because nothing seemed straight. The faint screaming outside your window seems to diminish with everything else around you. "You'll be okay," Harry chanted over and over, but you couldn't hear it. Your red dress suddenly became black when Harry let go of your hand to steady you. "I can't stay in America," you whispered, not even bothering to look up at anything. "I need to go home. This-this is too much, I-I can't see anything, I can't breathe, Harry. Take me home," you said, looking into Harry's eyes for reassurement, but his iris' weren't green. Everything was fuzzy, but you felt Harry nod his head. "Okay. Okay, (Y/N). I'll take you home."

Louis:

Everything was just going all wrong. You didn't wake up on time, and so that meant that you didn't get to see Louis in the morning. You didn't straighten your hair either since it would take too long. You didn't even make breakfast for yourself because you absolutely didn't have time to. You were hungry, you were tired, and your hair looked like a rat's nest. Not to mention the fact that your friend bailed on you about going to lunch together. You locked your keys in the car along with your coffee, so you had to wait for a professional to unlock it for you. Everything that went different messed up your schedule, and that made you furious. You finally just lost it when you came home and locked your self into the bathroom. You sat down on the tiles and kicked your heels off of your feet, massaging your irritated soles. Your knees were brought up to your chin, and your vision suddenly went blurry. Everything got so dizzy and you couldn't feel your fingers anymore. It didn't even faze you when you heard the bathroom door open and saw Louis crouching down next to you. "A-are you okay, (Y/N)?" he asked quietly. He gently touched your cheek, but you still didn't move. "(Y/N), come'on, please speak to me..." he whispered once more. He took you into his arms so slowly, you finally just broke down crying, "Everything is just going wrong, Louis. One thing after another. I can't function if it's not going right. Louis, everything is so out of place!" you sobbed into his chest. He didn't speak, but when you finally calmed down, he said, "Just because you have a bad day today doesn't mean it's going to be the same tomorrow... Everything is going to be alright once you get to bed."

Liam: (This takes place very far into the future. By the way, this is sorta long; but very heartbreaking.)

"Former pop star, Louis Tomlinson who was 1/5 of the famous boyband One Direction died yesterday morning at age forty-four from causes unknown. There is still yet to be word from his family and the rest of the band. One fan, Kaylee, says 'I never expected him to go so quickly. I don't think anyone really did... H-he was so loved and I just hope he knew that.' More details will be revealed later." The radio echoed in the car as you were driving to Louis' old house where he was found. Liam had been really calm about his death, and that scared you. It scared everyone else too. "Liam... Are you okay?" You asked, still looking at the road. He didn't answer, instead you heard sniffles that soon turned into gasps for air. You saw Liam gasping for breath, frozen in his seat as his eyes were glazed over. You pulled off into the side of the road to help Liam. You helped him sit so he was facing you, but you'd never seen him so struck, so scared. "Liam--Liam, you need to calm down, okay?" You whispered, touching his face ever so slightly to calm him down. "Is he gone, (Y/N)? Why did he l-leave? It's unfair! It's unfair, it's unfair. It's unfair to him! To me! To everyone! Why did he leave?" Liam said over and over again, making your heart shatter into a million pieces. "Y-yes, Liam, he's gone. We're going over to see him now, sweetheart," you whispered. Liam's eyes widened and his pulse got faster and faster under your touch. "No! No, no, no, no, (Y/N)! No! He's still here! I'll show you!" He screamed, taking out his phone and dialing Louis' number. "You've reached the phone of The Tommo. I won't call back so don't call me again. Goooooodbye!" "I'll try again. He's alive, trust me!" Liam said again, pressing the green button on his phone. You gently took the phone from his hands, after you wiped his tears. "He's not going to answer, Liam. I'm sorry," you said, taking him into your arms.

Zayn:

It was all happening too quickly. You were only in the store to stock up on diapers and formulas for your unborn baby, but it seemed like the world had something else in mind when you started to feel pain. You got home as quickly as you could and started to track the times of each contraction. It had been nine months, of course, but Zayn wasn't there. You called up Trisha and asked her to come over as quickly as she could. Once she was over, everything just fell apart. "I'm not ready!" you screamed as the pain worsened. "Yes, you are, baby, now let's get to the hospital," Trisha immediately said, taking your hand. You started to tremble against her touch, and you started to sweat, "N-no. Z-Zayn, I need Zayn. I'm not ready to do it without him!" She sighed and took out her phone. She finally gave it to you, unsure of what to say. "I need y-you," you whispered, starting to cry over the phone. "I can't come home now, boo. I'll be home soon though. You need to go ahead and get to the hospital and deliver him!" he said over the phone. He sounded so calm, helping you to calm down too. "I don't want to go without you. Please, Zayn! Zayn, don't make me!" You said over and over again. You heard his voice crack on the other side of the phone, hearing small sniffles. "I won't hang up and I'll even get my mom to Skype me. You just need to do this without me, (Y/N)." After a while of just talking to Zayn only to hear his voice, you finally let Trisha take you to the hospital to deliver your newborn son.

Niall: (This ties in with Greg's wedding and the whole fan incident thing.)

You heard his soft sobs on the other side of the bathroom door when you were walking out to greet Greg and Denise as newly weds. They had just gotten married, and it was time to head over to the reception hall, but Niall was nowhere to be found until you heard his quiet whimpers. Fans had crashed the wedding, asking for pictures and signitures from everyone there. What they did wasn't right, and everyone knew that, but Greg and Denise weren't fazed by it at all. You knocked on the door, "Niall... Niall, sweetheart, everyone is leaving now to go to the hall. Can I come in?" you asked, trying to open the door. Niall unlocked the door, but he still sat on the ground with his knees over his eyes. "I-I can't do it. I can't face him, (Y/N). He hates me. He hates me." Niall weeped. he tried to breathe; but he couldn't, and he was shaking terribly. He didn't calm down when you took him into your arms. "Who, Greg? Niall, he still loves you no matter what! He's your brother. He wouldn't hate you over this," you told him, hoping he would listen. "N-no! I can't do it. I can't do it. I ruined his day and it's all my fault! I can't see him," he repeated, rocking himself back and forth. He tried to breathe, but he couldn't. "Niall, take slow, deep breaths..." Niall took a shallow breath, taking multiple more. "He doesn't hate you, Niall. He still loves you, he always will. They don't care what happened," you hugged him even tighter, rubbing your thumb across his hand. "O-okay," he finally whispered.

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QOTD: Have any of you suffered from panic attacks?

I've only ever had two: One was when I had to play a solo on my cello, and I was freaking out, like, I couldn't even breathe and I had to pee. Ugh, it was horrible; and the second one was when my best friend told me she was moving. That one was worse because my mom took me to the hospital since she didn't know what was happening to me.

So yeah, I'm not really familiar with panic attacks, so sorry if it's wrong in anyway! Liam's was just so hard to write though because I don't ever want Louis to go. I don't think anyone does, but it's not a good preference/story if it doesn't connect with you on a deeper level, right? Right. D:

Sooooo my school cancelled school for two day without there being any reason. whaaaat. It threw off my sleeping pattern and now I'm acting weird and stuff. urgh.

-Abbster.xx