🥝Harry Styles Imagines🥝

Anxiety

"Mmmmm I don't know I think this one looks better" you say to your husband looking at different bracelets in the jewelry store.

"Babe everything looks good on you I really don't think it matters" harry says watching you look at the bracelet on your wrist.

"Your no help. I think I'll get this one" you say finally making a decision. After getting the bracelet you both excited the store. You both had some time off so you thought it was a nice day to just do a little bit of window shopping. Making your way to the parking lot a swarm of paparazzi came out of no where. Pushing and shoving they were doing what they always did, which consisted of asking a ton of stupid question and flashing their cameras in your face. Being married to harry you would think you'd get use to them, but in all actuality it just got harder for you. Once the paparazzi came so did all the other pedestrians and fans wanting to see what all the commotion was. Harry stood in front of you trying to dig his way through all the people. Grabbing his hand tight you stayed close not wanting to get lost. You started getting a little light headed as you felt like everything was closing in on you and with people shoving, you felt suffocated in all the madness. Your breathing got heavy as your hands started to get shaky.  You felt like you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack which was weird since you hadn't had one in a long time, but you always knew that feeling when it came. Harry finally made his way through the crowd saying sorry that he couldn't stop to take pictures, but with the death grip on his hand he knew that you desperately wanted to leave. Getting in the car Harry told the driver where to go as you both sat in the back seat. You didn't realize how heavy your breathing was until you were in the silence of the car

"Y/N calm down baby" he says. You breaths were uncontrollable as you felt like you were gasping for air at this point. Tears streamed down your face as you grabbed onto Harry's hands panicking. "Shhhhhhhh it's okay, follow my breathing. Y/N look at me okay follow what I'm doing" he says helping you steady your breathing so now you were at a normal pace. Once you calmed down he brought your face closer giving you a kiss. It was soft and gentle but still enough to help in every way possible. Freeing his hands from your tight grip he wiped the remaining tears that were falling from your red cheeks. "Are you okay"

"Yeah" you say in a low tone nodding your head. You laid your head down on his lap as he brushed the stray hairs away from your face

"I'm so sorry baby" he whispers. You knew it wasn't his fault but he felt bad that the paparazzi were only there because of him. He didn't like that you had to deal with them in this kind of way, but you knew what you signed up for when you married him. Over time you figured that he was the only one who could really get you through an anxiety attack and you were grateful for how helpful he was. After all he was your husband.

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Xoxo, Nicole❤️