Harry:
You sat in the limo, feeling your heart rush as it pulled up. Harry was beside you, gripping your hand tightly. He could sense the panic in the air, and you could too, which wasn’t helping your situation. With your free hand, you went to brush hair out of your face, trying to play off some normalcy. When your hand was in front of your face, your jaw opened. It was shaking violently, and you realized the reason behind Harry’s tight grip.
“Y/N, you’re okay” he whispered as the limo pulled up to the red carpet.
“Harry, I-“ you started, but your throat felt so tight you couldn’t speak.
“Y/N” he said, getting up and kneeling in front of you. He signaled the limo driver to do another lap of the block as he tried to calm you. You didn’t deal well with crowds. People were always grabbing you, and you felt like you were trapped. Harry had dealt with you having panic attacks before, and you would never know how many he had stopped by just keeping your mind off of you having one. But this was not one of them. You felt tears fall on your cheeks as you body shook like you were a leaf in the wind. Harry stayed crouched in front of you on the floor of the limo. He rolled down the window when you were safely out of sight of the mob, trying to get you some fresh air.
“You’re fine, kitten. You’re okay” he said, rubbing your arms as you shut your eyes softly.
“Can you turn the cool air on?” Harry called, and the suddenly blast of cool was soothing to the insane warmth of your body. After a few minutes, you felt yourself relaxing.
“You alright?” Harry asked, and you nodded.
“Its okay, that one wasn’t too bad. Take your time. Here” he said, handing you your clutch that had your make up in it. You wiped the stray mascara and reapplied as the driver pulled back around.
“I’m sorry, this is my fault” Harry said, and you shook your head.
“No, its not. It’s okay. I am just thankful you’re here” you said, kissing his cheek. Harry smiled and gave you a passionate kiss as he climbed over you and opened the door. He held out his hand as you stepped out, feeling good about having Harry with you.
Niall:
You were doing some cleaning around your flat while Niall watched TV. It was a pretty normal Sunday for the two of you, except for you having plans to go out to dinner that night. You were excited to have some couple time with Niall, and couldn’t wait to get going. You went to put dishes away and finish off the kitchen. You moved a cup up to the shelf and reached back down for another cup to put alongside it. Instead of feeling the smooth glass, you felt something foreign. You looked down and immediately jumped back. You began shaking violently and crying. There was a huge spider on the cup. In reality, it was probably the size of a quarter, but it felt like you could put a saddle on it and ride it. It crawled along the edge of the cup as you squeaked.
“You alright?” Niall called. You tightly grabbed the handle of the drawer beside of you, squeezing so tight you thought you would snap it in half. The spider crawled to the edge of the counter and you felt yourself getting dizzy. You tried to overcome it as you climbed up onto the other counter top, but you knocked over a pot on the floor. The sound scared the spider, who then started crawling along the counter top towards you.
“Fuck” you whispered, but felt a slight sense of relief when you heard Niall’s footsteps.
“Y/N?” he said, and you knew he was beside you.
“Spider” you whispered breathlessly, “its coming for me.” Niall grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and slammed it on to the spider. You thought that would end things, but your mind started racing.
