One Direction Preferences

160-Panic Attacks

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Louis: “Hey hey hey,” he chants softly, brushing strands of hair away from your eyes and taking your hands in his. His warm breath is fanning across your features, his eyes flitting over your flushed skin. “You’re okay, breathe for me okay?” he says calmly, because he knows, he’s been here and he knows what it’s like, “there we go, there she is”

Harry: He’s muttering to himself first, because he needs to calm down in order to do the same for you. So he’ll inhale slowly, taking your face between his palms and pressing a short kiss to your lips. “shh shh,” he’ll hush, lips close to yours, his words vibrating over your own, “you’re gonna be just fine, just relax okay, focus on me, I’m right here”

Niall: “I’m here,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against him. His lips breathe the warm words into your hair, your skin, “I’m always here, ya know. Let’s talk okay? That sound okay?” and it makes sense, because if you’re talking, you’re breathing, so you nod tightly, and he’ll smile slightly, “so tell me…what was your favorite movie when you were little huh?”

Zayn: “Okay, okay” he says, the words coming out soft and gentle, like his touches, fingers tracing skin, lips pressing to your jaw. And your throat feels tight, your head pounding, your body shivering, but he doesn’t worry about all that, only hushing you gently and rubbing his hands down your back, “it’s okay, you’re just fine, you’re with me.”

Liam: It’s over now, the storm ended, the tears wiped away, your breathing regulated and the trembling halted. “how are you feeling, darling?” he asks, holding you by the shoulder’s at arm’s length to get a good look at you, “that wasn’t so bad right? You’re just fine now, you did so well” and his tone is sweet, and the sound is a haven for your mind, his hold a safe home for your weary limbs.