18 Panic and axiety
"Princess, how good of a boyfriend am I?" Nick walked onto my dorm room as I put down my pencil- homework finished!
"Erm, guess what, I don't care?"Evan grumbled, standing up from his seat and stalking to his bed. Nick just shrugged.
"On a scale from one to ten?" I asked turning to him. "Two."
"Well that ain't very nice." He scoffed. "I would of rated you a three."
"Ah," I started. "But you didn't let me finish- I was gonna say two-enty?" I let the corner of my mouth twist into a smirk.
"Well neither did you. I was gonna say three-ty?" He mimicked.
"Darlin', I'm gonna leave, flirt all you want." Evan announced and left, slamming the door.
Well. Ok then.
"So what's this about?"
"Well, I know some people,"
"Really?" I cut him off. "I didn't realise you had friends in high school."
"Honey, I was one of the most popular ones in that high school." He smirked.
"So, whatcha barge into my dorm- ever so rudely- for?"
"I found out what happened yesterday." Nicks face dropped from a half-smile-half-smirk to a serious and genuine look.
Then your all came back to me. The sudden wave of panic and the blurry, obvious world around me. I never want to experience that again.
Nick saw my fearful expression and placed his hands on my waist- that, for some reason, felt reassuring.
"Baby girl, you have anxiety." His words were soft like silk.
Slowly, I rested my head on his upper chest and closed my eyes, as everything flooded in. My late overnight thinking- all started to sum up. All those words that never left my mind- suddenly made sense. Each day that I used to curl up in a ball and regret the past and fear the future- it was all weirdly clear.
Who knew three words could change my whole perception of thought?
His arms curled around me, a bracing duvet on a cold night.
"You had a panic attack, my princess." He kissed the top of my head. " don't worry, we'll figure it out. He gave me a tight smile and a nuzzled my head further into his chest- all I want right now was to be his comforting arms.