You sat still in anticipation, waiting for Wilbur to call you. You knew Lovejoy wouldn't be done playing for another 5 to 10 minutes minimum but your gaze was still locked onto your display. You sat at home in Brighton, missing your boyfriend way more than you would like to admit. Since you and the boys planned to surprise Will with your presence at the Los Angeles concert, there were still some days to wait until you could see him again. But the giddy feeling in your stomach made you sick from excitement, it was way sooner than Wilbur thought you would see each other and only the thought of his facial expression was making you happier than you'd been in a long time. 

After waiting for 25 minutes, your phone rang, getting you out of your thoughts. But it wasn't the all to familiar profile picture of Wilbur and you in a tight hug you were greeted with. Instead, there was the picture of Joes WhatsApp Icon. "Joe? What's up?" You asked, confusion growing when Joe didn't respond right away. "Uh... Could you please try to contact Will? I know for a fact he won't call you right now, but I hope he accepts your call when he sees it. It's... It's important," he explained, sounding stressed and worried. "What the fuck happened?" Concern laced your words as you stared down at the profile picture of Joe. "Not gonna lie I think he has one of the hardest panic attacks he has ever had. We don't think we should go into his room and I hope you can calm him because I'm really fucking worried for him right now," the guitarist explained and you heard Mark and Ash quietly chatting in the background. "Okay, thanks for telling me, I will try and check up on him," you answered quietly before quickly hanging up on him and dialing your boyfriend's number. 

"C'mon, please pick up," you mumbled, concern growing with every passing second. It wouldn't be the first time he ignored your calls during his panic attacks. "H-Hi darling, show was great but I'm busy right now, I'll call you later," he stammered as soon as he picked up his phone. You could hear his quivering voice just from his greeting, not needing the rest of the sentence for that. You decided to catch his attention before he would hang up on you to not raise any suspicions about his well-being. "Thank god you picked up. Will, I know what's up, Joe told me. Please stay on call with me, I'm here for you," you immediately said, ignoring the way he choked as he realized what you just said. "No, I'm fine," he tried convincing you in a poor attempt at lying.
"You're not Will, I can hear your ragged breathing and the trembling voice," you answered, staying as calm as possible in order to transfer it onto him. "I wanted- I-," he choked on his words as he started talking, sobbing immediately afterwards. "Deep breaths," you reminded him, just wishing to be there in person for him to calm down faster. "I... There was a sign, La Jolla. I failed, 10 minutes, couldn't... I just- It-," when he began stammering on his words more, you could almost feel his heart rate increasing and his breath quickening. "Honey, I'm switching to video call. Please accept, you don't have to show yourself but please look at me okay?" you asked as you started the call, only for it to not be accepted for multiple seconds. "Will? William, please," you pleaded, using his full name in order to get his attention. After some more seconds you could see the ceiling of his room in the backstage.
"There you go, it will all be okay. Look at me, alright? I'm here, just at the other side of the call," you started explaining, listening for him. The only thing to be heard was his way-too-fast panting and quiet sobs interrupting it every few seconds. "Will, breathe with me. Alright? Everything is good, you're safe and nothing will happen to you. Breathe in." You took a deep, loud breath in order to have him hearing it. Some seconds later you released your breath, telling him to do him so as you did.

"Fuck, I can't breathe at all," he chuckled in a broken voice, a poor attempt to cheer him up. "It's okay, you have enough air to talk again so that's progress," you tried reassuring him, seemingly with success as he moved the camera a bit so I could see a bit of his sweaty but fluffy hair. "You're doing so good Will, just keep breathing like we practiced and everything will be alright." You kept talking him through his panic attack, smiling when he was finally comfortable enough to lift up his phone a bit more and show his face at least a bit more. One half of his face was hidden in a pillow and even with the bad video quality you were sure to see the wet patches of his tears on the grey cushions. "Hey pretty," you spoke softly, relieved when there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as you did. "Hey," he answered quietly, wiping the tears off his face with one hand.

After some more minutes of quiet conversations and reassurance Wilbur sat up, pillow pressed to his chest and it was only now you realized he trembled lightly. "Are you cold?" you couldn't stop yourself from asking. "Kind of, maybe I should switch into clothes that are not all wet and sticky," he chuckled, getting up and out of frame. You heard him shuffle as he changed into another outfit, shortly after he flopped back down onto the couch. "You wanna tell me what happened that made you so anxious? I didn't quite understand it during your panic attack if I'm being honest," you asked cautiously, not wanting to push him into talking if he wasn't comfortable with it. "Yeah. Somebody held up a sign saying 'La Jolla' and since it's a place near here I thought 'Hey, why not play it live?'. So that's what I tried, and to say the least, I failed miserably. I fumbled for about 10 minutes and even with the tabs one fan searched up for me on his phone it was still wrong. I ignored the anxiety on stage but as soon as I got off I was like really sick and just- I couldn't be around anyone anymore. It was really bad," he sighed and rubbed his temples. "Oh god, I'm so sorry for you," you answered, knowing it must have destroyed him on the inside. "But you know, the fans came to the show because they like you. They've got your back, nobody will be mad or pissed you weren't able to play it," you reassured him, smiling softly. "You're right. It's still so embarrassing though."

You chatted a bit longer, switching the topic soon in order to keep him away from another panic attack. "I think you should head back to the boys now, Joe sounded very concerned when he called me after the concert," you suggested, although you really didn't want to hang up. "Thank you, Y/N. And you're probably right," he smiled. "Nothing to thank me for, really. I mean, we promised each other to be there for one another. Also it's the minimum I can do for you when you're so far away living your dream," you grinned, reminding yourself you would soon find yourself in his arms again. 

After you said your goodbyes, you stood up and went to your closet, finally deciding what to take with you for your 2 weeks trip everybody but Wilbur knew of. And one thing was sure. It would be two of the best weeks of your entire life.

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Uhm, there we go I guess? First ever oneshot in english! Let's gooo :D 

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~Zylinderschneckchen