overwhelmed | jobe bellingham
pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader
warnings: description of panic attack
It was getting late at the stadium and the air around you was getting cold, despite the heated room you were sitting in, making you shiver from time to time.
You were sitting inside of the VIP Box at the stadium Jobe just played in with the England U21’s. Denise and Mark were next to you, luckily because if not you would’ve been bored out of your mind by now.
Jobe was taking his sweet time downstairs, probably enjoying the hot water provided by the shower inside of the locker room.
Light conversation flowed between the three of you while waiting for the door of the box to finally open to reveal a certain someone.
And after what felt like hours, your conversation was interrupted by a cold gust of wind and noise from the hallway, resulting from the door finally opening.
“Hey guys!” Jobe’s familiar voice rang through the room excitedly.
You stood up slowly, letting Denise and Mark greet their son first because you knew how special it was for them to be together, just Jude was missing and it would’ve been the absolute dream for Jobe.
But after he hugged his parents it was your turn, he never let you come short, he knew you understood and respected his relationship and his love for his family, it was the thing you loved so dearly about him.
“Hey, babe.” he said, his arms already wrapping itself around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Hey, you. You played well.” You said, your rather quiet voice being slightly muffled by his hoodie which you were leaning your head against.
“Yeah, disappointing we didn’t take the win.” He said, disappointed dripping from his voice.
“I know.” You answered truthfully.
“Let’s go home, I’m finished.” He said, changing the topic rather quickly, pulling away from the hug.
“Yeah, I could use some warm air.” You chuckled, already starting to walk towards his parents.
As the four of you were finally leaving the stadium you didn’t expect the swarm of people still standing outside. It was rather late and you were almost the last ones leaving so it was unusual for fans to still be there. But they were.
There weren’t many but it wasn’t just a few either. They stood by the bus, no barriers in sight. And given by the noise and screaming increasing, they noticed Jobe’s presence.
You would’ve normally gone to the car by now, waiting for Jobe to finish but the only way to that said car was straight through the crowd of people so Denise, Mark and you had no other opportunity than to go with Jobe, hoping not to get lost under the swarm of people.
Your previous position tucked under Jobe’s arm was long abandoned as he gave his best to make everyone happy, signing jerseys and taking pictures with everyone.
But the more Jobe gave attention to everyone the more people also started to push through from behind, wanting to get something from Jobe whether it was a worn jersey or just a fist bump.
And before you could react like just going out of their way, the whole situation escalated into a whole mess.
No one was looking after anyone, they were all pushing and pulling and you found yourself in the middle of the sea of people, being pushed around.
But it wasn’t just that, it was the many cameras filming and the flashes flashing which made you uneasy. You were never the one who handled big crowds well.
So before you could escape the pushing, you felt the familiar feeling of panic bubbling up in your chest.
The world around you started to blur, your hands starting to shake and your breathing starting to get uneven, you knew exactly what was happening but you weren’t so sure you had anyone to help you with this right now. Stop the panic only started to increase quickly.
“Jobe” you called out what you thought was loud but was actually just a whisper, but he heard, of course he did, he always does.
“Y/N? Where are you?” He called out, the fans long forgotten when he noticed you were not by his side anymore.
His eyes were scanning his surroundings, meeting the two pairs from his parents, who seemed to noticed the seriousness in the situation, also starting to look for you.
But your eyes weren’t still either, you desperately tried to steady your breathing, to look strong for anything that might ground you, but nothing helped until you felt a hand grabbing you by your arm and pulling you.
“Everyone stay back now!” You faintly heard the voice of Mark shouting.
“Hey, love, come on, i’ve got you.” Jobe told you, pulling you under his arm to get the both of you to a quiet place.
“Please get out of the way.” He desperately called out to the people in front of him who were blocking his way of getting out.
But he did it somehow, pulling you out and speed walking to the back of the bus, hoping it was quiet enough.
But your panic didn’t stop, if only the whole pushing people away made it worse.
You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t concentrate on anything it felt like the walls around you were closing on you in an inhumanly speed.
“Y/N, please try to look at me.” Jobe’s voice rang through your ears.
“I- I can’t breathe. I’m- I’m dying.” You stuttered, your hands desperately trying to grab onto Jobe’s.
“Hey! No, you’re not dying, you just gotta follow my breathing, okay? You’re going to be fine, baby.” He tried settling you, breathing excessively to help you do too.
But nothing was working it was like your body was completely working against your head, not following what you were thinking.
And with that, another familiar person appeared, slightly stroking your arm.
“Hey, y/n. Calm down for us, okay? The people are gone, you just gotta try and breathe with us, yeah?” Denise told you gently, trying to help Jobe as much as she could.
But as Jobe pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, you could feel the way his breathing was steady, it made you feel safe.
“That’s it, baby. Just breathe with me, you’re doing amazing.” He encouraged you, his voice quiet to calm you down.
And with the two of you breathing together, the panic was slowly starting to fade, making you calm again.
“See? You did it, you’re alright.” Jobe told you, kissing your head though relief was visible in his tone.
And you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms until Jobe felt his Jumper getting slightly wet and you shaking.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He said, pulling away from you and stroking the tears away with his thumbs.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ruining this for you.” You sobbed, the guilt and the shame of the whole situation catching up on you.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, those people were awful, pushing everyone around. You didn’t ruin anything, love.” He trued to reassure you, pulling you into his chest again.
“Sweetie, it’s fine, no one is mad, we’re just glad you’re okay.” Denise added, slightly patting your back.
And there you stood, sobbing in Jobe’s arms, and he let you.
It felt like an eternity until the tears stopped, making you hiccup slightly.
“You feel a bit better? Are you ready to go home?” Jobe asked you lovingly.
“I think, I’m sorry, Jobe, I really am.” You tried again, thinking you made a whole fool out of yourself.
“Babe, stop apologizing, it was not your fault okay? It happens. I would’ve gotten pretty overwhelmed too if I was you to be fair.” He said, making you feel better about him sharing your feelings.
So Jobe wrapped his arm tightly around your waist to guide you to the car where the four of you began the quiet ride home.
