Just breathe- Calum blurb
“Look at me-just breath, okay?”
The air seemed to stop once it reached your throat, collecting in your mouth and drying it out. Your chest was clenching around nothing but your heart. And you could swear, the world was crashing down around you.
There was not a lot you could do to stop your head from bowing down again. But warm hands cradled your face, strong and comforting, carefully lifting your head up.
“Sweetheart, you have to keep your head up to get in enough air.”
His voice was soothing and deep. Laced with concern and love.
“C’mon look at me, can you do that?”
You forced your eyes up and were instantly met with rich brown eyes. Relief flashed there, and he gave a small smile.
“Okay, breath now. Slow and steady”
A small sound of frustration fell from your lips, and you lifted up your head to look at the white blank of the roof. The air felt lighter and flowed more easily down to your starved lungs.
“You are doing so good sweetheart”
Calum spoke as you lowered your head again, to eye level with him. Suddenly you felt very aware of everything. The sound of the games going on in the other room. The brick wall you were leaning against. Calums hands that were now entwined with your own and resting in your lap.
Your heart was starting to calm down, but your chest was still clenching.
“Is- is there any paper here?”
You asked softly, while lowering your head. You felt ashamed and embarrassed, not only had you just stormed out of the room, but your face was covered in tears and snot, you were sure you looked like a train wreck.
“Yeah, just give me a second.”
Calum reluctantly let go of your hands and stood up, and all but jogged to the bathroom and back with paper.
After he handed you the paper you quickly wiped your nose and eyes, while feeling the hot skin of your face underneath your cold fingertips.
“I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Nothing but embarrassment in your voice, and it wasn’t hard for Calum to sense it.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes we just can’t help what triggers us.”
His words were so comforting, it felt so safe. Just being around him. Not doing anything in special. And to be honest it scared you. Thinking that one day he would leave. One day he would walk out the door, and not come back. But he had reassured you several times that it wouldn’t happen. And you willed yourself to believe it a bit more every day.
“Yeah, can we go home? We don’t have to. I don’t want to take you away from your friends and all..”
“Hey, of course we can go home. I see this stupid band every day anyways. I'm’ sure they can manage half a day without me.”
