Jack is claustrophobic and him and Y/N get stuck in a elevator and has a panic attack so Y/N calms him down.
Word Count - 946
Warnings - A panic attack is involved in this storyline.
“Babe? Why are we here again?” you asked for the
third time in five minutes, causing Jack to roll his eyes.
“We are here because it’s a special birthday for
you.” Jack told you, squeezing your hand as you walked into a hotel.
Glancing at the copper gold writing on the white marble
wall, a smile formed on your face.
‘Artist’s Residence Hotel, Brighton’
“Jack, this hotel is really expensive you know.”
You told him, eyeing him up.
“No, really? I never knew.” He laughed
sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Thanks for informing me of that babe.
But you are worth every penny and much more.” Jack smiled, pressing his
lips against your forehead.
Turning to the receptionist, he smiled. “There should
be a reservation under the name of Mr and Mrs Maynard.”
Raising your eyes at him, you giggled. “Not quite Mr
and Mrs Maynard just yet.”
“Yet.” Jack smirked, winking as the receptionist
handed him a card.
She was very pretty, blonde hair which was tied up into a
high pony tail and sparkling blue eyes, adding a sickly sweet smile.
You smiled back, just as sweet as you kissed Jack’s cheek,
proving that he was yours.
“We’re in room 217.” Jack informed you, wrapping
his arm around you waist, your bag in his other hand as he guided you over to
Pressing the button, you leaned your head against Jack’s
shoulder, your chest feeling tight with happiness like you were about to
Jack had turned incredibly romantic over the past few weeks.
Surprising you with candle lit dinners, a midnight
trip on the London eye, having
flowers sent to your door when you had returned home to Brighton
and he was in London and now this
visit to a posh hotel for your 21st in Brighton, as you hadn’t
been home for a few months.
God knows what Jack had planned next.
The ping of the elevator, signalling that it had reached the
ground floor, interrupted your thoughts as you and Jack stepped in.
The elevator was all lit up in dims lights, with very soft
music playing; making this weekend even more romantic and it had only just
Jack hummed along to the music as his arm was still wrapped
around your waist.
Before the dim lights, went completely off as you and Jack
looked around confused.
“W-What’s happening?” Jack stammered, tightening
his grip on your waist as you winced slightly.
“I think the elevator has broken down.” You said,
stepping forward as Jack removed his hand from your waist and pressed the alarm
button that was on the elevator panel before turning to look at Jack again.
“Jack?” you frowned, as he was now sat on the
floor, his knees pulled to his chest and his head was resting on top of his
“Jack?” you repeated, kneeling down next to him
and rubbed his arm and you felt him trembling.
“Jack, look at me.” You begged, your voice shaking
as you had no idea what was going on.
“I-I don’t know.” Jack murmured, his eyes glued to
the floor. You kept your eyes on Jack, unsure of what to say as you still
didn’t understand what was happening until Jack sat forward, rubbing his hands
on his jeans with his eyes shut tight.
“Y/N, I-I feel really sick.” Jack mumbled,
starting to breathe heavy, resting his hand on his chest.
You let out a deep sigh as everything clicked into place,
you knew what was happening.
He was having a panic attack.
“Shit.” You mumbled, kneeling infront of him as
you tried to steady your voice as you took his hands in yours, which were moist
“Okay, Jack. Look at me.” You told him.
Jack shook his head in response, with his eyes still fixed
on the floor.
“Jack, look at me now.” You said, your voice
Jack let down a deep breath as his hands continued to shake,
his face now pale as he looked up at you, his eyes locking with yours.
“Now listen to me, you are going to be fine babe, just
keep your eyes on mine and take deep breaths.”
Jack nodded slightly, his eyes fixated on yours as you felt
his breathing slow down slightly.
“Just keep breathing and keep hold of my hand.
Everything will be fine.” You promised.
Jack now wasn’t the only one shaking, you were so scared of
how Jack reacted that you were trembling as well but you continued to keep a
tight hold on his hand.
After a few minutes, the dim lights flickered back on and
you sighed in relief as Jack stood up, still not letting go of your hand.
“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. I-I never normally get panic
attacks like that.” Jack murmured, looking down as his cheeks flushed red.
“Don’t you dare apologise Jack, you’re fine and that’s
all that matters.” You mumbled, stepping closer to him before pressing
your lips against his.
Letting go of your hand, Jack moved his hand to your back
and the other to your waist after dropping your bag on the elevator floor.
“Thank you, for helping.” Jack mumbled against
your lips, his eyes staring into yours once again.
You smiled slightly before glancing down at the floor,
widening your eyes as your bag had opened and some of its contents were now
sprawled on the floor…
Revealing a small, red, velvet box…
“What’s that?” you asked, suspicion rising in your
Jack’s face dropped, and his entire face flushed bright red
like he was sunburnt.
Im btw sorry im kinda pissed right now cause i had a fight with my dad and then i ran of and scared my mom and my best friend cause i didnt answer calls and messages and i have like no orientation and my phone was almost dead (which was btw the reason for the fight cause we only have one charging thing in this shit hotel and me and my dad both wanted to charge our phones and this might seem like a dumb reason for a fight but im a pubescent teenager and my dads a middle aged asshole and that isnt a good mixture)
yeah well where was i
ah yeah i scared my mom and my friend and they both went looking for me and were crying and if theres one thing that i absolutely hate its when my best friend cries and this is the first time im the reason for it and i feel horrible but i just need some space sometimes and this hotel room is fucking tiny and its not even a seperate one from my parents no we have one room for the four of us and my parents have been really exhausting this whole trip and today it was just enough and i needed some time to listen to music and just calm down and walk a bit