I mentioned Harry calming Dougie down before a big concert in my Not Alone story (check it out?) so I thought I'd write a oneshot about the occasion. Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! Hope you like this :)

Harry's POV:

I was sat in the dressing room of Wembley Arena with Danny and Tom. We had 20 minutes to go until we were up on stage performing one of our best gigs yet. I was half way through a sentence when I suddenly realised,

'Hey guys, Where's Doug?'. Our youngest member and bass player was nowhere to be seen.

'Actually... I don't know?' Danny replied, beginning to sound a little concerned.

'I don't know either. I haven't seen him in about half an hour now I think about it.' Tom also replied, looking around confused.

'I'm going to go and look for him. If he comes back, come and find me, yeah?' I said, standing up. Tom and Danny both nodded and continued their conversation as I left the room. I walked around searching for about 5 minutes before I found Dougie. He was curled up in a ball in the corner of some empty hair and make-up room.

'Hey Dougs. What are you doing? We've been worrying about you!' He didn't reply. I walked through the door and walked closer towards him. As I got near, I realised that he had his hands so tightly clasped that he was beginning to make them bleed and he was hyperventilating. I bent down beside him.

'Dougs?' I said worridly. He didn't reply, instead he just took quick but heavy breaths and let tears glide down his face.

'Dougie?! What's the matter?'

'I-I C-Can't...'

'Dougie just calm down. Listen to me, calm down! Think about all of the amazing times we've had. Distract yourself from whatever thought is making you sad or scared, just think about all of our happy times. Okay?' He nodded and slowly he began to calm down. 'Good. That's right. What were you so upset about Dougie?'

'N-nothing. I-it doesn't m-matter.'

'Dougie... You've just had a panic attack. It obviously matters, just tell me.'

'I-I'm scared Harry.' He replied quietly.

'Why Dougs?'

'I-I'm nervous. I've never p-played at a p-place this b-big b-before. What if I mess up and n-nobody ever c-comes to s-see us in c-concert ever ag-gain and it's all my f-fault?' He said, more tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.

'That's not going to happen Dougie. You're perfect. You never mess up and you're and amazing bass player AND singer!'

'B-but what if I do?'

'You won't. I promise.' I reassured him, linking my finger with his small, sweating, shaking one.

'Come on. Let's go! You've got some bass to slap!' I said, pulling him up and running back to the dressing room with him, hand-in-hand.

Dougie had a few more panic attacks after that first one and although I always felt sorry for him, it made me glad that every time he had one, he'd come straight to me. He never hesitated on telling me like he did on that first big concert. He would simply just walk into my dressing room and hug me. Sometimes, we'd stay just hugging for around 10 minutes, I didn't care though. It was what calmed him down and we had always been so close that it was almost natural instinct for us. It made him happy and, to me, that was all that mattered. When he was around, nobody in the world could ever get in the way. He is my everything.

Bit of a cheesy 'aww' ending but it had to be done. Feel free to review :)