Dougie's POV:
I woke up, feeling a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.
'Hey beautiful.' I heard Harry's gentle voice say to me, as he moved a lone strand of hair from in my face.
'What happened? I can't remember anything apart from getting home.. What's happened to my bedroom?' I asked confused, not being able to remember a second of how I'd ended up in bed with my boyfriend.
'You.. Erm.. You must have wrecked your room while me and the guys were downstairs and then you... You made yourself sick again and then you must have punched the mirror and some of it cut your hand and your face and so I cleaned you up and put you in bed.' He murmured to me, obviously not wanting to upset me. I panicked as I remembered what I'd done, I sat up and tried to sort out my now ragged breathing as warm tears flowed down my face.
'Dougie? Dougie baby please try to calm down. You're alright now and we're going to help you.' Harry said soothingly, stroking my back.
'N-No.. Th-There's s-something wrong w-with me.. Oh god I'm going to d-die aren't I? I'm going to end up like I was before!' I said in a panic, not believing that I had been such an idiot and let this whole thing start again. My hands began to shake and my chest locked up. I felt the blood rush out of my face and I suddenly felt very ill. A continuous stream of tears was flowing down my face and I couldn't breathe properly no matter how hard I tried.
'Dougie? Dougie? Dougie please listen to me... You don't have to work yourself up, we're here for you every step of the way and we won't let you die. I've told you this all before love! Dougie I love you more than anybody else in the world! Do you really think I'd let that happen again?' Harry said to me quickly. I thought about what he had said. Would he? Would he let me scoop that low again? Would he hate me for getting myself into this whole mess again and would he hate me for dragging him down with me? I shook my head at him but I still couldn't calm down, my breathing was getting worse and I just couldn't cope with the idea of letting my boyfriend down and having to end up in hospital again.
'TOM? DAN? COME UP HERE AND BRING A PAPER BAG FROM THE FIRST AID KIT! QUICKLY!' Harry shouted suddenly. I heard sudden fast footsteps running up the stairs and a minute later Danny came running in with a small paper bag, passing it to Harry.
'Harry? Tom's gone out...What's happening?' He asked worriedly.
'He's having a panic attack.' Harry replied quickly, opening up the bag and holding it up over my nose and mouth. I attempted to push him off but he kept his grip firm.
'It's okay Dougie. Please, believe me, just breathe into it and it'll make it easier.' He said to me comfortingly, but almost begging me to comply. I nodded and took deeper and deeper breaths into the bag, eventually managing to get my breathing pretty much back to normal again.
'Are you okay Dougie? Do you feel ill?' Harry asked in a hurry when I pushed the bag away. Come to think of it, I did feel sick, and so I nodded weakly, feeling a little light-headed.
'Come here then Dougs.' Harry said quietly, pulling me up from the bed and into the bathroom, sitting me on the edge of the bath. I sat for a few minutes, concentrating on my breathing, and after a little while, the sick feeling went away.
'I think I'm okay now.. I don't feel sick anymore.. Just tired and a little dizzy.' I said to Harry.
'Okay, well lets get you in bed yeah honey?' Harry replied to me in a loving voice. I nodded and he picked me up, bridal style, and walked us through to his bedroom.
'Have a nice sleep darling.. I'll be here when you wake up love, I promise.' He said to me with a small smile as he lay beside me on the bed. I smiled slightly in reply and nuzzled into his shoulder, glad that the urges had left my body, even if it was only for a little while.