Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't been very active lately, but with school and everything, I only get time to write about 3 days a week. On weekends and on Wednesdays, since school finishes early.

Anyway, this one-shot was requested. It was by a guest, so I can't give you a shoutout, since I don't know your name. But to the person who did request it, thank you! You're the first person to request and you're awesome!

So, without further ado, here is my new one-shot :)

School was not easy at the moment. It was nearing the end of the term, which meant lots of tests and revision. I was currently spending the weekend at Joe and Caspar's place, but that didn't mean I couldn't study.

"Hey, [Y/N], you've been revising for, like, an hour. Why don't you take a break?" Joe asked, walking into the living room, where I was sat at the table, surrounded by books.

"No, Joe, I've got about a million tests to study for." I said, not looking up from my Chemistry book. Joe sighed and dropped the subject, not wanting to stress me out even more.

Skip to 5:00 in the evening and I was still revising. I had been for about four hours, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't. I had to get good marks. If I didn't, I might not get into a good college, or get a good job. I could end up homeless.

Suddenly, my heart beat got faster. My breath quickened and my palms started to sweat. I was about to have a panic attack. My older sister, Zoe gets them sometimes, and I guess she passed them down to me.

I dropped my pencil and clutched my chest, trying to breath. I started to feel dizzy and put my head in my hands. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but didn't take any notice.

"[Y/N], are you okay?" I heard Caspar's voice. I couldn't see as I had my eyes screwed shut.

"C-can't breath... F-feel fa-faint." I managed to choke out.

"Joe!" Caspar called when he realised what was happening. I heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs and a few seconds later, Joe was by my side, pulling me into his chest.

"Shh, [Y/N], it's okay. Just breath, you're okay." He whispered, rubbing my back, as I tried to get my breath back, "That's it, darling, deep breaths. Good girl."

Eventually, my breathing got back to normal, but I was still shaking a little.

"Right, you're taking a break." Joe instructed. I slowly nodded. "You can't overwork yourself like that, okay?" He said, guiding me over to the couch. He put in one of my favourite childhood movies, Beauty and the Beast, and sat with me on the couch. I put my head on his chest and by the end of the movie, I was asleep. Well, almost asleep. I felt Joe pick me up and carry me to bed, tuck me in and kiss my forehead, before I was completely out.

From that day on, I limited myself to two hours of studying a day, and only when I needed it. I still got panic attacks, but Joe and Zoe were always there to help me through them.