Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

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Harry's POV:

In the car. I carefully check if Louis has dozed off yet. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is steady.

I pull out my phone, and, bracing myself, tap 'Illness - nightmares sleepwalking' into Google Search.

Dozens of answers pop up. I scan them quickly; they all have something to do with a sleep disorder. I breath a sigh of relief. I know that sleep disoders are usually curable, with the right time and medicene.

I check a few. They explain the dream phase 'REM', for Rapid-Eye Movement, is when people normally start sleepwalking or having nightmares.

When I tap one particular answer, something popped up on the screen.

'RBD.'

I scroll down.

Night terrors... sleepwalking... might punch, kick, respond... in extreme cases the patient gets out of bed... probably remember the nightmare... don't realize they acted out said night terror...

My breath caught in my throat. This sounds alot like what Louis was doing.

I replace the search question with 'Causes RBD'.

Different answers pop up. I check a few. They all said unknown. Some cases were heriditery, and some were related to other diseases, like Parkinson's disease.

I type in 'Parkinson's Disease'. I choose the link to Wikipedia.

I haven't noticed any of these symptoms mentioned, so I go back.

I check one last thing.

'Is RBD dangerous?'

I tap on one answer, and read through it briefly.

Most cases is not dangerous... very unlikely... however unfortunate accidents... bed partner murdered...

I immediately close the tab, sickened. I turn off my phone and stuff it into my pocket, doing my best not to wake Louis.

I lean my head onto Louis's, which is resting underneath my chin.

"Oh, boo," I murmur. "What's going on?"

Zayn looks at me. "Did you say anything?" he says quietly. Liam is resting against him, sleeping.

I ignore his question. "Louis, are you awake?" I ask in hushed tones. He doesn't respond, but let out a little snort.

"Zayn, I found something online... it was called RBD," I explain quietly. He leans in, listening attentively. Niall also looks at me in interest.

"It's a sleep disorder."

Releif spreads across Zayn's features. Obviously, he's also heard that disorders are pretty easy to fix. "Ok, so?" he asks.

"The patient usually starts kicking and punching, sometimes talking back, and, in some cases, gets out of bed."

"So... if Lou does have it, he has an extreme case," Zayn says slowly. I shrug - well, sort of, as much as I can without waking Louis.

"But it can get dangerous. There have been a few... accidents..." I swallow and look at him. Liam stirs in his sleep.

Zayn rubs my arm in an attempt to comfort me. "Relax, Haz. He'll do anything to get better, I know it."

"Even stay in a mental ward?" The words spring out of my mouth before my brain can stop them.