Nightingale *Louis oneshot*

I can't sleep tonight...I'm wide awake and so confused.
I tossed and turned in bed, staring at the ceiling, out the window, at the door and at the clock in turn. It hadn't been long since he left. Him leaving never worked out. I'd get used to it, he'd surprise me and come home on a day off and then leave me all over again. Then I'd have to start from square one.
Start with the cold 
Then the lonely mornings.
Then quiet afternoons.
Then the disappointing evenings when I couldn't reach him.
Repeat.
I sighed, reaching for my phone again. Maybe I wasn't trying hard enough. They always say three times a charm, right? I rang him again, my heart pounding, hoping he would pick up.
"Your call has been forwarded to an-"
I groaned, pressing the "end call" button.
My phone was placed back on the night stand and I resumed my position on my back.
I need a voice to echo, need a light to take me home. I kinda need a hero...is it you?
I could never handle the silence, it was mostly too much. I didn't understand why silence was so maddening. Maybe when you get used to whispers and giggles and sweet nothings, silence seems so cold and mean, like a bully that taunts you, reminds you he isn't there to be with you. To keep you warm. To love you.
His career wasn't an inconvenience...most times. It was always nice to see him happy. It was even nicer when I was there to see him be happy and then cuddle and talk under the sheets afterwards.
Somebody speak to me, cuz I'm feeling like hell.
I hated being that hovering girlfriend, the one that bombarded him with texts and calls and IMs. But I couldn't help it. Six months was not long enough to share everything, hear everything, do everything.
And then I wondered if he really even wanted to talk to me. Did he want so much space that he'd drop my calls, delete texts? He'd only call when he wanted to? I wish I knew. Maybe that could partially help with my downfall toward insanity and insomnia.
When he was here, sleep was easy, but it was always delayed. I didn't want to waste my time with him, I had to be conscious in order to enjoy his company and feel his warmth. It was peaceful, I had a smile when I woke up with kisses dotted on my forehead and cheeks.
Maybe I could just stare myself to sleep. I don't know how I got sleep the last two days. When I'd wake up, I would have to assume it was a work of God, a complete miracle.
I closed my eyes and tried to even my breathing
I never see the forest for the trees, I can really use your melody...
Heat filled up my eyes and tears managed to squeeze out between my eyelids.
Oh. Now I remember how I got sleep. I missed him too much. His leftover t-shirt and used pillow never did the job. They never held, they were never warm.
Tears stained the pillow case as I held it, drowning my longing in emotion and what scent was left of him: his shampoo, his aftershave...him. 
My tears were interrupted by my phone vibrating violently on the night stand. I was slow to raise my head. I wiped the tears running down my cheeks and reached over to grab the device. His name lit up the screen.
"Hello?" I managed through a stuffy nose, still wiping my eyes.
"Why are you crying? Baby, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm fine...I just..." I sighed, "I miss you...a lot," I finished, more tears spilling over.
"Baby...I know. I miss you too," he said, the pain evident in his voice.
"It's hard without you...it's too quiet and cold."
"I feel the same. We're in the hotel right now and as soft as this mattress is, nothing beats lying next to you," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Likewise," I said, my nose stuffed.
"Darling, please stop crying...you know I can't take it when you cry," he said, choking up a bit.
"No, no, don't you start now," I pleaded, forgetting my own pain for a moment. He could say how much he hated seeing me cry all he wanted...I hated seeing him cry just as much.
"Alright, alright, for you."
"Thank you," I mumbled, allowing myself to smile.
"I'm sorry I haven't been picking up and answering back...rehearsals and events and recording and moving around has been crazy."
"No, no, I understand...it's okay."
"But you seem like you need to tell me something...what is it?"
I sighed. I had him now, I didn't know what to tell him.
"Can you be my nightingale, sing to me? You can be my sanity, bring me peace for me to sleep."
"Anything for you, baby."
He began singing an Ed Sheeran song, something about fireflies and falling in love. I didn't know. It was close enough to having him next to me, being able to sleep peacefully.
You bring me peace for me to sleep. Say you'll be my nightingale.


*again I take NO CREDIT for this Oneshot*