Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#5

*BELONGS TO LARRYTALE ON AO3*

Title: Love Is Simple, It's Just That Simple

Summary:

"Love," Harry says, and it's kind of a routine now, because they've been together for 3 years and Louis has had insomnia for way longer than that. "Come back to bed."

Louis has insomnia, and Harry has a whole lot of love for louis.

It's 3:24 am.

Harry rolls over and spreads himself out in the space next to him, goosebumps rising on his skin as the cold, unmade sheets come in contact with his arm. Disappointment fills his gut when he realizes Louis isn't next to him, and he blinks his eyes open in hopes that Louis is sitting on the end of bed like he used to.

He's not.

So Harry and rubs his eyes with his fist, throwing the covers away from his body as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up. Entering the hallway, Harry makes his way into the guest bedroom, and is greeted by the usual sight of a made up, untouched room.

Entering the office next, Harry smiles once he sees Louis sitting in their spiny chair, his leg tucked underneath him as he toes at the carpet.

"Love," Harry says, and it's kind of a routine now, because they've been together for 3 years and Louis has had insomnia for way longer than that. "Come back to bed."

"No," Louis shakes his head, and Harry can't believe Louis still insists on not coming back to bed. "I'll be tossing and turning all night, I don't want to keep you up."

Harry enters the room further, standing directly in front of Louis and running his hand over Louis' cheek. "I'll sleep better knowing that you're next to me."

Louis tilts his head at him, his eyes becoming illuminated by the moonlight. "I'll be a burden,"

"I love you." Harry says without missing a beat. "And you're never a burden."

"Why are you so sweet to me?" Louis asks, and Harry never answers, because Louis always stands up after he says that, letting Harry take his hand and lead him back to bed.

Harry tucks Louis in and kisses his forehead before making his way to his side of the bed. "Remember when you first left the bed because you couldn't sleep?"

Louis chuckles quietly, reaching his arms above his head and looking over at Harry. "And you thought I'd left you so you'd gone into panic mode,"

"Heyyyy," Harry drawls out playfully, "It was after we had sex for the first time, I thought I did something wrong."

"Mm," Louis hums. "Imagine the relief you felt when you found out I had an illness instead."

"I don't have to imagine it," Harry says, scooting closer to Louis and bringing his arm down so he can play with Louis' fingers. "I lived it. Come here,"

Louis scoots closer to Harry and Harry wraps an arm around Louis, completely coddling him. Louis rubs his thumb over Harry's hip bone. "Get some sleep, yeah?" He says.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Harry asks in return, and his eyes are closed but he feels Louis shake his head.

"I'm not tired." Louis tells him, and yeah, he has a point.

+

A week later, Louis and Harry are just lounging around eating dinner, sitting at the table and talking shit about their co-workers when Harry's phone rings.

Harry wipes his mouth with his napkin before picking it up. "Hello?"

"Harry!" It's his mum.

"Mum!" Harry grins, and Louis smiles too. "How have you been?"