Happy Lowman Imagines

Counting Sheep

Request: Imagine where you suffer from insomnia and Happy stays up with you cause he doesn't want you to be alone.

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Happy woke to the smell of bleach filling the house. He rolled over to look at your side of the bed, empty, as usual. He crunched his nose up and got out of bed, walking through the house to find you.
He saw you in the bathroom and leant against the doorway. A small smile spread on his lips as he watched you, loose strands of hair hanging around your face, rubber gloves on, holding a sponge as you knelt on the floor scrubbing the tiles.
He cleared his throat and you looked up, wiping hair out of your face with your forearm.
You had bags under your eyes and your eyes went as bright as usual.
"Morning little girl." His voice was low and was like music to yours ears. That was the voice you fell in love with.
"Hey Hap." you smiled at him, still knelt on the floor.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked you, concern on his face.
You sighed, letting your shoulders droop. "not even a minute."
You dropped the sponge in the bucket and stood.
You always cleaned when you couldn't sleep, and the past week your house had been spotless. It was hospital standard clean, and when you couldn't find a mess you would clean it anyway.
Happy held his arms out and you walked into him, leaning your head against your old mans chest.
His rough hands moved gently through your hair, and you breathed his scent, instantly calming you.
"Im tired of counting sheep, Hap." You whispered, tears filling your restless eyes.
Four days. it had been four days since you slept last, and even then it had been a restless night, only getting a few hours in. Your body was crashing. Your skin was drying out, your eyes, bloodshot and heavy burnt, your vision would become blurry. Your face was pale, and you yearned for a full nights sleep. Your mind would play tricks on you, making you see things that weren't really there.
Happy wrapped his arms around you, stroking your back.
"i know baby girl." His voice was soft, full of warmth.
He knew things were bad, but he'd never seen you go this long without sleep before.
"C'mon babe, we need to get ready. Gemma's will be waiting for us."
You nodded, sighing again and pulling off your rubber gloves.
Another fun-filled day at the clubhouse. You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.You knew you were being unreasonable. You loved the life and you loved the club, but you were exhausted, and the last thing you wanted to do was hang around the noisy clubhouse, helping mama Gemma.
Pounding started in your head, as if on queue. Fucking great.
Kicking off your shoes, you stripped off your clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water burning into your skin. You let the water wash over your face, washing away the days worries.
You held your head under the water, your head tilted back. You yearned for sleep, and every part of you hoped that tonight you would rest.
You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you body, steam rising from you.
You dried your body and grabbed your robe, slinging it around your shoulders loosely as you headed for your bedroom.
You stopped in the doorway, a confused look on your face.
Happy sat on his side of the bed, four red bulls beside him, a pack of cigarettes, and lots of candy.
"Whatcha doing Hap?" You asked, leaning against the door with an eye brow raised.
He looked at you and stood, a calm expression on his handsome face.
His hands reached out and you stepped into them, his hands wrapped around your waist and you draped your arms around his neck.
You tilted your head to the side as you looked into his dark eyes.
"If you cant sleep, neither will I."
"Happy." you shook your head."Dont be silly. You need your sleep, baby. Don't worry about me."
He raised an eyebrow at you and narrowed his eyes as he stared into your soul.
"Dont worry? Your all i worry about, (y/n). I will stay up with you, no arguing."
You looked up at him and nodded your head slowly.
"Thankyou, Happy."
He pressed his lips to your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you to the bed.
You sat and watched him, as he sat too, his back leant against the headboard and he had one foot folded under his leg.
He saw you watching him and lifted his arm. You took the hint and leant your head against his chest.
"So my little possum, what do you do all night?" He smiled down at you.
"just.. think." You said. "i dunno Hap, my mind just goes into overdrive."
He nodded slowly and took sip of his redbull.
"Will it help if i tell you a story?" He asked. He always found a way to surprise you. Who would have thought that the Tacoma Killer could be so sweet, so gentle, so caring.
"You gonna read me a fairytale, Killer?' You smirked up at him, your eyes playful.
He chuckled, his body shaking gently against you.
"Have i ever told you about how i became a Son?" Happy asked.
"No." you said and shifted your body, resting your head in his lap.
His hands ran through your hair gently.
Happy began to tell you his story. The sound of his voice was gentle, raspy, music to your ears.
You found yourself being hypnotised by him, your old man wasn't really a talker, but when he did speak for a long time you would soak in the sweet sound.
Happy stroked your hair gently as you talked, your eyes flicking closed.
He spoke for awhile, and when he stopped, he looked down at you with a smile on his face, looking at your face as you slept like a baby.
The smell of coffee filled the house and your eyes flicked open. You noticed the empty spot next to you in bed.
You hopped out, grabbing your robe and wrapping it around you.
Walking into the kitchen you saw Happy with a mug infant of him, sitting at the table with a joint.
"Hey baby." You said quietly, as you walked towards him and draped your arm around his shoulder.
"Hey sleepyhead." He smiled at you, as you yawned sleepily.
"Your up early." You told him as you sank into the seat next to him.
"I didn't sleep, those damned energy drinks kept me up all night." He growled.
You laughed and looked at your old man. He had stayed up all night, stroking your hair as you slept, listening to the sound of your breathing.
"You sleep okay?" He asked you, his dark eyes flicking to your face.
You nodded, smiling at him. "Thankyou, Happy."
"Anytime, little girl."