Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Twenty Seven - Insomniac Nights

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I inhaled Harry's scent, tracing pointless circles on his hips as I listened to the sound of his - finally - steady breathing. Ever since the representatives had been coming to concerts and Rachael has been calling, Harry's sleeping patterns have been extremely out of line. He can't fall asleep at night, instead laying there and staring at the ceiling, or a wall, or whatever is in his view, humming a song I haveyt to place a finger on. I wouldn't dare ask. If he ever did sleep, it was restless. He would take forever to fall asleep, then have the hardest time stayin alseep: tossing and turning all ight, only to wake up every hour and take another hour or so to fall asleep again. He tried to nap, but that usually didn't go well either. That's why, when he did sleep - like now - I wouldn't think of waking him unless it was concert time.

His lack of sleep is obvious to everyone. His actions are slower and more delayed, and even when he geniunely smiles, its so lazy that it comes across as fake. He performance has been affected by it, too, his jumping limited and the power in his voice growing weaker by the day; the grip on his mic has gone from squeezing with excitement to just holding for the sake of it staying in his hand. dark circles and bgs have taken their territory permanately under his eyes, only inviting more to stay for a while after each day.

We tried everything to keep Harry from staying up all night: warm milk, reading, rocking, a new pillow, sleeping on the couch and in Zayn's bed, cleaning the sheets, sex and anything else you could possibly think of. Nothing worked, an nothing he did was up to par with Harry's usual standards. I literally had to convince him to try and mess around with me because he was so damn tired he just wanted to sit. Nevertheless, it was the most laid-back thing we're ever done, and I'm, not sure if it was ever considered happening. That's how tired he was.

The phone rang besides me, making me contort my body and around and answer it without wking Harry, whose had was on my arm, up. "Hello?"

"Louis, hello."

"Hey, Rachael." I looked over at Harry, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape: he finally looked at peace.

"Where's the lover?" she asked.

"On my arm, napping."

"Finally," she said, then paused. "What did you do?"

"Actually, nothing. We were just laying here and all the sudden he just fell asleep. Weirdest thing ever." I sighed.

"You may want to check if he's breathing," she said, laughing.

"Oh, he is. . .I think." I smiled down at the sleeping boy, curls all over. I pushed his fringe away from his eyes.

"Eh, hopefully a little powernap will help for the concert tonight. Matthew is going to be there again, I'm sorry, I couldn't convince them to give Matthew a higher position or whatever. . .They insisted." She audibly sighed and shuffled her paers, singnalling I was on speaker and that her office door was locked.

"Maybe I can ask if he'll keep his insults on me. . . Harry really needs his sleep. It's on;y been getting worse."

"I know," she said, "And the worst part is the PR is laughing about it. hey literally think its funny that he practically is falling alseep on stage, all because he's gay. It's sickening. If they don't stop tis, I may or may not get fired for totally setting fire to this wing." Her voice lowered, "I hate all of these people - I much rather cut off and manage you boys myself."

"I much rather that, too, but we're stuck in a contrat and I'm not sure how the others will think of it, so I'm stuck. Hey, did you introduce our proposition?"

"No, not yet," said said, sounding regretful. "I've been fighting against Matt for the past two days."

"Okay," I said. Harry turned next to me, pulling the covers up to his neck, then pushing them towards his waist. His fists wrapped around them tightly.

"Are you there?"

"Oh, yea, um Harry started moving." I stammered quietly, watching him. His nose scrunched up and mouth opened into a yawn before falling closed again. His breathing stilled along with his body.

"Is he up?" There was edge in her voice.

"Not that it seems," I said, peering over his curls to see his eyes closed peacefully.

"Good. I'm going to go so we don't wake him; call me if he wakes up before the concert tonight. Otherwise, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye," I said, nodding at who knows what.

"Good bye." I hung up, and placed my phone next to me, curling up next to Harry, my chest to is back. His breathig was steady, soothing and it almost made me fall alseep, but I couldn't because he needed to be woden up if need be. I flipped oer as slowly as possible, trying to keep the movement to a minimum and turned on the TV and quickly turned the volume down until I could barely hear it. Harry shifted again, making me pause until his breathing fell again.

I wiggled my fingers on the other side of Harry, trying to get blood flowing. He sighed in his sleep and turned again. He was going to wake up soon. I turned my attention back to the TV knowing that he would wake sooner if he felt me looking at him (it's happened).

I changed the channle again, not caring about who the baby's father was; you should know. A clap of thunder boomed through the air, making me jump. Harry didn't move. The lights blinked, turning the TV off. "Great," I mumbled, pulling my phone out from under me. 3:53 with 70% battery. I unlocked it and opened up my Kim K. game, resuming my date with a man named Robert. A flash flooded through the window, followed by crackling thunder. The lights turned off, and the room fell into darkness.

[A/N: This update is so late, omfg. Oh, well. You'll live, haha.

The idea for the thunderstorm actually came from the fact that the boys did play a concert in the rain (when Harry dumped water on his head) and the fact that is storming like crazy now and has been for the past two days. So, big shout out to the weather for the idea; you can stop raining now.

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