if i could fly // larry stylinson oneshots

insomniacs deserve love too

harry's pov

if touring wasn't enough stress, hiding your love for your band member from the world is. having to go out with many different women so peo ple would think i wasn't looking for something serious, your boyfriend forced to have a beard. i mean, it gets ridiculous at times, but if it means that i get to have louis, i'll allow it.

being in a bunk on a tour bus isn't the best place to be, either. not when you have insomnia and deep thoughts. it's a good thing that lou was in the bunk under mine, though. it made it easier to sleep, especially since lou was just right there.

the first time we went on tour, we went full first grader and made a secret language. two taps is come here, one is are you okay, three is i love you, and four is goodnight/good morning.

after watching a few movies, we were moving again and all of us going to bed. louis knocked on the top of his bunk four times, saying goodnight. he took a pause then knocked three more times. i smiled to myself and did the same.

here's the thing about insomnia. it isn't like not going to bed until 3 am and sleeping until 1 pm. it's constant. you don't sleep at night, but you're so exhausted, but you can't seem to lure yourself to sleep. every night, i lie awake, praying i can just get one hour. that's all i would want. just one.

not being able to stand the enclosure of darkness that is my bunk, i get out as quietly as i can since i have a top bunk. successful with making little noise, i went to the mini-fridge at the front of the bus and grabbed a water. i go sit on the couch and look at my phone.

4:23. awesome.

as i sat there, sipping my water and scrolling through instagram, i heard footsteps coming toward me.

"sweetheart, what are you still doing up," my boyfriend whispered. i shrugged, not wanting to tell him the truth. he sighed and stuck his hand out for me to grab. i grab it and he pulls me off the couch, pulling me to his bunk with him.

"let's get some sleep." "boo, it's not that easy." he cocked an eyebrow at me and turned his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy.

i sighed, knowing i would have to tell him the truth. "boo, i have insomnia. i can't sleep."

he frowned at the news and held his arms out for me to get in. i wrap my arms around his waist, snuggling my head into his neck, pressing light airy kisses to his neck and collar bone. be sighed contently and told me to look at him. i do as told and looked up through my eyelashes.

"you're moving into my bunk. you're sleeping in this bunk every night. we'll take you to the doctors to see if they can get you a prescription of some sort, but you're staying right here with me. you don't deserve to suffer this alone. no one does."

i smile at his thoughtfulness and lean up. he looks back up at me and i softly connect our lips together. he smiled through the kiss, making me pull away and lightly giggle. he chuckled at the fact he had a giggling boyfriend, and pushed my head down, making it land on his shoulder. he kissed my curly hair and smiled against it, laying his head on top of mine afterward.

"i love you, baby boy."

i heard him through my sleep, but i allowed sleep to take over for the first time in three days. thank god for louis tomlinson.