Golden slumbers fill your eyes

"I just want to sleep," he croaks, hands twisted in the front of Louis' shirt, "S'all I want, Lou, I just want to be able to sleep."
"I know," he says, stroking Harry's hair and shushing him.
And he's still worn out, mind heavy from the turmoil of his failure, but Louis never fails to make him feel better. He rests his forehead against his and exhales, finally letting his eyes fall shut.

Harry has insomnia and louis helps him through the ups and downs.

I did not write this.
All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.