AN: Disclaimer- I don't actually know too much about insomnia. I'm just talking from my experience. I might not have insomnia per say but something's definitely wrong. I might google some stuff but I'm not gonna do actual research or anything. So if you or someone you know has it and you notice I got some facts wrong feel free to correct me.

Louis' POV

I was woken up from my sleep by loud laughing. I groaned and raised my head from the pillow to see who I had to kill.

Wait a second. I fell asleep? Holy shit.

It might not me a big deal for you but it's a huge fucking deal for me. I haven't been able to fall asleep at night for literally a decade now.

It started when I was really young, like 7 or 8. At first I just fell asleep really late because I wasn't tired.

Mum always said that it was because I didn't do enough activities during the day so I never worried.

It went on like that for years. And it got worse over the years. A year or two later I couldn't sleep at all at night and only slept during the day.

That obviously fucked up my sleeping schedule even more. It really has taken a toll on me.

My grades got worse and worse. I started losing a lot of friends because I was so moody due to the exhaustion.

When I was around 12 or 13 my mum finally took me to see a doctor. And then I was diagnosed with insomnia.

It definitely wasn't the first time I had heard the word. I had done a lot of research to figure out what was wrong with me.

On one of the nights where I just couldn't sleep I googled about sleeping disorders. That was when I first heard about insomnia.

I had mixed feelings about the diagnosis. One on hand I was happy that I finally knew what was wrong. But on the other hand that just confirmed that there is something wrong with me.

I used to wish so badly that I was normal. Now I'm just so used to it that I don't even give a shit anymore.

The doctor prescribed me all different kinds of sleeping pills but none of them worked for me. No one could ever figure out why.

I've tried all kinds of different things. Like for example trying to keep up a sleeping schedule and avoiding naps during the day. I also tried weighted blankets and stress reliefs and stuff like that. None of those things has worked.

At one point I just gave up. I surrendered to the disorder. I let it win. But at the same time I didn't let it control me.

Sometimes it has been really hard. Like when I fall asleep at school during the lessons.

Of course all my teachers know about my disorder but none of them care. They all blame me. They blame it on me just not going to bed early enough.

(That's literally my dad. I can't really sleep at night. I have had trouble falling asleep for years. When it's not school days I usually go to sleep like around 5 or 6 am. But my father just doesn't understand it. He always says that i just have to go to sleep earlier. Like bitch don't you think I would do that if i could? Sorry for my rant)

Like bitch what? You think I haven't tried it? The teachers at my school are just fucking idiots.

So that's why I was surprised at the fact that I fell asleep so easily. And I was really confused.

What was different from all the nights before? Zayn. And Harry. But is that even possible? Is it possible that I might be able to sleep with one if not both of them around.

Maybe it was just a coincidence though. Maybe I just had a good night and the gods above decided to bless me.

I figured it would be easy enough to test the theory. I could ask Zayn to have a sleepover of our own so it would just be the Two of us.

But Harry. He's a different story. I couldn't just go up to him and ask for a sleepover.

Not after how mean I had been to him.

Why was I even mean you may ask. That's simple. Because I'm an idiot.

Harry is the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life. He took my breath away when I first saw him.

It felt like he was my missing piece or something. I immediately felt the need to protect him from the cruel world and make him mine. I had never been so attracted to anyone before.

And that scared me shitless.

I was afraid that I would hurt him. I didn't want to bring him into my fucked up world. He didn't deserve that.

So I decided to do everything I could to stay away from him. I had it all planned out.

But then he just had to be my new neighbor and become best friends with my idiot of a brother. And I just had to befriend his brother.

It was like universe was trying to mess with me. Like fate was pulling us together.

But I said fuck the universe and decided to be a fucking dick to him. I'm so stupid.

I figured if I just ignored him all the time we wouldn't start talking and I wouldn't get even more attached.

But god did it make me feel bad. Especially because of what I said after the football game. I regretted it with all my being.

I didn't actually blame him and I definitely didn't mean what I said about their parents.

After I saw the absolute hurt and heartbreak on his face I felt like the worst human on the planet.

I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and beg for his forgiveness. I probably should've done that.

But no. I was a fucking coward who decided to run away from his problems instead of dealing with them. Like always.

"Morning sleepy head. I was wondering when you'd finally wake up." Niall said.

I looked around the room and saw that everyone still here. And it was completely light outside.

"Morning. What time is it?" I asked grumpily.

"It's like 1 pm." He answered. My eyes widened at that. I slept for so long? What the hell is going on?

"There are some pancakes in the kitchen if you would like some." My brother informed me.

"Really? Who made them?" I know Niall can't cook for shit and our parents aren't home.

"Harry made them actually." He said. I looked at Harry and saw him blush. I cooed internally. He's just so adorable.

"I guess I'll go eat then." I said and got up from the comfortable mattress to go to the kitchen.

The pancakes were on the kitchen table. I placed a few on my plate and heated them up before going back to the living room.

I sat down on the couch this time, next to Zayn. I took a bite and saw Harry looking at me intently.

I chewed the pancake and almost moaned at the taste. They were incredible.

I honestly wasn't used to home cooked meals. Even pancakes. Our parents have to go out of town a lot because of their job. They co own a small company.

Since neither me nor Niall can cook we mostly just order food. Sometimes we go over to Liam's house for dinner.

"They're good." I told Harry. I saw him let out a breath of relief. Does he really care that much about what I think?

It made me feel tingly inside. Maybe he likes me too? At the same time it also made me feel bad. After all the times I had been mean to him he still cared about my opinion.

That boy is way too good for this messed up world. For me. He's my little angel.

Well not mine. Not yet at least.

"I think we should head home soon. Don't want to overstay our welcome." Zayn announced out of the blue.

"You're always welcome here." I was quick to replay.

"Thanks. I still think we should be going home soon."

"Okay yeah sure. If you want to leave then that's okay. See you guys on Monday." Niall said.

We all said our goodbyes and Zayn and Harry left. Liam went home soon after as well.

So that left just Niall and I. It had actually been a while since we hung out just the two of us.

"So what do you think of Harry and Zayn?" Niall asked me randomly.

"Zayn's a great friend." I answered.

"But what about Harry?"

"He's okay I guess." I said with a shrug. He's definitely more than just fine.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you always either ignoring him or mean to him?" He asked me pointedly.

"What? I don't do those things." I tried to defend myself. I was obviously lying.

"Yes, you do. I just can't figure out why."

"Where do you even get this from? Did Harry tell you something?" I asked him nervously.

"No. But I can see that he's a bit uncomfortable around you so you obviously had to do something. And I've noticed that you ignore him basically every time he's over. I want to know why. I'm pretty sure he hasn't done anything to you."

"For no reason. And he hasn't." I mumbled.

"Well you should stop. It makes him upset." Yeah no shit.

"Whatever."

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I decided to text Zayn around 7 pm. I know we just had a sleepover the day before but I couldn't wait to test my theory.

L: Hey Z? Wanna have a sleepover today?

Z: We just had one though

L: Yeah but we've never really hung out without the kids

Z: Yeah sure. Wanna come over to mine then?

L: Sure. I'll be there soon.

Guess that's settled then. Thank god he didn't find it suspicious.

I packed a small bag and said bye to Ni  before going to his.

He opened the door with a smile and invited me in. It was actually the first time I was in the house. It looked nice.

"Let's head up to my room, yeah?" He asked and I just nodded.

Harry passed by us on the stairs. He muttered a small hi and blushed when I said it back. So cute.

"So what do you wanna do?" Zayn asked me once we were in his room.

"Don't really know. Maybe we can watch a movie or some shit?" I suggested.

"Yeah sounds good. What movie though?"

"I'm not really picky. We can watch whatever." I said.

"Okay then. Don't whine later. Is Suicide Squad okay?"

"I love that movie."

"Great. I can never watch stuff like that with anyone. Hazza doesn't like movies like that."

"Oh yeah? What does he like then?" I asked before I could stop myself. Zayn looked at me questioningly for a second.

"I don't know. Like romance and drama and stuff I guess." Zayn answered.

"Cool. It must suck for you when you watch movies together then." I said although I didn't mean it. I definitely wouldn't whine if I could watch movies with Harry.

"It doesn't. I love him and I would do anything for him." Zayn said with a fond smile. It made me smile as well.

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"I'm gonna order some pizza. Can you go ask Harry what flavor he wants, please?" Zayn asked me.

My eyes widened. "You want me to ask him?"

"Yeah, can you? I'll try to find the number."

"Um sure I guess. Where's his room again?"

"It's right next to mine."

"Okay." I said and left his room. I took a breath before knocking on Harry's door.

"Come in!" I heard his beautiful voice say. I opened the door carefully and walked in.

Harry's eyes went wide as hell when he saw it was me. He was probably expecting it to be Zayn.

"Wh-what is it?" He asked me quietly. My poor baby looked so scared. What have I done?

"Zayn is ordering pizza. He wanted me to ask you what flavor you want."

"Um pepperoni." He said.

"Okay." I said and turned around to walk out. By the door I turned again to face him.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said after the pe lesson. It was way too far and I didn't mean any of it. I'm sorry." I said and began to leave again.

"Thank you. And it's okay." I head him say just as I was about to walk out.

"Really?" I asked him with a big grin.

"Yeah. Why did you say it though if you didn't mean it." He asked in an insecure tone.

"I guess I was just upset about losing the game. Especially to Nick's team. That isn't an excuse though. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"I'm sorry we lost because of me." He said while looking down.

"No, angel. It wasn't your fault at all." Fuck. That nickname just slipped out. I saw Harry's cheeks turn red adorably.

"Okay." He said while still blushing. We smiled at each other and then I left to go back to Zayn's room.

"What took you so long?" He asked as I entered the room.

"Oh um I had to go to the bathroom." I lied to him.

"Okay. What does he want?"

"Pepperoni." I answered shortly.

"Should've expected that. He basically always gets it." He chuckled. "Anyway, what do you want."

"I want a pepperoni as well."

"Okay. I'll order quickly." He said and picked up his phone. "It'll take like half an hour. Wanna play video games to pass time?"

"Sure."

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It's currently 6 am in the morning. I still haven't fallen asleep. Damn it. So it wasn't because of Zayn.

Fuck. So it must be Harry, right? Again, is that even possible?

I'll have to wait at least a week before I can try it with him. It would be way too suspicious if I wanted to have a sleepover 3 days in a row.

I can't wait for next weekend. But i have honestly no clue what I'm gonna do if Harry does end up being the reason I could sleep so easily last night.

I can't just go up to him and ask him to sleep with me. He would never agree to it. And why even should he? We're not even friends or anything.

I decided to google it to pass time.

Can sleeping next to a specific person cure insomnia?

I read articles and articles but literally none of them even mentioned anything like that.

Guess it isn't possible after all. It was just a lucky night.

AN: I'm sorry for the long wait. I didn't have any time this week.

My stomach hurts like a bitch right now. How great.

And I just got the glow in the dark nail polishes I ordered. I've literally had it on for like 15-20 minutes and it hasn't dried at all. And so far they don't work. I'm so sad and disappointed.