Larry Stylinson - Disability short stories

Difficult (Cerebral Palsy / Spastic tetraparesia - Harry)

"Haz! I'm here! Let's go do something!" Louis shouted as he happily made his way through the hallway leading to Harry's bedroom, throwing the locked door open.

"Ngh" Harry grunted in disapproval, desperately trying to cover his naked body with the thin sheet that was pooled to the side of his bed.

"Oops! Sorry" Louis apologized and quickly turned around to give the boy some privacy, blushing at the sight he had been greeted with. He had seen Harry naked before as they had been good friends since before he could remember, but it was certainly the first time he had caught the boy wanking...

After the shuffling stopped he heard a noise of approval from Harry and turned back to him, finding he had managed to pull the boxers that had been midway his tights just a minute ago up his waist.

"Sorry. I should have waited for you to answer back before barging in" Louis apologized again, his cheeks still tinted pink. "Are you... Done?" He asked, smirking as he pointed to Harry's covered but still seemingly hard groin.

" 'Ouu" Harry groaned, throwing a pillow in Louis direction. He huffed, his weak, spastic arm not managing to reach his target.

"Okay, okay! Don't try killing me. Do you want me to go for a while?... So you can...?" Louis chuckled, turning a bit more serious as he gestured towards Harry's groin so that the boy knew he wasn't making fun of him.

Harry shook his head no and looked from his friend to his motorized wheelchair and back.

"Do you want me to help you get dressed and up in your chair?" Louis asked, waiting for Harry's nod before smiling and approaching the closet for something for his friend to wear.

" 'this okay?" He asked holding a patterned t-shirt and some loose denim shorts.

Harry hummed in approval, Louis sitting on the bed beside his hips and patting his tight for Harry to lift his bum once he had put the shorts up both his legs in so that he could slip them up his waist.

"Let's sit and get your t-shirt on. C'mon. Up" The oldest spoke, helping Harry take his legs out of the bed and reaching an arm under his shoulders to help him up.

"Okay. Now comes the difficult part" Louis huffed, pulling the shirt down Harry's chest after some struggle fitting his left arm. He turned the chair on and rolled it closer. "I don't know why you had to become a giant, Haz. This was all easier when you were shorter than me. C'mon. Up on three. One, two, and up" He used his knees to block Harry's and helped him up pulling from the sides of his waistband.

" 'ou 'mall" Harry shrugged once he was standing.

"Ha. Ha. So funny. Watch out you oaf, or I might accidentally drop you" Louis replied unamused. "C'mon. A couple steps and turn" He added once he had maneuvred his body so that he was holding Harry's chest from his back. Harry could hold his weight while standing so he held him so that he didn't fall as he shakily and uncoordinatedly stepped to the chair.

"Uff" Harry sighed once he was sitting.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the tired one, hm?" Louis jokingly huffed, buckling Harry's pelvic seatbelt and repositioning his headrest before placing the tablet the boy used as a communication system on his holder and turning it on.

"Work out more, pixie" The computer voice spoke as Harry finished forming his phrase with his eyes.

"Ugh!" Harry complained, reacting to Louis smacking his forehead.

"Your mum said we could take the van. Let's go to the mall you idiot. You have things to explain" Louis smirked, walking away without waiting.

If Harry had been stupid enough and hadn't known Louis, he would have thought he was just joking. He clearly wasn't because, as expected, Louis mouth opened as soon as he closed the door after buckling Harry's chair safely.