Harry/Larry fanfics

Larry recovery one shot

*Set in 2022*
Louis had been recovering for quite a few weeks after having dislocated his back and needing surgery. He had bent a weird way one night while him and Harry were having some alone time which resulted in a quick, painful, end to that. And a trip to the hospital. He had dislocated a disc in his lower back and got surgery to get it back in its place.

However, he had to go through a little bit of PT and about a week in the hospital before he could go home and even then that was just spent with a lot of rest, sitting, and cuddles with Harry.

Last week though, when Harry had finished his shows and had a decent block of time before his next, he and Louis decided on a date night. Louis was finally up and moving around by himself and by next week he would be even more healed. So Harry made a reservation at a dinner place for next Thursday and found a nice quiet park on his phone and set up the whole thing.

Louis still couldn't do as much so Harry didn't over do it and made it a nice but simple evening.

Harry was just glad to get Louis out of the house after so long.

Soon enough, Thursday rolled around and after a lovely breakfast by Harry and a nap it was time to get ready.
Harry was first to get ready while it took Louis a moment to wake up. Harry had a quick shower, put on a
sage blouse with a pair of darker
forest green pants, and started to fix up his short wavy curls. Louis was up by then and slowly-ish put on a nice black button up, and some baggy gray pants, he tried to clean up but anything to tight still hurt to wear so he had to wear those. Harry didn't care at all, he thought Louis was handsome in anything.

Louis then stood in the doorway to wait for Harry to finish his hair. Slightly leaning against the doorframe, smiling at his boyfriend. His beautiful brown hair and emerald green eyes very focused on the mirror. Until he saw Louis out of the corner of his eye, then his lips turned to a smirk. He messed with his hair a little bit, fixing the bit that had fallen in his face to the side, before leaning away from the mirror and looking for a second.

"Does it look good?" He asked, turning to Louis and smiling, just his lips not his teeth. Louis snickered slightly through his nose, "of course love. The shirt, the hair, everything." Harry's smile grew and he walked over to Louis, pointing his chin upward and pecking him on the lips. "Alright, you finish up here and I'll be downstairs." Harry still had a smile on his face as he turned around and walked out of the room. Louis walked into the bathroom to do his hair. He always struggled to make it look nice because he was so used to just having it done but when it came to date nights he made an effort. Luckily his hair agreed with him today and he got it to look pretty nice before he turned the light off and went to the bedroom. Now came the real task.

Shoes.

Louis had been trying for the past week and a half to put his shoes on by himself. His movement to bend over or bend his leg was limited. Harry had helped him but it made him feel less capable. Harry always made him feel better and reassured him that it's not losing independence to ask for help. But Louis didn't like that statement.

He must do this.

Louis tried to bend over, stretching his arms out as far as he could then falling back like a rubber band. He tried again, grunting, and then falling back. This went on for about four times. He pulled his leg into the air, he tried to bend it which didn't work, and he just kept trying.

"Love? You comin'?" He heard Harry shout up the stairs.

"Yep!" Louis replied, before turning his gaze back to his foot. Shit, that meant he was running out of time.
"Come on you fucker!" He mumbled, still trying to somehow get this shoe on his foot. Eventually he became so tired but instead of crying he just resulted to flipping his foot off. He just stayed bent over to see his foot, with his middle finger up and straining it towards his foot. Why can I not do this?