Larry Stylinson (One-Shot) - Small steps

Small steps

"Name?" - A smiling woman asked him as he rolled through the hallway, making it to the front of the counter.

"Louis Tomlinson" - He let out. He then made his way to the waiting room.

This became a routine to Louis. He was 22 and in a wheelchair. He had been stuck there for 2 years, when he had an accident. Well, not him, a driver did. He was just passing in the street when the man lost the control of the car. The boy then went to surgery, but the doctors were only successful at keeping him alive. He was told he wouldn't be able to walk unless he started physiotherapy. He did.

The news were hard to hear, as you would expect them. For all Louis, his family and his friends.

He was now in uni. He had his own apartment and lived alone for a year now, though he was looking for a roommate, because he had a spare room and, that way, he'd share the expenses. When Louis told his mum he wanted to be independent again, she hesitated, as any mum would. She loved her son, and the idea of him going through the difficulties of living on his own AND in a wheelchair hurt her heart and squeezed it. But she knew this would be good to him, because he needed to feel capable.

So, 2 years later, here he is. At the waiting room of the doctor for his monthly check and physiotherapy session.

When waiting in the white painted room, surrounded by people who, just like him, where dependent on someone or something else's strength, he liked to think of the positive things in his life.

You see, Louis wasn't one to complain. He was always smiling, happy about life. But only he knew how difficult it got at times like going to the mall, or even the street. London streets weren't prepared for disabled people. Oh, how Louis hated that word... 'Disabled'... He lived on his own, for God's sake! Anyway...

He liked to think of his family.

~His single mother, who raised him and his 4 sisters, and who he loved unconditionally.

~His sisters, who were a pain in the ass! The best pain in the ass Louis could wish for! He loved them with all his heart, and, when he came to think of it, he was happy it had happened to him and not them.

Then, there were his loyal friends, who stood by him.

~Zayn, who he met at the age of 16. The boy caught his attention because he was always quiet, in the back of the room, drawing something that he could never understand the purpose of.

~Niall, the irish, blond, cute guy. He met him a year after Zayn. He quickly entered their small "group of two" (as Louis always called it) and never really left.

~Liam, who came across his way only in uni, few months before Louis was involved in the whole chaos that was his current life. He was the smartest.

Now, their small "group of two" had turned into a small "group of four". They had other friends, of course, but these were the real deal.

So, yes, he was happy, and he had good things in his life. But the fact that he couldn't get away from the crowd that filled the hallway of the school, or the fact that he had to ask for help to get to the first floor of the mall, or even the fact that he had to push his legs off of the wheelchair when he wanted to go to bed, or the bathtub, or wherever, made his mind go a little crazy and his eyes watery.

"Mr. Louis Tomlinson?" - The doctor had called from the door that led to a hallway full of others that led him to several offices.

He quickly directed the wheelchair to where the man stood as he gave him a polite and warm smile. Louis smiled back and let the doctor push the wheelchair the rest of the way.