Larry Stylinson One Shots

A Helping Hand Always

"Hazza, darlin'," Louis lifted a curl off of Harry's face as he began to coax him awake, his voice gentle and laced with sweetness. Harry stirred a bit, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized that someone was waking him up. It seemed incredibly early, but maybe that was just because he had gone go bed so late last night.

"Yeah, baby, time to get up. We have to go record," Louis reminded his sleep deprived boyfriend. Harry blinked his eyes awake, groaning at both the light and the fact that they had to go to the recording studio. It seemed they had had something scheduled every day for about a week, and all he wanted was a day off.

Louis frowned. "I know, love, but it's only a few hours and then we can be home for the rest of the day. Are you wet?"

Harry sat up, pushing the covers back and peering down at the thick white nappy between his legs. He suffered from incontinence, which meant that he had little control over his bladder. He wore nappies both during the day and the night, but his nighttime nappies were much thicker. He was lucky to have a boyfriend as kind, loving, and understanding as Louis, as he would often be the one to change Harry if it wasn't Harry himself. Harry loved when Louis changed him because his hands were always so gentle and soft and he never made any bad comments to Harry about his incontinence. They had had many a conversation about it when Harry had been more insecure, and Louis would always tell him that it was something he couldn't help and it surely didn't stop him from loving him. Louis would love Harry no matter what because Harry was Louis' baby.

Harry frowned. "I- I dunno."

Louis hummed softly. "You want me to check, baby?"

Harry simply nodded, still half asleep. Louis smiled at him lovingly. "Let's go to the loo, yeah? I'll bring your clothes and you can get changed in there."

Harry nodded, swinging his lanky legs over the side of the bed before standing up and grabbing Louis' hand, which the older man had offered out to him. Louis led him into the ensuite bathroom, carrying Harry's outfit for the day, and set the clothes on the vanity.

"Alright, let's see if you wet," he mumbled half to himself as he sat down on the toilet lid and brought Harry to stand in front of him. He began by peeling off the tabs of his nappy, pulling it through his legs soon after. He took a peek inside and found it to be slightly yellowed. "You did a bit, baby. A little dribble, I reckon."

"Mm," Harry replied, watching as his boyfriend rolled up the nappy and stuffed it into the bin.

"Let's get you clean now, sleepyhead. You gonna have a tired day today?" Louis asked as he retrieved a wipe, warming it in his hands so it wouldn't be too cold for Harry's sensitive skin.

The curly haired man shrugged, a yawn escaping his lips as Louis began to wipe him clean.

"I'm sure we can nap later if you wanted," Louis told him, gently pressing his penis to his right thigh as he inspected the crease between his left thigh and privite area. "This looks a bit raw, sweets. You want cream on it after?"

"Yes, please," Harry replied politely, turning around so Louis could clean his bum.

"Okay, love," the older man ran a new wipe over both of Harry's buttocks before running it through his crack. Harry made to turn around then, but Louis told him to hold on for a moment before giving some extra attention to his hole. Harry never liked this part, but it had to be done.

"I know, baby, I know," Louis nearly cooed as Harry whined lowly. "Did you do a poo last night?"

"Mhm," Harry blushed, sure Louis was asking because he hadn't wiped as thoroughly as could have. It wasn't his fault, though, as he had been cooking and needed to run back to the stove before anything boiled over.