Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction

Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Chapter 5

Saying Harry was excited was an understatement. He was far more than excited; he was over the moon. Him and Louis had made progress and his new friend - could he call him a friend now? - was slowly opening up and that was a good thing. It made Harry's job easier and they could work on getting Louis better faster.

They spent the next hour getting to know more about each other until Louis' nurse stepped inside and interrupted their conversation about which was better: cats or dogs. 

It was a weird conversation for the two adults to slip in but Louis found it amusing and kept trying to laugh, although it came out as a cough.

The nurse told Harry that Louis needed rest and that Harry should come back tomorrow or in a few hours if he wanted to work with Louis again.

'That's all right,' Harry responded. 'I think Ellie wants to see me now anyway. I promised her I'd read her more of her Harry Potter book.'

'Okay, then,' the nurse said. She turned back to Louis and fixed his pillow for him before muttering, 'Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you.'

She left the room.

Louis didn't close his eyes, but he continued to stare at the younger boy in front of him with a tiny smile on his lips.

'See you tomorrow then, Lou,' said Harry as he lifted himself off of the seat.

'See you, Curly,' replied Louis at Harry's retreating back.

Harry reached the door and turned around to find Louis' eyes closed and steady breaths coming out of his still smiling mouth.


As Harry walked up to his apartment door, he thought over the day that had just passed.

He and Louis had fallen into an easy conversation quickly, and his now friend - could he call him a friend? Harry guessed he could, seeing as they'd be spending a very long time together - was obviously growing on him. It hadn't even been two days and there was a tiny bit of Harry already falling for the older boy. Harry had to watch himself - he knew that. He didn't even know if the Doncaster lad was gay so he really did have to control what he did around Louis.

But Louis had asked Harry for his sexuality. Wouldn't that say something?

No, Harry thought, Louis had asked that because he was simply curious.

Besides, Louis had said it for himself: he figured Harry was gay because of his dress sense.

Yeah, Harry really needed to stop over-thinking everything.

He let out a groan as he stepped into his apartment.

'Why the frustrated look and sound?' an Irish voice spoke out from behind the door.

'Holy shit, Niall!' exclaimed Harry. Niall had a nasty habit to frighten Harry any time he could. The blonde haired boy let out a loud laugh and he was suddenly in hysterics, for what reason Harry didn't know.

'Fuck you,' Harry swore at him as the older boy doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach as he gasped for air.

Harry walked further into the apartment, setting both himself and his briefcase on the couch.

Liam walked in as Niall finally calmed down to grab enough air.

'Hiya, Harry,' Liam said fondly, sitting himself down next to the curly haired boy.

'Hi,' Harry equally responded. Niall sat himself down on the one seat sofa next to the one Harry and Liam shared.

'Good day?'

'Normal,' Harry lied. It was far from normal, if Harry was honest. He really enjoyed having Louis around and he should probably be worried about how easy the two boys got on, but he wasn't.

'Normal?' Liam repeated.

Harry coughed and didn't know he was smiling until Niall pointed it out.

'It wasn't normal!' he shouted out. 'You're smiling! Something happened today.' He paused. 'You didn't shag him, did you?'

Both Liam and Niall's eyes widened at the question the Irish boy asked and Harry had to let out a laugh at their stupidity.

The two boys sat watching the younger boy laugh until he turned as red as a tomato.

'How dumb are you both?' asked Harry after he calmed down. 'I did not shag him, you idiot.'

'Then what happened?' asked the Irish boy.

'We just talked, is all,' Harry responded casually.

'Talking with him makes you smile a few hours after you've left him,' Liam said. 'Nice.'

'Shut up,' Harry retorted. 'It's not like that. It's honestly not like that.'

'Then what's it like?' Niall asked.

'He needs help, and I'm here to help him. He's a good guy to talk to, actually. Better than you lot.' 

Niall laughed at that and Liam even let out a small chuckle. 

'So no feelings towards him, then?' Liam asked, expression so serious that Harry was about to laugh again.

'I don't think that matters,' Harry said, swallowing down the urge to laugh. 'It's besides the point.'

'There is no point,' Niall stated, and Liam nodded in agreement.

'It doesn't matter anyway, okay?' Harry said firmly. 'I'll make dinner.'


Niall usually always went out after they had dinner, meeting up with a few friends of his and they would go for a pint at the pub nearby. However, when the blonde haired boy said he was staying home tonight, that raised Liam and Harry's eyebrows because Niall never turend down the opportunity to get drunk. Niall rolled hus eyes and said that he wanted to spend some time with his roommates - where was the problem in that?

So, the three of them spent the rest of the night watching movies and as Niall brought out two bottles of beer, Harry thought he deserved one tonight and accepted the bottle from Niall.

Harry slept that night dreaming of those cerulean eyes and who they belonged to.


Harry was glad he had only drunk one bottle of beer the night before because he remembered he had another day of working at the clinic and it wouldn't do anyone good if he was supporting a bad hangover.

He groggily woke up the next morning and decided a shower and a good wank would do him good.

And he definitely did not think of a certain Doncaster boy as he came right in the shower.

Liam was in the kitchen, no doubt making breakfast for Niall when he woke up; the Irish boy would most likely be moody and snap at Liam for not cooking him breakfast.

Bidding goodbye to Liam, Harry pulled his briefcase over his shoulder, tucked his phone into his pocket, picked up his car and house keys and walked out of the apartment and toward his car.

He quickly stopped by the cafe he got his order from every day and hopped back in his car, eager to see Louis again. You could say that's weird, but hey, that's Harry.

He walked inside and said hello to Carol before passing her desk and walking into his office.

There was a knock at the door and Paul walked in.

'Morning, Harry,' Paul said. 'You need to start working on getting Louis to walk, mate.'

'Morning, Paul, and I was planning on doing that today,' Harry said, fixing up his desk. 'How is he?'

'Edgy,' Paul replied, 'he keeps complaining and saying he wants to walk around. Poor bloke.'

Harry nodded and Paul turned to leave.

Harry sighed and stood up from his seat, walking down the corridor until he paused in front of Louis' door.

Harry opened the door and walked right in, not even thinking of knocking once. Louis, who had his eyes closed, opened them at the sound of the door closing behind Harry. The Doncaster boy let out a huge sigh of relief.

'Thank fucking god you're finally here!' the older boy spoke. 'I swear, if I don't move from here soon I'm going to murder myself.'

Harry chuckled at the older boy's antics before placing his stuff on the chair beside Louis' arm. 

'I take it you want to start walking today?' Harry asked. 

'Yes I fucking do!' Louis continued to raise his voice.

Harry shook his head fondly at Louis and smiled down on him.

'It'll take a while though, all right? You have to be patient with me, especially,' Harry said.

'I'll do anything just to get out of this fucking bed,' Louis said. 

'All right, calm down a little on the swearing mate, there are young children in this clinic too,' Harry said with a small laugh. 

Louis rolled his eyes but blinked tightly once to show he understood. Harry smiled at him once again before grabbing a wheelchair from the storage cupboard beside the bathroom.

'First I'm going to try and get you in this chair and I'll take you to the room beside this one to get you walking. You won't be allowed to go out in the garden,' Louis groaned but Harry continued, ignoring Louis, 'until you're fully capable of walking without as much help needed from me. We'll do as much as possible today, but believe me when I say this, Louis, knowing you already in just under a week, you'll get frustrated and give up.'

Louis let out a huff of air before muttering to himself, 'I think I can handle it.'

Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction
Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Chapter 4

Harry grinned. He couldn't help but do so because Louis had spoken and, oh, god, Louis’ voice was not what Harry expected. It was high pitched but had such a sweet touch to it that made Harry's insides churn. Harry wanted Louis to keep talking so he could figure out what exactly made his heart to beat faster. 

He was also grinning because he made progress with Louis and he got Louis to talk and to say at least one thing about himself. He was determined to know more and more about the older man.

‘So, singing, huh?’ Harry asked when he found his voice. ‘Any experience with it?’

‘I was in a band when I was in school, with a few of my mates,’ Louis said. ‘Dunno if we were any good.’ He tried to laugh but it sounded like a cough and a laugh in between.

‘You all right?’ Harry asked, concern washing over him as he removed his arm that was leaning right next to Louis’. 

‘Yeah, it just feels ... weird,’ Louis replied honestly.

‘We'll work on that soon, okay?’ Harry asked. Louis closed his eyes and opened them again to show he was nodding.

‘I'd like to know more about you, if that's okay,’ Harry said softly.

Louis let out a sigh.

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Hello, I'm Louis Tomlinson and I'm twenty four years old.’ Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. ‘I grew up in Doncaster with four younger sisters who were such a hassle and as me being the only boy and the oldest in the family, I was used to dress up and put on shows for them and drink fake tea that my younger sister Phoebe had made so perfectly.’ He smiled as he remembered. ‘My parents got divorced a few years after the twins were born - did I mention Phoebe was a twin? - and my mum sort of went downhill after that. I realised that I had to take up a huge responsibility and had to take good care of both my younger sisters and my mum.’ He stopped there and took a shaky sigh and that's when Harry realised his eyes were filling up with tears. He was going to stop him from going any further because he knew what this did to people; when they had just lost someone very close to them and talked about them to get better, it would affect them and bring memories back of that night.

Harry quickly got up and shuffled over to Louis and put a strong arm around the older boy's shoulders, being gentle with him. 

‘Shh,’ Harry comforted softly. ‘Shh, Louis, stop talking.’

Louis did just that, but his sobs were getting louder and louder by the minute.

‘Shh, Louis,’ Harry comforted once more. ‘Shh. That's enough for today, all right? Go to sleep if you want. Shh, stop crying.’

‘I'm s-sorry,’ Louis stammered after his sobs subsided a little. 

‘Why on earth are you sorry?’ Harry asked, pulling back a little to observe Louis’ face. It was wet and his eyes were glistening with water.

‘Because I'm such a shit patient and I'm breaking down which isn't helping me get better and I'm just a shit, shit, shit patient,’ Louis confessed, sobs beginning to rack out of his body once again.

‘Hey! You're not a shit patient! This is good for you. This helps you get better. You need to let this all out and that's a good thing that you are. Don't say that about yourself, Louis, honestly. This is good for you and believe it or not, you're getting better already,’ Harry said, pushing Louis’ fringe out of his eyes.

Louis’ eyes looked upwards so he could gaze at Harry and he sniffed softly.

‘I understand now why you're people’s favourites,’ he said quietly.

‘I do my best,’ Harry said with a soft chuckle.

Louis rolled his eyes.

‘You just saw me cry and now you're acting cocky? Nice going,’ he said sarcastically.

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. 

‘What do you want to do now? Want to sleep or eat or keep talking or what?’ Harry asked.

‘Can I know more about you?’

Harry was silent for a few minutes but nodded slowly, getting up again and walking back to the seat beside the hospital bed.

‘If you want, but I'm not that interesting.’

‘I doubt that,’ Louis muttered. He probably intended for Harry not to hear but Harry did an the younger boy's heart was hammering faster in his ribcage than it did an hour ago. 

‘I’m Harry Styles and I live in an apartment with my two roommates. They're all right roommates; they always squabble with each other which gets me annoyed every day, but they’re good mates. One of them loves getting drunk, so if you're that type, you can go to him and you'll both be at a pub in minutes. I swear, he knows every single pub in London because everyday he announces he's going to a new one. No idea how the kid does it, I'd probably be dead by how much alcohol I would've consumed.

‘My other mate is great; he looks out for us too much which gets concerning because he's not exactly our guardians. But it's good to have someone to look out for you most of the time. He's like me; he doesn't like getting drunk, so he's a good person to go to when Niall's out partying. Oh did I mention, their names are Niall and Liam.’

‘They sound like good people,’ Louis said, eyes roaming Harry's face as he spoke. The younger boy's eyebrows furrowed together when he talked, forming lines on his forehead. His voice was deep and husky and Louis loved that about Harry. Even though he wanted to tell him to hurry up and talk faster - because, oh, boy, he talked very slowly - he wouldn't mind listening to that voice everyday.

‘Get on their bad side and you won't be saying that,’ Harry said with a laugh. ‘Anyway, yeah, they're good people. They're reliable.

‘I first started working at this job a few years ago when I was low on cash. I dunno what made me do it, but I saw they needed support workers and I thought, “Why not give this a go?” I had a few practices when I was in school and helped out the nurses when a kid came in injured and it made me happier to see smiles on their faces when they left the room feeling better, so I applied. I'm grateful I did, I love my job. 

‘One thing you should know about me is that I absolutely love music. I love it. I've probably been to a few music festivals in the past few years and they're brilliant. There's one coming up this year, in Leeds, and I know it's going to be great because Leeds hold the best music festivals in the world. Maybe I could take you, when you're better.’

Harry didn't know why he said the last part but he did and he instantly regretted it when Louis’ eyes turned a very dark blue. Harry had forgotten that Louis was in an accident coming back from a music festival, which was strange for him to forget, seeing as he remembered everything about his patients. Maybe it was those blue eyes, they caught him off guard whenever their gazes locked.

Harry shook those thoughts out of his head. Why was he thinking like this?

Louis stayed silent, and his eyes stayed a dark shade of blue.


Louis’ eyes turned back to the cerulean blue that Harry loved at the nickname.

‘Lou?’ Louis asked.

‘S-sorry,’ Harry stuttered, but Louis cut him short.

‘I like it,’ he said. His eyes were smiling, Harry noticed, and that made the younger boy relieved, ‘Curly.’

‘Curly? Really?’ Harry asked, a smile creeping up on his face.

‘Hey, you've got a lot of curls!’ the older boy cried.

‘Well, you're the first to call me that, so be proud,’ Harry said with a chuckle.

‘Oh, I'm proud, all right.’

‘So, anything else you wanna know about me?’ Harry said, quickly turning back to what they were doing earlier.

‘Uh ... Yeah. How old are you?’

‘Twenty one,’ Harry replied truthfully.

‘Jesus, you look older!’ Louis exclaimed, causing the younger boy to laugh loudly.

Louis loved the sound of Harry's laugh.

‘Now you're not the first to say that,’ said Harry. ‘Anything else?’

‘Hm ...’ Louis thought. ‘If you - uh - don't mind me asking, what's your sexuality?’

Harry should have guessed that this question would be coming up any time soon, but he didn't, and it caught him off guard. He wasn't ashamed to call himself gay, but there would always be people out there that didn't approve of homosexuals and he feared Louis might be one of those people. But Louis had asked this question, so Harry guessed that Louis wasn't and he was grateful.

‘G-gay. I'm gay,’ Harry stuttered after he found his voice.

Louis was silent.

‘I figured,’ he said. ‘I mean, what kind of straight guy dresses like that!’

His eyes roamed over Harry's clothes and the curly haired lad blushed because Louis was checking him out. 

‘I have good dress sense, I guess,’ Harry said. 

‘Because you're gay.’

Harry shot him a glare.

Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction
Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Chapter 3

Harry walked through the clinic doors, smiling kindly but quickly at an old patient that was about to walk out into the garden with her support worker, and then quickly hurried down to the room Preston and the now awake Louis Tomlinson would be.

He felt excited and nervous, which were strange feelings to feel at the same time. 

Harry had doubts about his work most of the time. He sometimes feared that he wouldn’t do a great job at helping his patients recover, and he hated that feeling the most. The one thing he loved doing was help people, and if that didn’t work, he didn’t know what else could make him happier.

Harry entered the room and all eyes immediately fell on him.

All except a pair.

They belonged to Louis Tomlinson.

Harry observed the older man’s actions, although he didn’t do much because he couldn’t move. However, his eyes kept flicking around the room, finally setting on a painting that was hung up on the wall right beside the doorway Harry was leaning on. Harry noted just how afraid Louis seemed to be here. Harry didn’t think Louis knew why he was here, and it was Harry’s job to tell him everything. It was a tough job.

‘Louis,’ Preston said once Harry came closer to the hospital bed, ‘this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be helping you for a few months and then you can leave here. The nurse is going to be in this room for a few more minutes, and after that you two can talk about each other. Is that okay, Louis?’

Louis didn’t respond, but his eyes flickered over to Preston once, then to Harry, back at Preston again before looking back at the painting. 

Preston seemed to think that Louis understood because he nodded once before clapping Harry firmly on the back and leaving the room.

‘Harry,’ Preston said and Harry turned around to face him, ‘my office is just down the corner. If anything happens,’ his eyes flickered to Louis who was now looking down at his unmoving hands on the bed, ‘come straight to me.’

Harry nodded before Preston left the room again.

It was just Harry, Louis and the nurse (Harry had picked up her name early this morning, which was Lyla) in the room, but the nurse didn’t stay for long. She only arranged the water pumps by Louis’ head and then gave Harry a sweet smile before leaving the room again. 

Harry cleared his throat once, immediately getting attention from the boy in front of him. 

His eyes looked lost.

They didn’t look like they were in the moment. Even when they stared right into Harry’s green eyes, they didn’t look alive.

They looked dead.

Harry coughed again, settling himself down onto the seat right beside Louis’ left hand. 

‘Hi, Louis,’ he said.

Louis’ eyes followed Harry’s movements, leaving them staring at Harry’s lips as Harry talked. 

‘I’m Harry Styles,’ Harry said. Harry figured this would be a good way to start, just by introducing himself to Louis and maybe getting a few words out of the paralyzed boy.

Of course, Harry knew that it would be hard, considering Louis was in severe shock still.

But Harry was hoping that an introduction from Louis would be brought today.

‘I’m going to be your support worker for a while,’ Harry continued. ‘I don’t know for how long exactly though, but I’m going to try my hardest to make you better. Is that okay?’

Harry looked into Louis’ eyes and when the younger boy got no response, Harry just sighed, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ Harry said over his shoulder.

Once he had relieved himself, he walked back into the room to find it still dead silent. He had no idea how he was going to get Louis to talk to him. Usually his patients would be excited to speak to him and get to know him, but Louis was far beyond that and maybe his condition was much worse. This made Harry afraid because he just wanted to help Louis and he was getting no where near that.

He sat himself back down on the chair beside Louis’ hand and tried to get a reaction out of Louis by smiling at him. 

Louis didn’t do as much but close his eyes and Harry just stared as he breathed out softly. He had absolutely no idea how he was going to do this. Usually, he wouldn’t be stuck on helping his patients, but with Louis, it was - for some very strange reason - really difficult for him to handle.

‘Louis, if you wanted to go to sleep, you can tell me,’ Harry said. Louis opened his eyes slowly and stared deeply into Harry’s emerald orbs, making Harry squirm in his seat from the intense gaze he was receiving.

Harry had almost thought he saw a small smile on Louis’ face, but he was distracted as Louis let out a very soft sigh and closed his eyes again.

Harry leaned into the soft cushions of the seat and stared at the boy, his mind tracing off until a very loud, high-pitched scream snapped him out of his daydream. 

At first he didn’t know what was making the noise, but then realised he was staring at what was making the noise. 

‘Holy shit!’ he swore loudly.

He slowly approached the bed and gently tried shaking Louis out of his trance, but it wasn’t working as Louis’ scream got loudly and louder, constant shouts of, ‘No! Mum! Mum! NO!’ vibrating off the walls of the clinic, inviting other patients and nurses from down the hall to come inside to look at what was going on. They all parted their ways when Preston and Lyla came bustling in, frantic looks on their faces. Lyla approached the bed with a syringe in her hand and quickly stabbed it into the Louis’ bicep. The screams faded out as Louis fell from all consciousness again, completely oblivious to what had happened and what he had done.

Harry sighed and slumped back down onto the seats.

‘Had a panic attack,’ Lyla explained as Preston ushered the other patients and nurses out, telling them that Louis was fine and he just needed further rest. ‘What was he shouting?’ She turned to Harry.

‘No! Mum! Mum! NO!’ Harry recited.

Lyla nodded in understanding.

‘The panic attack must have been from his accident. It’s certain that he was reliving the incident and was calling for his mum,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry, he’ll get better. You just need to help him. What I just put into him will keep him out for a few more hours and maybe after then he’ll be talking to you. Just go easy on him, okay, Harry? It’s tough for him as well as for you.’

And with that she left the room, returning Preston’s tight-lipped smile with a small one of her own.

‘I did not expect this to be so hard,’ Harry said when Preston finally sat beside him.

‘Do you want me to hand him over to another person?’ Preston asked.

Harry stayed silent for a moment.

This would be easier, wouldn’t it? If Preston handed him over to someone else that would be able to deal with him far better than he was right now, he wouldn’t have to face it and try to figure everything out.

But deep inside Harry there was something telling him not to let him switch support workers and Harry being his support worker would turn out much better than it was now. So, Harry looked to Preston and slowly shook his head.

‘No, he’s mine to help,’ Harry said. Preston arched a brow. ‘I feel he’s my responsibility now, even if I haven’t done anything to help out. I’m going to be here to help him and try my hardest. No, don’t switch him over to someone else. He’s mine now.’

The room was eerily silent; Harry and Preston were just watching the unconscious man before them, watching his chest heave up and down calmly.

After a few moments, Preston got up and clapped Harry on the back.

‘All right, Harry,’ he said. ‘If that’s what you want.’

He left the room, leaving Harry with his thoughts on the older boy once again. 


Harry didn’t know when he had fallen asleep and for how long, but a shove in the shoulder had woken him up. 

He looked up with tired, emerald eyes to come face to face with Lyla again.

‘Sorry, Harry, for waking you up.’ She cast her gaze to the open eyed face of Louis. ‘He was watching you when I came in to check on him. Thought something had happened when it was all quiet. He asked me to wake you, actually.’

Harry sat up straight, taking in what she said.

Louis had asked Lyla to wake him?

He talked? 

This got Harry a little excited, so he nodded his head as a way of saying thank you and Lyla patted him softly on the shoulder again, before leaving the room.

Louis had a small smile on his face when he noticed Harry looking at him.

‘So, Louis, new change, huh?’ Harry asked.

Louis’ facial expression changed to confusion.

‘As in, you talked?’ Harry quickly said.

Louis smiled again, searching Harry's face with his eyes, taking in every emotion and expression and every flaw.

‘Are you going to talk to me?’

Louis locked gazes with Harry now and tried to nod, but couldn't move his head. Harry seemed to understand because he got up from the seat, walked behind it and dragged it closer to the hospital bed.

‘We'll work on you moving tomorrow, Louis. Right now, I want to hear you speak. Is that okay?’ Harry asked, voice softening as he moved in closer in case Louis whispered.

‘Let's start off with you,’ Harry suggested. ‘What do you like?’

It was silent for a few minutes and Harry thought that Louis wasn't going to speak at all, when a very soft but sweet voice broke the silence.

‘I like singing.’

Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction
Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Chapter 2

Harry tugged at his hair as he stared at the photograph of Louis Tomlinson.

Louis Tomlinson.


He said the name a couple more times aloud and the name sounded perfect as it rolled off his tongue.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was nervous for this job. He became so attached to people easily and considering this man that was so close to death needed his help, it didn’t make the job any easier.

He sighed loudly as he packed up the papers on his desk and shoved them messily in his briefcase.

‘Still here?’ a soft voice said from the doorway.

Harry’s head shot up quickly and his gaze fell to the small boy leaning against the doorframe. 

‘Mike?’ Harry said, getting up from his seat behind the desk. 

Before Harry could get close to him, though, the boy walked forwards and sat himself down on one of the seats. He looked up at Harry with his big, green eyes and Harry noticed curiosity circling within them. Harry took this as a sign to sit down opposite of him. 

‘You all right, Mike?’

‘I want to ask you a question,’ Mike said softly.

Harry coughed and nodded, leaning back into his seat. He had a slight feeling knowing where this was heading and that worried him.

‘Go ahead,’ he said.

Mike just stared at him for a few more minutes (although to Harry it seemed like hours) and finally spoke up.

‘Am I going to die?’

Harry’s eyes shot up from where they were stuck on his fingers and locked gazes with the small boy. He opened his mouth to say something but Mike interrupted him.

‘And don’t lie to me. I’m sick of everyone lying to me in this place. Just tell me the truth.’

Harry stared at the boy in front of him for a few more minutes before slowly nodding.

‘Yes,’ he whispered.

A sigh of relief filled the air and Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion.

‘Thank you,’ Mike whispered.

He jumped up from the seat and walked towards the door, his small feet making soft noises as he crossed the wooden floors. Harry continued to stare at the empty seat in front of him, confusion stuck on his face.


Harry turned his head to look at the doorway and spotted Mike smiling up at him.

‘Thank you for telling me the truth, unlike the others,’ he said.

He was just about walk out the door when he turned around again.

‘You’ve been a great support worker; there’s no one else better than you.’

And with that, he walked out the door, leaving Harry to stare at his retreating form.


‘Harry, get in here!’

Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed his chair back and got up, checking the time on his watch.


It was 2:35 in the afternoon and Louis Tomlinson had already arrived. Harry had no doubt that Preston had called him from the other room to introduce him to this Louis Tomlinson man.
And Harry felt jittery.

An hour before Louis had arrived Harry had promised himself not to do anything stupid like make a move. He didn’t want to mess this up before it had already even started. He didn’t even know the guy, so why was he making such a big deal about it all?

Harry sighed as he traipsed down the hallway, smiling at the small kids that were standing beside their nurses.

He entered the room a few doors down from his and immediately spotted Preston by the  bed that occupied a sleeping man.

Louis Tomlinson.

‘Harry, finally,’ Preston sighed out.

‘This him?’ Harry asked. Preston rolled his eyes at Harry’s obvious statement and Harry muttered a quick ‘right’ under his breath. 

‘He’s still asleep, but the nurse said he should be awake in an hour or so,’ Preston began. Harry nodded. ‘Best if you plan out what you’re going to do once he does wake up. What are you planning on doing?’

‘Introduce myself, try to get an introduction out of him, maybe? I think getting to know each other and getting him to feel comfortable around me first would be a great start. Then we’ll see on getting him to move again,’ Harry replied.

‘Excellent,’ Preston said. ‘I’ll leave you to it, then. We’ll be calling you once he wakes up so you can hurry over here and work things out with him.’

With one last glance at Louis and then at Harry, Preston left the room, leaving Harry alone with the nurse that was fixing Louis’ bed spread and the monitors beside him, and the unmoving figure of Louis.

‘Good luck,’ the nurse said to him before quickly walking out the door, closing the door softly behind her.

Harry stood there standing at the very quiet human in front of him.

This is weird, Harry thought to himself.

Sighing, he plonked himself down onto one of the chairs beside the hospital bed and picked up a magazine on the table beside his chair, waiting for the clock to tick five so he could head home.


As Harry walked through his apartment door, he scanned the room to find it exactly how he left it this morning; a right mess. He walked forwards and quickly plonked himself onto the large sofa that was positioned opposite of the television. He picked up the remote and turned on the television, flicking through the channels until he was satisfied with an old cartoon show he used to watch when he was a kid.

There was a loud bang coming from the next room, quickly followed by a, ‘Jesus Christ, Niall!’

Harry groaned; he wasn’t ready for this today. 

He always came home to his roommates bickering with each other; whether it would be as a joke or over Niall spilling coffee, they would begin to argue with each other until one of them snapped completely and they would start to laugh in the end.

That was how it was every day.

Don’t get Harry wrong, he loved his roommates. More than he could love anything, his family aside. He just wanted some peace and quiet for a few hours at the least, just a time where he could gather his thoughts and think things over. Of course, today was not the day as his Irish roommate came barging into the TV room, plonking himself down onto Harry’s long legs.

‘What is it this time?’ Harry asked the frustrated boy in front of him.

‘Liam’s being an ass,’ he replied in his thick accent.

‘He’s always an ass to you, isn’t he?’ Harry asked, a small smile creeping up on his lips.

‘Oh, bugger off, Harry,’ another voice spoke. 

Harry looked up from his position on the couch and grinned at Liam’s red face.

‘What the hell do you two get up to when I’m at work?’ he asked.

‘Fuck off,’ Niall muttered.

Harry laughed loudly.

‘Missing your swearing, mate. Where’d it ever go?’ Harry said, pushing Niall off of his legs so he could get up and grab a glass of water.

‘How was today?’ Liam asked, following him into the kitchen.

‘Why do you always ask about my job?’ Harry replied instead, grabbing a glass from the cupboard above the sink and quickly filling it with tap water.

‘Because I find your job quite interesting and I’d like to know,’ Liam simply replied.

Harry rolled his eyes as he sculled down his glass.

‘Good,’ he replied, putting the glass into the sink. ‘New patient.’

‘Really?’ Liam asked, eyebrows arched.

Harry nodded.


‘What’s their condition?’

‘Was in a car accident and paralyzed. Almost didn’t make it, from what I’ve heard. Mother at the scene,’ Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders.

‘Wow, that’s bad,’ Liam said with a long sigh.

Harry chuckled, although half-heartedly.

‘You think?’

‘Male, right?’ Liam asked, eyeing Harry as the younger boy walked back into the living room where Niall was watching the television with his full attention.

Liam and Niall had known about Harry’s sexuality a few weeks after they had became friends. Luckily for Harry, they weren’t against gays and had approved of Harry being gay and they treated him as normal as ever. Although, Harry remembers quite clearly Niall saying, ‘If you do make a move onto me though, I’ll fucking kick your ass.’ 

Harry was very grateful to have the friends he had. He wouldn’t know what to do if they were homophobic and showed it. 

‘Yeah, he’s a male,’ Harry replied, seating himself beside the blonde haired lad.

‘What’re you talking about?’ Niall said, eyes still firm on the TV set.

‘Harry’s new patient,’ Liam replied.

‘What about him?’

‘He’s a male.’


‘Don’t you know Harry?’

‘You think he wants to fuck every guy he lays eyes on? Wow, great mate you are, Li.’

Harry rolled his eyes and quickly removed himself from the room so he could get changed into something a little more comfortable, and so he could get away from the bickers between Liam and Niall.

Liam was slightly shorter than Harry was. He had very tiny, brown curls that matched his eye colour and it was usually a mess most of the time, unless he put a bit of effort into it, which he almost never did. He was in a band with a few of his mates, and although they had only done a few gigs at a couple of parks nearby their apartment, Harry thought they sounded amazing. Harry always knew Liam’s future involved something with singing and touring, because it was Liam, and that’s who Liam was.

Niall was a whole different story. He used to have brown hair, but began it dyeing blonde when he was twelve, according to Harry’s memory of the night they shared each other’s stories. Harry didn’t know why Niall bothered dyeing his hair a different colour; he thought that brown hair would suit the Irish boy. Niall’s eyes were a blue like no other; they showed a lot of mirth and mystery and adventure, which described Niall perfectly. The boy always loved going to pubs with a few of his outside mates because Harry was never into getting drunk a lot and Liam couldn’t get drunk due to his one kidney. Niall was currently working at the café Harry always went to in the mornings, but the boy didn’t like the job much so he hardly made any attempt of showing up at his shifts.

Nonetheless, Niall was a great catch and you couldn’t help but fall into a great friendship with him.

Liam calling his name snapped Harry out of his thoughts and back into reality.

‘Harry!’ Liam called again.

‘What is it?’ Harry responded back, poking his head outside of his door.

‘It’s your phone, you idiot,’ Liam said, crossing the living room until he stood in front of Harry, arm outstretched. 

Harry muttered a quick thanks to Liam before snatching the phone out of the older boy’s hand and closing the door in his face.

As much as he loved his mates, he did also love his own privacy.

Harry unlocked his phone and answered the call, seeing ‘Preston’ flash right before his eyes.

‘Hello?’ Harry said into the line.

‘Harry,’ came Preston’s deep voice. ‘He’s awake.’

Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them? 

Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction
Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Chapter 1

‘Louis, don’t drive so fast!’

The road was pretty clear for a Sunday night. Louis Tomlinson and his mum were on their way home from a music festival that was held on the far side of London. They were both glad that it hadn’t been raining, or else the trip back home would be long and very tiring.

‘Mum, I’m driving forty five on a fifty zone. That’s not much! Just calm down, we’ll be home soon. Okay?’ Louis said, shooting his mother a grin and a side glance. His mum sighed but nodded, leaning back into the passenger seat.

‘Enjoy the festival?’ she asked after a few minutes of silence.

‘You bet!’ Louis replied enthusiastically, putting his blinker on to turn on the right lane. ‘I was thinking ... you know how much I love music, right? Yeah, well, I was thinking that I’d audition -’

But before Louis could continue his sentence, the car suddenly swerved to the left and Louis had no control over the steering wheel. All he could think about was trying to get the car on the road again and have control over it, but the car wasn’t helping as it swerved closer and closer to the side. Louis could make out a very large tree ahead of them, and the last thing he heard was his mother’s loud shriek before the darkness engulfed around him.

‘The car was found crushed really badly into a tree that was on the side of the road that led to the town. Can’t have been a drunk driver that caused this; we checked the driver’s car and someone had definitely been meddling with the gear. The driver is in the hospital now, under intensive care. They’re trying their best to help the man recover, although it’s not looking too good right now. They’re hoping, though.’

‘Any other passengers with him?’

‘A woman. Must have been his mum, they look alike.’

‘What happened to her?’

‘Died at scene. Once she was brought into the hospital, her heart had already stopped and they couldn’t do anything about it.’

‘Jesus, that’s unlucky. What do you plan on doing?’

‘They’re going to see if he wakes up first, and then they’re planning on taking him to a support worker in that clinic across the street. Think his name is Harry. Yeah, Harry something. He’s supposedly good.’

‘I’d say.’


Harry walked across the road and stopped at the small café that he always got his cappuccino from. As he walked through the door, the woman behind the counter immediately recognised him and grinned at him over the magazine that was lazily plonked on the counter. She was leaning over the counter a little, giving any man access to look down her blouse that was ridden down a little. Harry shook his head and smiled fondly, walking up to her.

‘Hey, Harry!’ she greeted, smiling wildly at him. 

‘Hello, May,’ Harry responded. ‘Good shift today?’

‘Shit shift,’ she said and Harry chuckled. ‘As you can see, the place is filled this morning!’ She made gestures with her hands and they flew around the room, showing Harry that the café was empty.

‘Loving your humour,’ he said.

‘Thanks!’ She grinned and Harry chuckled again. ‘So, same order?’

‘You bet. But this time, put some chocolate powder on the top, I’m not too keen on the coffee,’ he replied, rummaging in his coat pocket for his wallet.

‘You’re such a girl,’ she said, but laughed as she walked away from him and went into the other room to start making his order.

May was the same age he was. They had become really close friends when May accidentally spilled a cup of cappuccino all over him, quickly making him a new one and saying, ‘This one is on the house!’ 

It was clear to him that she found interest in him, so after a few days of them being friends, he told her that he was in fact not interested in woman but in men. She took it by surprise, but said she didn’t mind having a gay friend and Harry was immediately glad she wasn’t homophobic. There was always at least one person you came across that didn’t like homosexuals.

May was short for her age, but her posture was good and she had a great body. Her eyes were a hazel nut colour, brought out by the amount of eye liner she wore. Her hair was brown but dip dyed a blonde colour at the tips of her hair and she was very attractive.

She returned with Harry’s order with another smile on her face. Harry just laughed at her and paid her the right amount of money.

‘Catch up with you soon, May!’ he said as he turned around and walked for the door.

‘Tell Niall to call me!’ she called at his retreating form. Harry turned around to laugh at her, his eyes squinting shut and his two dimples on full display.

Harry still had the smile on his face as he walked through the clinic doors, taking a small sip out of his foam cup. He walked down the hallway until he reached the door that read “Harry Styles - Support Worker”. He grinned at the label on the door before unlocking it with the keys he had in his hand. He left the door open because he knew that Carol would be in to inform him about any information that concerned his patients.

Just as he predicted, Carol came walking in, wearing a tight black skirt and a white blouse, her hair tied up in a nice ponytail. 

‘Morning, Carol,’ Harry said, immediately lifting the lid of his laptop and starting it up.

‘Morning, Harry,’ she responded. Harry smiled in appreciation that she used his first name today. ‘Paul wants to talk to you about Mike first up, and then they’re going to discuss the new patient that I told you about yesterday. He’ll be coming in at around noon, so you’ve got to make the talk with Paul short. After you’re informed about the patient, you’re going to have to set up his room with Preston and Steve. Also, Sarah’s arm has been hurting for a while and she’s been complaining about it. Lily wants you to finish reading Harry Potter with her before you leave tonight, she asked me to remind you. Sound good?’

‘Jesus, Carol. How’d you remember all that?’ he asked, brows raised. Carol blushed and Harry smiled at her. ‘But yeah, that sounds good. What room is Paul in?’

‘The interview room on the third floor,’ Carol said, fixing the bottom of her skirt before walking out. ‘And Ellie says she wants to speak to you!’

Harry laughed at the last line. Ellie was his seven year old patient that suffered from a broken arm and leg. They had become close after Harry volunteered to read her her favourite fantasy book, The Velveteen Rabbit.

Harry walked towards the elevator and clicked the up arrow and waited for the elevator to make a pinging sound, before walking in and clicking the number three.

When the elevator doors reopened, Harry walked out and made sure to whistle loudly so Ellie could hear him.

Sure enough, when he past by her room, the young girl poked her head out and called out Harry’s name. Harry spun around and grinned at her tiny head bobbing up and down in the doorway. 

‘How’s young Ellie this morning?’ he asked as he approached her.

‘I’m not that young! I’m eight years old in a few weeks and mummy says that’s old,’ she replied cutely. Harry just chuckled and reached forwards to give her a hug and a small kiss on top of her head.

‘I’ve got to have an interview now, but I’ll see you around soon, yeah?’ Harry said, giving her cheek a small pat.

‘Sure! Bye, Harry,’ she said. Harry smiled at her once before turning around and making his way back to the interview room where Paul was waiting for him. 


Harry groaned as he left the interview room forty five minutes later. The part he hated most about his job was hearing that one of his patients wasn’t going to make it. Harry sighed as he made his way back to the elevator that took him back down to his office.  

Just as he was about to open his door, someone had called for his name and he turned around to be greeted with one of the workers, Preston.

‘Harry, we’re waiting for you! Come on, the man is going to be here in under an hour and we have to set everything up,’ Preston called. 

‘All right, mate, let me grab my cappuccino,’ Harry called. Preston rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything about the matter. Instead, he walked back into the room that he had came out of.

Harry quickly grabbed his drink and briefcase and closed the lid of his laptop so he could tuck it under his arm and then walked out of his office, making his way to the door Preston had just walked in.

He was greeted with friendly pats on the back as he sat down between Preston and Steve.

‘Okay, so what’re we doing?’ he finally asked when everyone calmed down.

‘I’m sure you know about the man’s situation?’ Preston asked Harry. 

Harry nodded.

‘Everything about him is in this file,’ Preston continued, passing Harry a folder that had the number “155204” on the front of it. Harry opened the file as Preston continued to talk. ‘Go through the file for a for minutes before we discuss what we’re going to do.’

Harry nodded and picked up the folder, flipping it open to the first page where there was a picture of the man. Harry tried not to smile at the delicate features of the man before him. The man had cerulean blue eyes that lit up in amusement; his hair was a light brown and swept to the right side of his forehead; his lips tilted into a smile as he stared directly at the camera.

Turning to the next page, Harry took a sip from his cappuccino and read:

Name: Louis William Tomlinson

Age: 24

Date of Birth: 24th December, 1991

Place of birth: Doncaster, England, moved to London in 2008

Family: Four sisters, parents split up when he was 4. Mother died at scene. Eldest sister in college, other three on vacation with grandparents

Location of accident: On the road leading to the town of London. Car found smashed into a tree

Condition: Not holding up well. Went into cardiac arrest three times last night. Heart almost stopped working. In shock. Paralyzed

Harry gulped. This was going to be harder than he thought. For one thing, Harry became emotionally attached with people sometimes and seeing as Harry was gay, that didn’t make the situation any better. Harry just had to promise himself not to do anything stupid like falling in love with this man. Harry could do that.

Could he really?

Exposed - Larry Stylinson fan fiction
Title: Exposed
Pairings: Harry/Louis
Summary: Twenty four year old Louis Tomlinson gets into an accident and is paralyzed because of it. Losing a best friend and a mother at the scene is not helping him recover from his shock. Support worker Harry Styles is by his side as he helps him through his paralyzation and the shock of losing someone very close. As Louis begins to open up to the world and expose his emotions, do each of them learn their feelings for one another? Could this potentially mend them, or break them?

Author's note: Yes, I decided to start another fanfic, again. This time its a Larry slash fic, because I somehow feel easier to write slash rather than HET fics. Anyway, hope you guys like it and consider reading it and if not ... that's okay? But, it would mean a lot if you read and gave me a little bit of feedback. If you ever want to message me about my writing, just go to my tumblr, which is and I'll reply to you. It's easier for me if you contacted me there! Or, you can contact me from my Twitter, which is bonjourmich_. Thank you! xx

In everyone else’s eyes, Harry’s job was simple ... easy, almost. But it was far from that. To him, it was a whole lot bigger than that. Harry’s job was very hard. He had to deal with patients that cried and suffered and needed help. He loved finding ways to help his patients; seeing them with brighter eyes and brighter smiles than they did before they entered the clinic he worked at was beauty in his eyes. He loved being the reason that people were happier, healthier. He loved it when those patients he had helped up to four years come up to him afterwards and thank him for saving their life.

Harry Styles worked as a support worker at a clinic in London, England. He loved his job a lot because he simply loved helping people out. At times, it got hard, but most of the time he found it enjoyable to help these young - and sometimes old - patients out. 

Harry was twenty one years old, his twenty second birthday in a few months. He loved the age he was at; he had a descent job with good pay, moved out of his parents’ house at the age of nineteen and was now living with his two roommates who were twenty three and twenty four. He still stayed in contact with his mum and sister, though, because he adored them, and he was also an uncle to four year old Nathan. He adored his family, and he couldn’t have wished for a better life.

But Harry Styles didn’t know that after this morning’s talk with his secretary, his life would change possibly for life.


It was a windy day, so Harry was holding a cappuccino in one hand and his other hand tucked firmly into his coat pocket. The weather in London in November wasn’t the best. It was raining early morning and cold throughout the whole day, and sometimes it even snowed, blocking cars from any access on the road.

Harry had to let his hand out of the warmth of his coat pocket so he could unlock the door to his office in the clinic. However, he was immediately greeted by the warmth inside of his office and he sighed contently before placing his foam cup on his desk, his briefcase being plonked on one of the chairs in front of the desk. Just as he sat down, there was a knock on his door and his secretary, Carol, walked in. 

‘Hello, Mr Styles,’ she greeted. ‘Good day, I hope?’

‘Carol, how many times have I asked you to call me by my first name? I don’t like being addressed as “Mr Styles”. It makes me feel old,’ Harry replied, smiling charmingly at the lady before him. 

She was younger than he was, only nineteen years old. Her hair was a chestnut brown colour, falling nicely around her shoulders until it got to the middle of her back. Her body was slim; the red velvet dress she was wearing showed off her good body. Her eyes were big, brown and bright and they were outlined by one coat of black eye liner. She was no doubt beautiful. If Harry was straight, he’d be flirting with her this instance and asking her to a nice cup of Starbucks.

Unfortunately, that was not the case and he was not straight.

‘Sorry, Harry,’ she shyly replied back. Harry continued to smile sweetly at her, one of his adorable dimples showing.

‘That’s okay, Carol. Just for the future,’ he said, fixing up the papers on his desk. ‘To answer your question before, my day has been good. Weather is shit, though, right? Anyway, what do you have for me this morning?’

Carol cleared her throat and lifted the sticky note - Harry only just noticed her holding this - closer to her eyes.

‘First off, Mr Andrews wants to see you in the meeting room to discuss Mike’s condition and how much further he has to go,’ she said and Harry winced at that. He hated this part. He hated being told that there wasn’t much life left for one of his patients that he had come so close to. Carol didn’t take notice of his wince but continued reading off the paper. ‘We also got a phone call from the hospital this morning and there’s another patient being brought in the clinic in a few days, and they assigned him to you because they’ve heard stories about you and think you’re best at the job for this man. But you should know, his problem is really severe and may be in here for a long while.’

‘What’s the situation?’ Harry asked, a little nervous of having a new patient.

‘Was in a car accident late last night, or early this morning if you want to put it better, and lost his mum at the scene.’ Harry winced. ‘She was in the passenger seat. Must have been a drunk driver because the road was clear that night, no rain. He’s in severe shock and paralyzed; can’t move at all. They think you can help him ease out of his shock and help him walk again. They’ll be telling you more tomorrow morning, I think, before the man arrives. Think you can manage?’

Harry went over it all in his head. Another patient to help and try to become attached to ... He wasn’t going to lie, this wasn’t going to be easy. Most patients didn’t even want to open up to him or become close to him, and having a patient that’s in severe shock would be much worse. But, Harry was up for the job no matter what.



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