All Your Little Things - Larry Stylinson

"Louis it hurts." Harry sobbed, his legs shaking as he tried his hardest to control the inevitable.

"Harry I'm right here. I'll stay right here."


Harry Styles was diagnosed with PGAD (persistent genital arousal disorder) when he was 15 years old. He's been the target of teasing, bullying and harassment for a year. Louis Tomlinson is Harry's best and only friend. He's the only one un-bothered by Harry's disorder, other than Harry's mother. Louis wants to show Harry he can be loved, but Harry has a hard time believing he's worth anything.


Contains: self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts


1. One

Harry's point of view...






That's what I felt every day of my life, every second of my life. The throbbing never left. The pain never left. That part of my body doesn't have an off switch. It never rests. It's always... on (pun not intended).

I had my episodes in class. In church. In the library. Walking down the street. With family. In front of my best friend. And that was the worst for me. Louis Tomlinson. The only boy un-bothered by the fact that I orgasm nearly 50 times a day. I hated having episodes in front of him, mainly because it was embarrassing. And also because... well, sue me, but I'm in love with him.

Yeah. The gay guy who jizzes uncontrollably. Sounds like a shitty sit-com if you ask me. But Louis was never bothered. In fact, he grew more and more supportive each time my leg twitched, each time I sobbed for hours, each time I broke down endlessly. He was always there, and I didn't understand why. Everyone else thought I was a freak. Even me.

Tired, sad and throbbing, I dragged myself to chemistry class. Last period of the day. The class that held my worst enemy... Zayn Malik. He always found a way to make me come in class. To embarrass me. Humiliate me. Make me feel worthless.

And it didn't help that Louis always got to class 5 minutes late.

As soon as I walked in, it began.

He smirked, I looked down, his friends approached me. I knew the drill. People started snickering already, they knew what was to come.

With nerves, excitement, strong emotions, anything, the throbbing got worse. Every little thing set me off. They knew that, but they didn't care. Why should they? It's not like I mattered anyways. I'm just a freak. The freak who moans during math tests. The freak who twitches his leg as an orgasm hits. The freak who -

"Hey freak."


A couple of his friends snickered and took their positions, grabbing my arms. My heart rate sped up. "Please don't please don't.." I plead helplessly. Zayn chuckled and began grinding his knee against my crotch. The instant friction made me gasp as I felt my body begin to contract.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

The kids in the class laughed relentlessly. To them, it was a joke. I was a joke. Nothing more and nothing less. One big, messy joke.

I gasped and shut my eyes as I felt the white hot spurts hit the fabric of my boxers. Zayn collapsed into himself with laughter. Tears burned my eyes, my cheeks began heating up. All I heard was laughing. That's all I ever heard in this school.

I stumbled my way out of the class, running blindly through my tears down the hallway. Then I heard a familiar whistle.


"Harry?" I heard him say.

I faced him with tears running down my cheeks.

He knew what happened.

It always happens.

He sighed and came to my side, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "Shhh, it's okay Harry. I'm here, I'm right here. It's gonna be okay. Wanna tell me what happened?"

I sobbed in his shoulder, my body shaking. He rubbed soft circles on my back, trying to console me. "H-Home." I stuttered. "Take me home Louis."

My teachers were all very understanding. Made sure Louis was in all my classes. Let me go home if I needed to. Emailed me all my work. Last year I was even given a free tutor because the bullying got so bad.

I felt Louis nod, "Sure Harry. Come on, let's get you home. Do you need to change bub?"

I didn't have a spare pair of boxers. I shook my head in embarassment. He rubbed my arms softly with the pads of his thumbs. "Don't worry. You can change at home yeah?"

He walked me to his car, arm around my waist. He always made me feel safe. But I knew it was only a matter of time before another episode got me. The vibrations of car rides always triggered me. And I hated having them in front of Louis... I hated it.

Louis knew what I was feeling.

"Harry," he cooed in my ear. "We talked about this okay? I don't mind. I won't look at you okay? We dont even have to talk. Just hold my hand through the ride. I'll be right there."

I nodded slowly and got into the car. Louis turned the ignition and off we were. At first it was okay, but after 5 minutes the throbbing intensified. I gripped the seat of the car and gasped sharply. An episode had arrived.

I squeezed my eyes shut, silent tears falling down my cheeks. It was a normal reaction now, to cry whenever an episode took over my body. I wished with everything in me that I could control it. But I knew I couldn't.

I felt a hand grasp mine and looked over to see Louis' eyes focused on the road. I smiled gratefully. He never watched me, because he knew I was humiliated. He squeezed my hand softly, rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand.

My back arched off the seat, I moaned reluctantly and I came.

Louis pulled into the driveway of my house as I came down from my climax. I wiped my eyes, my bottom lip trembling. He reached over and ran his hand through my curls. I loved when he did that. "You're okay Harry. It's over now." He whispered softly, massaging my scalp with his fingers.

Slowly I turned to look at him, he smiled warmly at me. "Come here bub." He whispered and wrapped his arms around my body. I sank into his embrace, my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating. This whole disorder was a little more bearable with Louis by my side. 

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