I'm with the band

14

After Harry finishes with the water, I dab off whatever crusted blood surrounded his nose and face, got a couple of ice packs for him and helped him walk to the bathroom.

I lock the door and make him sit on top of the sink, with his back to the mirror on top of the counter.

I throw out the remains of my bloodied shirt that he used for his nose into the trash.
Then, I grab a fresh rag that I found on the faucet of Ashton's bathtub.

I pull the lever of the faucet and turn it to become hotter.
As warm water begins to run out of the faucet, I put my hand underneath it, feeling it trickle on my skin.

I set the wet cloth underneath the soothing warm water and wring it inside the bath.
With Harry sitting at the sink, his eyes almost completely shut, I run the cloth right under his nose and very gently, clean his face.

"That feels nice." Harry coos, making me smile as I wipe his face.

"Yeah?" I ask him laughing, still wiping the blood which was coming off with ease.

He made me laugh when he acted so soft.
You wouldn't think this is the same guy that just took a harsh beating for me.

"Yeah." He says, his eyes closed, but a full smile curving up his lips.

The warm bath water was still running, so I put the clog in.

I take one of the two small ice packs I grabbed earlier and set it on his eye, but he gestures for me to put it down.

"Harry, it's gonna hurt more later if I don't ice it down now." I say, keeping it on.
"Hold still."

His shoulders go down, as he sighs, frustrated.
I finish icing his eye and then I do his lip.

"At least this part oughta shut you up for a bit." I say as a joke smirking, and he gives me a look.

Once the bath is ready, I turn off the water pressure and look at Harry.

How am I gonna do this?
He was a little sweaty from the fight, and I wasn't sure if he had any bruises or cuts on his torso.
So I wanted to make sure that if he had any cuts on his body, I'd tend to them, but he needed to be undressed for that.

And well, he's an adult man, or so I'm debating right now.
But he's not fully conscious at the moment, so I kept wondering as to how to undress him.

Just then, I had an idea.
"Harry get off the counter a second." I say, as he does and I help him off.

I sit there instead, and we trade places.
"Okay." I sigh.
"Arms up."

He grumbles, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Harry, arms up, cmon." I say as I make him lift his arms in the air, talking to him as if he were a baby and I gently take off his shirt.

"It's cold." He says, folding his arms, and I stroke them a little bit to keep him somewhat warm.

"I know, you'll be nice and warm in just a second." I say as I unbutton, unzip and remove his pants and socks so that he's just in his boxer briefs.
"Alright, come on." I say, taking his hand and he gets in the tub, one foot at a time.

He finally sits inside and I run the warm water through his hair and use some of Ashton's shampoo and conditioner.

I pump some of the shampoo into my hand and run it through his hair gently.
Making suds, I tangle my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp the best I could.

I hear him hum, smiling as I'm washing his hair.

When I'm done washing it, I rinse it, put conditioner and repeat the cycle.