His Secret Bodyguard

Part 12

**4:35AM**

I jumped when he suddenly woke back up. He started puking again, and I went back out on the balcony, hating that I was the one dealing with this..

This time, 45 minutes went by, and he started screaming for me again. I sighed, exhausted with taking care of this drunken-mess of a man.

"Brynn!" He screamed again, and I got up, walking into the bathroom. I immediately turned around, covering my eyes. "Harry what the fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed, somehow even more annoyed with him. "Can you help me get in the shower?" He asked. "No; put your fucking clothes back on." I stated.

"Please. Look, I'll start the water." He said, somehow managing to reach the faucet. He turned the shower on. "Harry, I'm not helping you shower. Put your clothes back on, and go get in bed like a normal person." I said, still covering my eyes. I heard him struggling to stand up off the ground, and felt his hand on my shoulder.

"No. I'm not helping you." I said, extremely uncomfortable with the fact that he was standing behind me, completely naked. "I just need help getting over the edge of the tub." He commented, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was covering my eyes.

He pulled my hand off my eyes, and I kept them shut. I felt him pulling me, and opened my eyes just a little, to make sure I wasn't running into anything. I kept my eyes open, but angled completely away from him. He was holding onto my arm, using it to keep him standing. It was difficult to hold his weight up while also focusing on averting my eyes, but I managed.

He made it over the edge of the tub, and I used my other hand to pull the curtain shut so I couldn't see him. He still was holding onto my arm, using it for balance. "Harry, let go of me and use the wall." I said, feeling my arm getting wet.

He let go of my arm and not a second later I heard him fall. I groaned. "Harry are you ok?" I asked, not wanting to have to open the curtain.

He groaned. "I need your arm." He said quietly, barely audible over the water. "Why?" I asked, not wanting to reach into the shower, where I didn't know where anything was. I sighed, not hearing him respond. "Harry?" I called out. Nothing. I called his name again, really not wanting to see any more of him then I already had.

I heard him groan again. I hesitantly reached my arm into the shower, and after a few seconds, felt his hand grab onto it. He pulled himself into a sitting position, holding onto my arm.

He somehow managed to wash his hair with one hand. I had to hand him his toothbrush and everything. Because he apparently wanted to do that in the shower. After he was done, he turned the shower off. I sighed, feeling him rest his head against my arm. "Harry, don't you dare pass out again. Put this towel on; or at least over you." I said, managing to reach one of the towels. I tossed it over the curtain rod, and he moved a little when it hit him.

"I'm covered... I think." He murmured, and I pulled the curtain back. I hesitated, before looking over at him. He was sitting in the tub, the towel somewhat unfolded, lying over his lap, barely covering anything except what needed to be covered. He had his head resting on my arm, his eyes closed. "Harry, I need my arm. Lean against the wall of the tub." I said, trying to pull my arm out from under his wet head.

It took him a minute, but he slowly leaned to the side, his head falling against the wall. The towel got pulled with the movement and I quickly averted my eyes. "Harry.. Ok. Um." I was tired, and couldn't think on my feet like I usually could..

He let his hand fall off of my arm, and he fixed the towel.  "I want tosleep." He mumbled, starting to fall backwards. I groaned, quickly moving and grabbing his shoulders, managing to push him back into a sitting position. I was now sitting on the edge of the tub, one leg in, and one leg out.

I reached another towel, pulling it over his shoulders, drying him off more, squeezing the water out of his hair. "That feels nice." He murmured, his lips barely moving. He was barely conscious, and I looked around for anything helpful. I stood up, grabbing one of the hotel robes. "Harry, get up. You can't sleep in the tub." I said, although I definitely considered that option for a while. "And keep yourself covered this time." I stated. He let out a small groan in protest when I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

It took another thirty minutes just to get him to stand up on his own. It was now 6:15AM, and I was exhausted from not having slept since this time yesterday.

The only thing covering him was the towel, which he was holding over his crotch with one hand. He had his eyes shut. "Ok, you need to get out of the tub. Open your eyes, Harry." I said, walking over with the robe. I knew he would drop the towel at any given moment, so I quickly pulled the robe over each of his arms, and managed to get it tied in front with my eyes looking the other way.

He slowly started falling backwards, and I had to jump halfway into the tub, holding him up, his head falling limp onto my shoulder. I groaned. "Stand up." I got out, trying to push his dead-weight the other way. His feet were sliding and I saw it coming before it happened. But, the tub was too slippery for me to stop it.

His legs went out from under him and I couldn't hold that much weight, so he collapsed onto me. I fell into the tub, groaning when he landed on top of me, knocked out once again.

Luckily, his robe had somehow stayed shut, but I was still uncomfortable. I struggled under his weight. There wasn't much room for him to go, and it was hard to move when there was nowhere to push him. He groaned, coming back into a semi-conscious state. "Harry, get off of me." I stated, and he was still really groggy.

He started mumbling incoherent things. "Harry, come on." I said, trying to push him off of me again. "Mm no." He mumbled, and I went still, feeling him turn his head into my neck. "Ok, no. You aren't doing that." I said, feeling his lips lock around one of my collar bones.

"Just once more before we leave." He murmured against my skin. I groaned, realizing he didn't know who I was or where he was.

"Harry, stop." I said, feeling his lips trail up my neck and beneath my jaw, lightly sucking on the spot beneath my ear. He moved a little, greatly helping me with getting out from under him. I slowly managed to get up, the back of my t-shirt now soaking wet. I sighed, turning back to face the tub. He was unconscious again. I rolled my eyes, throwing my hair up into a loose ponytail, getting impatient.

I had to drag him out of the tub, which took a lot out of me. It took even more to get him out of the bathroom and onto the bed. That part definitely wasn't easy, and I almost considered leaving him on the floor. I was glad that I was at least somewhat in shape.. I tried to stand back up, my arm stuck underneath him. I sighed, pulling on it. Every time I got my arm out a little more, he would roll back on top of it more. And, I didn't want him falling off the bed again.

I could see the beginning of the sunrise when I looked towards the balcony, and was completely exhausted. I grabbed one of the pillows, shoving it between Harry and I, and let myself fall asleep there, the back of my t-shirt still wet from falling in the tub....