Harry barely managed to find the gate of the college because of how drunk he was. His sight was blurred, as was his mind, and he had passed the state of being tipsy by far.

Tom was the first one to pull away. He chuckled at the sight of William. His cheeks were flushed red, his lips slightly wet, his pupils dilated, but still his eyes showed horrendous confusion. "What...?", he muttered, unable to say another word.
Tom smiled. "I should go", he said. "It's seriously getting late." William looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't say anything. Tom brushed a strand of hair out of the other man's face and slightly pecked him on the cheek.
"I hope, we'll meet again quite soon."
William nodded and Tom got up and walked towards the door.

When Harry finally managed to find his room, he had to rest against the door for a moment, so that he wouldn't fall. Unfortunately the door opened, so he still did fall with a surprised yelp. "What'ths thsat?", he slurred, as he tried to get a clear image of the person that had caught him before he could hit the ground. It wasn't Will, so much was clear.
"I'm Tom", said the tall man, and Harry tried to find a memory of an earlier encounter somewhere in his blurred mind. He didn't quite succeed. "How about sleeping?", Harry heard Tom ask in a somewhat amused tone, and only managed a nod.
"Yeths", he slurred out, then felt how the man clumsily helped him to walk over to his bed. Harry slumped down, muttered a sleepy "Thsank you", and then passed out in a state between sleep and coma.
Will looked at Thomas, a blush still evident on his cheeks. "I... uhm...", he muttered and Thomas chuckled.
"I guess I should go", the tall youth repeated, then headed towards the door a second time.
"Goodbye", Will said weakly, not quite able to really understand what exactly happened just now.
"Bye", he heard Thomas reply, then the door shut and Will was left alone with all the crazy, forbidden thoughts that tortured his mind right now.

Tom stepped out into the cool night and took a deep breath. His arm was still hurting, and he guessed it would for at least a week. He was incredibly grateful for William's help with his wound. A slight chuckle escaped him when he thought of the cute guy. He doesn't even taste bad, he thought to himself and and finally started walking out into the night.
He walked down the street in the direction of his mother's house, thinking about how peaceful it was to not ride a bike, but to walk. So much calmer.
A car passed him. Or so he thought it would do. For in the moment it reached him, it stopped abruptly, and a man jumped out. It took two seconds for Tom to realise who it was.

Robert hurried out of his car and walked over to his step son. The young man seemed perplexed when he grabbed his collar and shook him violently.
"Where have you been?", he almost screamed. Tears flooded his step son's eyes, but he was obviously trying to hide it.
"I... I've just been out for a stroll."
"Have you?", Robert spat, but let go of the boy for now. "Get in the car", he ordered and Thomas obeyed with hanging shoulders.
Robert took a deep breath and tried to swallow down his anger. The boy clearly hadn't spent an easy day.