The under current of anger that was there when he was talking to Paul has boiled to the surface, making him shake with the exertion it takes to not let it out, to throw things and punch the wall before he even gets to his room. He keeps his head down as he makes his way through the winding hallways, ignoring the curious looks he get. He keeps his hands clenched in fists, and he can feel the sharp sting from where his nails have broken in to the skin of his palm, drawing out blood. He craves the coldness that he can feel radiating from the wall of the hallway, he leans his forehead against the wall and lets the coldness of it draw out the heat he can feel radiating off him, making his clothes stick to himself with sweat.
He can feel his entire body begin to shake, it reminds him of when he was in primary school and he would hide in the custodian's closet to avoid getting bullied, he would hold his breath as he heard their voices, taunting him, calling him out. He would flatten himself on the cold linoleum tiles and look under the small strip of space between the door and the ground, attempting to spot any feet pounding along the corridors. And when he saw none he would open the door, his hand shaking from how scared he was as he wrapped it around the door-handle, slowly twisting it and pushing the door open.
He's interrupted from his memory by a hand on his shoulder, the hand is steady and warm on his shoulder, weighting him down, dragging him below the floor. He shrugs it off and makes a noise of discomfort.
"Hey, let's get you to your room, yeah?"
His eyes snap open when he recognizes the voice. He turns around and leans his upper back on the wall, crossing his arms and looking at the boy in front of him.
"You're Harry, yeah?" He asks as he nods at the boy.
"Yeah, c'mon mate lets get you to your room." he says as he tries to wrap his arm around Liam's shoulders and pull him from the wall.
Liam shoves Harry backwards when he tries to put his arm around him and starts walking briskly away.
"I don't need your help, mate" He snarls, the last word rolling of his tongue like venom.
He stomps away, his footsteps reverberating through the hallway and in to Harry's ears.
"Hey I was just trying to help you. Why are you in such a fucking bad mood?"
Liam stops and turns around, staring at Harry like he's fucking insane.
"Why.... Did- I'm sorry but- what? Why am I in such a bad mood? Because Harry! Because my entire life has just been turned upside down and apprently I'm some fucking freak who can control fire or something! Or actually, I can't even control it because I fucking..." At this point Liam has started running his fingers through his hair, mussing it up. When he looks at Harry he can see the tears in his eyes, "...I fucking killed a little girl." His voice breaks in the middle, catching a bit. Harry walks up to him slowly, stopping right in front of him. They're so close that Harry can feel Liam's harsh breath's on his lips, he gives Liam a chance to push him away before he leans in and wraps his arms around him, encompassing Liam in a deep hug.
He can feel Liam push his face in to the crook of his neck, and if he feels the wetness of tear drops on his skin he doesn't mention it. He begins to rock them back and forth and whispering soothing words in to Liam's hair. After a few minutes Harry pulls back and looks at Liam, cradling Liam's face in his hands, wiping his thumbs underneath Liam's eyes to wipe off the excess tears still there.
"Let's get you back to your room, yeah?"
Liam nods slightly and lets Harry wrap his arm around his shoulders and lead him through the hallways and towards his room.
When they finally get there and make there way inside Liam collapses on the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets that are from his own bed at home and breathing in the comforting smell.
