He’s already halfway up the stairs, up to the roof that was restricted. His stomach turned, and groaned. He wanted to throw up, even with nothing in his stomach. He didn’t know why they fought, and he didn’t know why he was acting so strange again. His hands comb back into his tousled curls, and his hands don’t bother rubbing back at his tears. They’ll wash off in the rain. He gets through the door with no problem, like just telling the patients not to go in, and putting caution tape across it will keep them away.
He walks out into it, leaving the door open just in case Chance would follow along with him. His hair gets wet fast, and his fingers push back at it; and his head looks up to the sky. Closing his eyes, and feeling the distinct difference between the cold rain drops, and his warm tears. If Liam had some sort of sickness, this would definantly make him sicker.

It’s raining.
Yeah. I’m just gonna.. stay out there all night.

(Source: liam-perry)
…You know it’s not like that.
I’m going to go outside for a bit..

(Source: liam-perry)
Don’t make me sleep alone, Liam. I’m so tired of sleeping alone.
You’ll never sleep alone. I will be your pajamas, forever. Just.. just don’t stay with him.

(Source: liam-perry)
Don’t even bother. I’ll stay with Phoenix tonight.
Of course you will. Have fun.

(Source: liam-perry)
So he wakes me up, just to for you to leave me? That’s bloody fucking bullshit.
I’m not going to leave you, I’m just fucking throwing up, and I cant keep my fucking food down. I am not leaving you, I’m just fucking paranoid.

I’m pulling the beds apart, I’m sleeping alone tonight.
(Source: liam-perry)