Humane (Liam Payne)

{BOOK 2 - COMPLETE} On the outside, Parker Harrison's life seems perfect. A loving family of her and her brother, Garrett and their parents. But behind closed doors, things are not as they seem. Garrett moves out as soon as he can, getting as far away as possible with the ability to still see Parker, leaving her to feel empty and guilty.

When she runs away from home, and her parents report her missing, the last thing she wants is to be found. When she crashes into Liam Payne, things start to change. He becomes an unlikely ally to staying hidden, and he opens up his arms to her.

Liam is desperate to find out why Parker is the way she is. And when he does, it's in no way what he expected.

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29. Chapter 28 ~ Parker

Chapter 28 ~ Parker

Once Harry gave me my phone back I realized I was having a great time. I hadn’t thought about Garrett since they had come over. And it was…nice. I missed laughing and smiling. These boys made me happy, and not just for their music: for them. They brought life to me just like they did with their fans. They touched the hearts of so many people without even realizing it.

Yes, I knew Liam was staring at me most of the time, but honestly, I didn’t mind. Since he sang that song I’ve felt this vibe between us and things have certainly changed. I feel oddly safe with him. It’s odd because he’s so sweet, I know he wouldn’t hurt a fly yet I know he would do anything for me. Something surges in the pit of my stomach and it almost knocks me to the ground.

What’s this feeling? Why is it that whenever he looks at me it seems like he’s staring at me with such longing, but more importantly—why do I do the same with him? Whenever I’m around him, I feel protected, I feel whole. And since I’ve been deprived on that for so many years, I want it—need it—more than anything. It’s something I’m chasing.

But I don’t mind.

*****

That was two days ago. This morning, the swelling in my ankle has gone away and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Louis was hugely relieved since he didn’t want to “feel guilty anymore.” I woke up—surprisingly—in a great mood. I skipped to the shower and fifteen minutes later I was getting dressed in my favorite converse, light jean cut-off shorts and a cerulean t-shirt. When I get to the kitchen, Liam’s sitting at the table with a cup of tea in front of him while he scrolls through Twitter. I never understood British people and tea. Coffee is much better.

“Want some tea?” He asked me.

“No,” I chuckled, as if he said that to annoy me, even though I didn’t say it aloud.

“What’s funny?” He smiled, standing up and setting his mug in the sink.

“Nothing, I just never understood why British people like tea so much.” I shrugged.

Liam laughed and smiled widely. His smile was adorable. “It’s better for you than coffee.”

I shrugged again. “So? I always see British people drinking it. Only British people, I might add.” Were we seriously discussing coffee and tea?

“I always see Americans drinking coffee.” He pointed out.

“’Cause it’s better!” I cried, throwing my hands in the air. Liam just shook his head, and I chuckled lightly.

“Have you even had tea?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Not…exactly.” I mumbled. Okay, I’ve never had it but people always told me it was gross, and I never wanted to try it after hearing that.

Liam’s eyes widened. “I’m making you some.”

“No, Liam, you don’t have to. It’s fine really,” I protested as he started filling the pot with water. “It’s not a big deal.”

“For us English folk it is,” he winked, taking out the tea bags.

Soon enough, there was a steaming mug of green tea in front of me. “What do I put in it?” I asked.

“Anything you want. Sugar, honey, milk, or some people put nothing inside.”

“That’s a tough decision to make.” I teased.

“You can do it.”

“Fine,” I huffed. I put in a spoonful of sugar and a drop of honey. Liam was watching my every move so diligently it was making me nervous. “Why do you do that?” I blurted.

“D-Do what?” He stuttered, looking away.

“Stare at me,” I mumbled, playing with my fingers.

“I don’t know. Sorry.” He flushed, and I did too. There was an awkward silence before he said, “You going to try it?”

“Yeah, okay.” I said, and picked up the mug, bringing it to my lips. Liam leaned forward in anticipation. The drink was sweet but a little bitter at the same time. It was hot, and I felt it running down my throat. It was very good.

“Well?” pressed Liam.

“It’s great,” I shot him a grin, one he returned.

“Better than coffee?”

I frowned. “Don’t push it.”

He laughed and a warm feeling was spreading through my heart, my chest, my whole body really. The fact that I was the one to make Liam smile was…empowering. It was then that I knew what I wanted to do with this feeling inside me. I wanted to give someone I cared about—that being Liam—something I never truly had. Love. People always talk about it in the movies but this is real life, things are different. I want to make Liam smile, make him laugh; make him do anything, as long as I get to be around him. No one’s made me feel like this before and so I want to do as much for him as possible. I know deep, deep down he pities me—even if it’s just a little bit—so I don’t want him to feel obligated to keeping me around. I want him to want to have me around. And I’ll stay. He makes me happy, there’s nothing more to it. When I thought I would be in my dark hole of loneliness forever, he was the one to come and lead me to the light.

“What did you want to do today?  Harry and Parker are going out I think. Want to call Louis?”

“Sure,” I answered, and pulled out my phone. “Hey Louis!” I chirped when he answered.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” the Doncaster boy noticed.

“What are you doing today?” I asked him.

Louis sighed. “Nothing, we don’t have another interview until tomorrow.”

“Great! Want to come over?” Liam asked. Louis was on speaker phone.

“How about we go out? I’m sick of the inside.”

“Fine with me,” I agreed. “We’ll meet you on the corner of First and Maple.”

After I hung up, Liam went to put on jeans and a white t-shirt. It was a simple outfit but it suited him really well. I noticed he was wearing converse too, and it was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. I smiled but didn’t say anything as we left the apartment. When we got to First and Maple Louis was already there.

“How did you get here so fast?” I asked.

“I was already out.” Louis answered. The streets were almost bare. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I thought it would be busier.

For a long time now no one has mentioned me on the news or in the paper. I think things have gone down and now I can go out in public without anyone knowing who I am. It’s nice; normal. “Where to?” Liam asked.

“I know a great store just around the corner!” I suggested, and we began walking. Just as we rounded the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. My breath got caught in my throat. Liam—who was walking behind me—bumped into my back.

“Sorry,” He said. “Hey, are you okay? Parker?”

Frantically, I grabbed his hand and pointed to them. There they were, sitting on a park bench: my mom and dad. Liam saw them as well and pulled me behind his back, concealing me from their sight. “What’s goin’ on?” Louis asked.

“Not important, we have to get Parker out of here, right now.” Liam whispered.

I couldn’t speak, and I was frozen with fear. Panic was rushing through me and I felt walls closing in around me. I couldn’t look at them without being sick to my stomach. It was taking everything I could not to run over there and punch them and curse them out for what they did to Garrett. Hiding behind Louis and Liam, I walked back to the car, only it was too late.

“Parker?”

I hadn’t heard my mother speak in so long. It felt like forever, only I didn’t miss it. Liam grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away but I snatched my hand back. “It’s fine.” I told him, but he pleaded with his eyes for me to come with him. I shook my head. “It’s too late.”

My mother and father were soon in front of me with tears in their eyes. I held back a snort. “Oh my God, where have you been? We reported you missing to the police! You scared us! Are you hurt? Come home, please.” My mother pleaded. “We have to call 911, let them know we found you. They’ll be relieved to know that you’re no longer missing.”

“Mom,” I said, cutting her off. When they tried wrapping their arms around me I slapped them away and took a step back. “I wasn’t missing okay? I was fine, I’m fine. I’m not a little girl anymore, alright? I’m now 19 years old.”

“That’s nonsense—”

“Dad, don’t.” I snapped. It was getting harder and harder to hold back everything I’ve been bottling up since I ran away. Technically, I moved out. But for them, my leaving was the end of the world.

“Sweetie, we love you, come home.” My mom tried to reasoned with me, but that broke me. I snapped, and I exploded.

“You don’t love me!” I screamed. “You never did and you never will! And I don’t love you. You know why? Because you treated your own son like shit! What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn’t know what you were doing until it was too late! I should have called the cops on you and let you rot in jail until you fucking rot!”

The look on their faces was a mixture of shock and anger. They were never angry at me. No matter what I did. They always punished Garrett, though, even if he did nothing wrong. “Excuse me? Your brother is sick, he needed treatment, but he refused. We didn’t want such a disgrace in this family!” My father snapped at me.

“Disgrace? Disgrace? Are you serious? Nothing is wrong with Garrett! He isn’t sick, it’s who he is! Being his parents you’re supposed to love and support him no matter who he loves, not treat him like fucking dirt! Nothing is wrong with being gay. You’re afraid of what you don’t know, you’re all cowards!” I screamed, no doubt my face red with anger. “And I’m not perfect okay? Garrett was the one who got better grades, Garrett was the one who got a job and whose life is meaningful and full of purpose! What’s my life right now? Nothing. I’m stuck in this tiny town with you. You people who made me feel like I was doing right when I wasn’t. Garrett was. Yet you praised me and made him your personal punching bag! I heard you, I fucking heard you hit him. Over and over again like it was some sick game! And the worst part?”—I stepped closer and pointed a finger at them—“I did nothing about it. Nothing. I let you treat your own son like he was worthless. What kind of people are you? I’m done. I’m so done with you and I’m calling the police on you where hopefully they’ll take you away from me, from this town.”

I let out a breath and saw from the corner of my eye as Louis and Liam watched with wide eyes. My parents wore the same expression. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, my mother’s hand connected with my cheek.

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