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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33. Chapter 32 ~ Parker

Chapter 32 ~ Parker

When Liam kissed me, I wasn’t expecting it, yet at the same time, something in the back of my mind told me that I’d been waiting for it. At first I didn’t kiss him back because I was too surprised and because I didn’t know why he was doing this but then I gave in and it felt so good. His lips were soft and his kiss was gentle, yet at the same time desperate. My body felt like it was being ignited in flames. His breath filled my mouth and I pictured Liam and I together. I pictured us doing this every day, him coming home from work and I greet him with a smile on my face. Yeah, I could do that.

And it scares the shit out of me. I’ve never had these strong of feelings before—for anyone—and I don’t know what to call it. It isn’t love. Right? I don’t know the depth of Liam’s feelings for me, but I know he won’t leave me. I know that. I could tell from the way his brown eyes bore into mine that I would be safe with him. He’s my life preserve, whenever I’m drowning I can look to him to save me.

*****      

When Liam says he’s taking me to a baseball game, I almost laugh at the situation. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be going to a baseball game with Liam Payne. Never. “Like…like a date?” I had asked him nervously. The thought of tomorrow being a date pleased me very much.

He smiled and said, “Yes, like a date. If that’s what you want it to be.”

I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to tell him how much I liked the idea of a date with him.

*****

The next morning I wake up and stare at the ceiling. The clock on my nightstand says it’s a little past eleven in the morning. I groan, rolling over to find sleep again. I usually sleep really late. But I can’t, the knot in my stomach is keeping me awake. I can’t wait for today, so I get up and take a shower. I get dressed in jean shorts, a plain black tank top and my converse. It’s going to be close to one hundred degrees today in Miami, so I tie my hair in a ponytail, applying minimal makeup.

When I get to the kitchen, I’m surprised to see Liam already dressed, wearing shorts, a black t-shirt and a Batman snapback. On his feet were converse, like mine. We’re matching almost. He noticed me standing there and smiled, then laughed at our similar outfits.

“Nice hat.” I smiled, and tilted it so it rested to the right on his head.

“Nice shoes.” He threw back, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I don’t know what I was hugging him for. I guess it was because I could. Something made me brave enough to do that. Where did all of this affection come from? I’m usually not into the whole cuddling, kissing, and hugging the entire time thing. But with Liam I feel like I can be myself.

He hugs me back and when I pull away, he raises a brow. “What was that for?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.” I feel my cheeks flush and hear Liam’s laugh as he kisses my nose.

“We better go if we want to get there in time to find our seats. The drive is pretty long.”

“How long?”

“About two hours.” He replied.

I didn’t mind. More time to talk with Liam and get to know him. I realized just how little I knew about him. I knew his birthday, parent’s names, hometown, and favorite food, but that was from all the hours I spend on Tumblr. Don’t tell him I said that. “That’s fine.”

Liam locked up the apartment and off we went. Liam’s car was amazing. I don’t know what kind it is but I’m not asking him, for I don’t want him to go on a rant about cars. I never cared for them. “Want some music?” he asked.

“Yeah, let me plug in my phone. I want you to listen to this song,” I replied, getting excited as I talked about my favorite band. I clicked on my album by The Script and sang along to every word. They’re such an amazing band. I don’t really have a favorite.

Liam listened intently to the lyrics, and it made me happy that he was taking an interest in what I was into. “I never really listened to The Script before. I like them.” He smiled, and I smiled wider than he did.

“I’m glad you like them. I’ve always wanted to go to see them live.”

“Maybe I could take you.” He whispered. I almost didn’t hear him. I chose to ignore that comment, but my stomach fluttered at the thought of seeing The Script. If Liam were there I would enjoy it so much more, too.

The rest of the drive was mostly silent, me showing Liam some songs and artists that I liked. He teased me a lot when I was singing along to Cody Simpson’s “Pretty Brown Eyes”. Having brown eyes, I loved it to death. Liam introduced me to some music as well, and I noticed how well we communicate. I love that he listens to me, and even if he doesn’t agree with what I say, he still tries to understand my point of view.

Time goes by so quickly and before I know it we’re pulling into the parking lot. In that moment I realize that Liam might get stopped by fans, and they might take pictures of us together. What if we’re in the magazines? What if my parents see?

“Hey, are you alright?” Liam asked me, his brow creasing in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied.

“No you’re not. What’s wrong babe?”

I ignored the fact that my heart leaped when he called me babe and told him anyways. “Won’t people see us together? What will they think? Will they hate me?” My mind was running a million miles a minute.

“They won’t hate you, I promise. How could they?” He grabs my hand in his and gives me a warm smile, one that I’m growing fond of. “Just hold onto me, and try to enjoy yourself.”

I nod and he gives my hand another squeeze before we get out and walk to the entrance. The line is long and I don’t even know who’s playing today but we find our seats alright once the guy at the gate scans our tickets. No one approaches us, but I feel like we’re being watched. We probably are, and I know the pictures will be online by tonight. It keeps nagging in the back of my mind, but I push it away and hold Liam’s hand tighter.

When we sit down I ask Liam who’s playing. “Who is playing today? I didn’t really look at the tickets.” I admitted.

“Miami Marlins are playing against the Chicago White Sox.” He said, and I nodded.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Chicago.” I said aloud.

Liam looked at me and frowned. “There are some bad neighborhoods there, you know. It could be dangerous. You shouldn’t go there alone.”

I burst out laughing. “Liam, I’m not going now, but I appreciate your concern.  And you know how amazing it is there right? You’ve been.”

“Yeah, it’s a great city. The accents are so weird there.” He laughed.

“They’re probably saying the same thing about you.” I pointed out.

“True.” He agreed.

The game started and I was having a wonderful time. The crowd was great and I cheered with everyone. When we hit a homerun I threw my arms around Liam and pulled away, cheeks flushed. Why was I so embarrassed? I knew Liam cared for me and it was obvious to me that I had feelings for him—whatever the depth of those feelings may be—so why was I so shy around him? It seemed so silly. I had no reason to be.

I grabbed his hand when we sat down again and he wore such a wide smile. The game was over before I knew it, and we won. As we were leaving the stadium, Liam wanted to buy me a t-shirt with “MIAMI MARLINS” written on it. I declined his offer but he got me one anyways.

“They only had XL left.” He told me sheepishly when he came back.

“That’s alright.” I laughed, and held it up to myself. It reached my knees, but I loved it. It was perfect.

“Let’s go then.”

I grabbed his hand for the millionth time that day and we walked back to the car. After searching for a while in the lot, we found his car. Before he opened the door for me, I was pinned against the side and Liam’s lips were on mine. Surprised, I kissed him back nonetheless. His hand held my waist in place and I ran my fingers through his hair.

I was out of breath when he pulled away. He stared into my eyes and kissed me quickly once more. “What was that for?”  I asked, kicking a small rock at my feet. Seems like we have been asking each other that a lot lately.

“I wanted to, for one. Two, you were so wonderful back there. I know you were worried about the fans but you did so amazing. Thank you.” His thumb stroked my cheek and I smiled at him.

“You’re welcome. It means a lot to me, and it was easy because you were with me.” I said, and he kissed my nose before he jogged to the driver’s side.

*****

I must have fallen asleep during the drive because when I woke I was in Liam’s arms and he was struggling to open the door to the apartment.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled, opening one eye.

“Not much.” He replied honestly and I smiled at his incapability to open the door, too tired to manage a laugh.

“Sorry.” I muttered.

"Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep.” He whispered, and got the door open. He walked me to my room—I’ve decided to call it that now—and laid me on the bed. He untied my shoes and pulled the blanket over my chest. He kissed my forehead and I was started to doze off.

“Liam?” I slurred.

“Yeah, love?” He asked softly.

“Thanks for today. I had a…great time.” My words weren’t exactly easy to understand, and the last thing I remember is the sound of the door clicking before I fell into unconsciousness. 

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