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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37. Chapter 36 ~ Parker

Chapter 36 ~ Parker

Three days.

It's been three days since I saw Liam. It feels a hell of a lot longer than three days. I haven't showered, and I've eaten one day's worth of food in those 72 hours. Niall is both worried and happy. Worried because I've lost a few pounds and happy because there's more food for him.

The first day wasn't so bad. I was with Zayn, Louis and Niall for the whole day again. I refused to watch The Bachelor again, and instead made them watch Pretty Little Liars. Louis loved it but Zayn said it was stupid and only stayed in the room because he though Shay Mitchell was "super fit." She is stunning all the time but I rolled my eyes anyways.

"Too bad she's a lesbian." I said.

"What?" His eyes went wide.

"On the show," I clarified. "She's gay on the show, not in real life."

"Thank God." Zayn sighed.

"I like the blonde one." Niall chirped. Of course he liked her, she has blue eyes and huge boobs. Damn Ashley Benson and her perfect figure.

"That's a surprise..." I muttered and Niall threw a chip at me. I ate it, and his blue eyes watered. "You threw it. You basically killed this potato chip. I hope you're happy with yourself."

"Give it back!" Niall shouted.

I burst out laughing. "Give it back? It's probably being turn into this shit mess in my intestine right now, idiot."

"Fine," he huffed, shoving some more in his mouth. "These are my crisps."

"They're chips."

"What?"

I sat up. "They're called chips, Niall."

"In the UK they're crisps." He shrugged and ate some more. Louis went in for some and Niall just about ripped his head off.

"That's stupid." I scoffed.

"Chips are stupid." I heard the Irish boy whisper. I heard Zayn say something under his breath about us fighting like an old married couple but I chose to ignore it.

Day two was hell. The light inside me had dimmed out since the boys had a radio interview to do, so I was left alone all day. I made myself something to eat at around three p.m., took one bite, and almost threw it up. The rest went in the trash and I knew I wasn't going to eat. I didn't go on Twitter, I couldn't stand my mentions even for a second. There were some nice comment of course, but I had to hunt those down. And on my way to seek them out, I was bombarded with hurtful words, and before I could see something nice written to me the app was closed and I was fighting tears. Why couldn't I be like Amabel? She brushed it away like a fly. How? It hurts, it really fucking hurts.

Day two was when I almost called Liam, begging him to forgive me for leaving him so upset like that. My finger hovered over the green call button too many times for me to count. It's my fault I guess, this whole thing. I gave him thumbs up to tell the fans that we were dating, but little did I know it would come with all of this. I should have known better. It completely blew up in my face and now I'm sleeping on Niall's couch. I wonder how Liam is doing.

Everything reminds me of him; the sun shining in through the window, and how he lights up my world (Yes, I used the song reference. I had to; I've been listening to their music. It's so fucking weird, listening to One Direction in Niall Horan's apartment. It's really a smack in the face.); the smell of breakfast in the morning and our fights over who would cook; the way someone would drop something in the super market and how I knew he would rush over immediately and help; the way Niall leaves crumbs and food all around his apartment, and how Liam would go crazy for all the crumbs everywhere. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't shake him, and a little voice telling me in the back of my head is really annoying me.

You love him. You're in love with him. Why else would he constantly be on your mind, hmm? You can't be without him. Why isn't he with you now? What are you without him?

What was I without Liam? Honestly, I didn't want to answer that. But I admitted it to myself: without Liam, I was just a lonely girl in Miami, Florida with no family and no friends and no permanent home. I sound like a fucking hobo. I realize just how much I need him, not just mentally, but for real. He's all that I have here, no matter what he means to me romantically. If he and all the other boys were to pack up and leave I would be on the streets again. My mind starts to panic at the idea.

Day three. Day three is today, and I smell like shit. Niall took one look at me and scrunched up his nose. "Thanks, that's helping."

"You know what would? A shower."

I gave him a glare. "I don't smell that bad..."

He grimaced. "I think you're becoming immune to your stench. You must not notice it anymore."

I hit his chest. "You're such a gentleman. You really know how to sweet talk a girl."

"A girl?" He grinned, "I don't see one around?" He peered over his shoulder, and I gave a small smile, the most of one in a few days.

"Because you're being so polite about it," I sneered, sarcasm dripping from my words, "I'll take a shower and then go to the store. Do you need anything?" Big mistake there; Niall started listing off every possible food he could think of. "Never mind," I interrupted him.

"Here," he said, giving me a twenty dollar bill. Normally I wouldn't take money from him, or anyone, but I'm not exactly rolling around in the stuff. He is, but that's not the point. Since Liam, I've really begun to open up and trust people, and know that they're being nice, not pitying me like I thought.

The shower was great, I was wide awake by the time I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I didn't have a bedroom here, so I went and got my clothes and then changed in the bathroom. Thankfully Niall was in his room so he didn't see me in a towel. I blushed at the thought.

I changed quickly, for yet another hot day in the never ending cycle of hot days. It's May now, so the temperature is rising even more quickly earlier in the day than last month. I tie up my converse and skip the makeup. I hadn't put it on in three days and I didn't want to start now. After telling Niall that I was leaving I grabbed his car keys and drove to the nearest supermarket. I looked in the mirror in the car and frowned at my reflection. With not a drop of makeup and lack of sleep in the past 72 hours I looked like a zombie. I felt even worse on the inside. Purple bags hung below my eyes and acne spotted my forehead.

I found a spot in the very front of the parking lot and went inside. I was only getting a few things. Milk, eggs, chips for Niall, sunscreen, toilet paper, and some tampons. When I was getting the milk, I was looking downwards and noticed a pair of white converse. Oh no. My breath hitched in my throat and I looked up.

Liam's brown eyes meet mine and I stare wide-eyed. He's only a few feet in front of me. He's right there. I want to touch him to make sure he's real. The breath is nearly knocked out of me and I want to wrap my arms around him so much. I miss him like I've never missed anything before.

"I-I just..." I stammered, and he smiled slightly. He wore a snapback, a white t-shirt and joggers. I looked again at his white converse. They were cute.

Much to my surprise, I wasn't mad at him at all, like I was when I stormed out of his apartment. All I was feeling was this gut-wrenching feeling of loss. It felt like a ton of bricks was pushing me to him, forcing me to step closer, but I resisted. What was happening with me? I was supposed to hate him for causing all the hate I was getting, but deep down I knew that wasn't fair of me. If the roles were reversed, I wouldn't know what to do. Before I can make myself change my mind, I'm walking away, head down, like the fucking coward I am.

You're nothing without him. You're in love with him.

I almost laugh out loud at the thought of being in love with Liam Payne but then I stop and think...what else would it be? Why else would I be looking to my side, expecting him to appear and scold Niall or Louis for swearing? Why else would I be miserable without him? Why else would I secretly love the way he gives me a disapproving look when I don't pick up after myself? Why else would the hole in my chest deepen at the mere thought of life without him?

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I drop my basket, it clattering to the ground with a sound smack! People around me look over, but I ignore them, too immersed in my own thoughts to notice. I pick it up and hurry around the store gathering everything I needed. It was a blur and I don't even remember the drive back to Niall's place.

This has never happened to me before. I had always thought people were the same, that everyone was giving me things out of spite. But that's not true, and I see that now. I see that people can be caring, wonderful, concerned, truthful, faithful, and Liam has taught me most of these things. I look back to our first days knowing one another and how he acts now...what are his feelings for me? Does he love me? When I think of that, a tear streams down my face, so many emotions are clouding my thoughts.

I've never been in love before. I had never let anyone in that close, I never cared enough, I never thought that what anyone felt for me was true. I guess I could blame my parents for that: not allowing me to love, truly love. But things are different now, and I have one person to thank for that.

Liam.

Liam is the light in my life, and if my world suddenly goes black, I'll be lost in the darkness forever, but I know that he'll do everything in his power to give me light once more. And that feeling-that heart-warming, spirit lifting feeling-is what drives me to go to Amabel's apartment. I don't know what I'm going to tell her exactly, I just need someone to tell me I'm not going crazy.

Who am I kidding? Of course I know what I'm going to say. I'm going to say I love him.

I love Liam.
 

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