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.



2. Chapter 1 ~ Liam

Chapter 1 ~ Liam

“You’re on in five!"

I stood in front of the mirror and struggled to put on my belt to secure my black jeans. The tank top I was wearing was off one shoulder, the sweat already forming on my skin as a sign of anticipation.

“Need some help, there Liam?” Lou—our stylist—laughed.

“Yes, please.” I sighed. “I’m just nervous.”

“Aren’t you always nervous? Not that I could blame you, your job is pretty nerve-wracking I bet.”

I laughed as Lou fixed my belt and stood up. “You have no idea. It’s the first show of the North American Tour. Why wouldn’t I be nervous?”

“Good question. Now go, the boys are already to go and are probably looking for you.” She brushed an invisible speck of something off my shoulder and pushed me in the direction of the stage.

“There you are!” My band mate Harry Styles exclaimed when he saw me. Niall, Louis and Zayn looked up as well and gave me a pat on the back before a stage crew member handed us our microphones and counted down until we ran on stage.

Just like before every show, adrenaline rushed through my veins and gave me super-human strength. I felt like I could do anything. And the fact that I was doing something so amazing—and that I was getting paid for it—made it so much more enjoyable. The crowd erupted in cheers and screams as the five of us ran out and began the intro to our song “They don’t know about us.” It was a massive success and I loved how the fans reacted, holding up signs, waving neon glow sticks and taking pictures with their phones and cameras. It gave me such a rush knowing that they appreciated what I loved to do every day. It was such a blessing to have so many people supporting not only me, but my band mates as well.

As we sang, I could tell they loved this as much as I did. When we first met on the X-Factor, it took a while to get to know them. At first, I just saw four guys standing next to me, singing the same song. But now that they are like my brothers, I see in their eyes and the way they pour out their souls into these songs that I know this is their passion. And for that, I admire them.

When Harry is singing his solo in Heart Attack, I look more closely at the crowd, but I can only see the first few rows. Every girl—and the occasional male here and there—have looks of pure joy and happiness written all over their faces. It almost looked like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. And the way they sing along to our songs, the way they know the lyrics by heart is life-changing. The lads and I have done countless shows, done so many performances, you would think that I get used to them singing along with us. But I can’t. It’s mind blowing every time to see that they are that committed to our music.

My eyes focus on a girl with pin straight chocolate brown hair that went about to the middle of her back. She was absolutely beautiful, the kind of gorgeous that stopped you dead in your tracks if you saw her at the market. It was breath-taking. She seemed to be having a good time, dancing and singing along. I shot her a smile, and all the girls in a 3-foot radius screamed even louder. She smiled back, and my heart stopped beating for a second.

It disappeared when her attention was captured by something…her phone. But I couldn’t stare for long; my solo was coming up. I sang it while keeping one eye on her, but she wasn’t paying attention anymore.

The song was finished, so we sat down on the couch that was on the stage and answered some Twitter questions. Someone asked who was single, and Harry answered that question a little too eagerly.

“I am taken by my beautiful girlfriend, Amabel.” He said, and some fans cheered, but others booed. That’s something I don’t understand: if you are such a fan, wouldn’t you support us and love who we love?

“I have a girlfriend, but the rest of them are single.” Niall continued, which got the fans erupting in screams. I smiled and looked for the girl in the second row again, but she was gone. I brushed it off, thinking she was just a pretty girl at the concert.

I didn’t think about her after that. There were many pretty girls at every concert. Some stuck in your mind for a while, and some didn’t. When you meet as many people as I do, it’s impossible to remember their faces. I didn’t even know her name!

To finish off the show, we sang Live While we’re Young. I could tell the crowd really got into this song, since it was the last song of the night. Beach balls were being tossed around, and clips from the music video played on the huge screens behind us. The lads and I had so much energy on stage, signing with everything we had. It was such an amazing way to start the North American Tour.

I couldn’t help myself: I looked for the girl again, but like I knew, she wasn’t there, just like she had been for the last 3 songs, before the Twitter questions. I shrugged and jumped around with the crowd as Harry sang the last line of the song. When the band stopped playing, the cheers and screams were deafening.

“Thank you Miami!” I called into the microphone, thankful for such a great show.

The boys and I ran off stage, handed our mics to someone backstage, and made our way right to our dressing rooms. After a quick shower, we met up out back where Paul would drive us to a bar, along with everyone from the crew—Lou and all her co-workers, the sound system workers who were all under 30. These people were my friends, and I loved celebrating with them. It was such a success tonight; we had to do something special.

Harry found the place we pulled up to—he always had a way of locating a good bar—and I stepped out first. It seemed pretty low key with its small neon sign and parking lot. When we walked inside, it was surprisingly busy. Everyone seemed at least 25 here, so at least we wouldn’t have to face fans. I could tell some people knew who we were, but thankfully they didn’t give us a second glance.

People from our party spread out, like they usually do, to do their own thing. The club wasn’t completely dark, like some I had been to. They played great music and I knew tonight was going to be epic.

I sat down at the bar next to Niall—big surprise; note the sarcasm—and Harry. “Where’s Amabel?” I asked.

“She’s with Sam.” He answered, and then downed a shot. Sam was Amabel’s best friend and Niall’s girlfriend. Harry was really happy with Amabel, and I was glad they were together. Harry needed someone like her in his life. Someone to tell him everything was going to be okay when he was blue.

“Here ya go, mate.” Niall set a tall glass of beer in front of me.

“Thanks,” I said, and it was gone in three gulps. Sometimes, I wouldn’t get completely wasted; just a little tipsy because I hated hangovers more than anything. But tonight was different, and I was going to get drunk off my ass.

I left the bar and began dancing with a really fit girl, and what I assumed with her best friend was dancing with Zayn. The beat of “Cinema” by Shrillex was pounding in my chest and I let the alcohol take its effect.

The girl I was dancing with had blond hair—it was obviously dyed—and as soon as she told me her name I forgot it. Not that it would matter, she was just a fit girl I was dancing with. The lads that were single—all of us except for Harry and Niall—had one night stands pretty often. I did too, but not as much as they did.

For a second I thought I was going to take this girl to a hotel room or something, but then she left and began grinding on Zayn from the back, while her friend was doing the same in the front. Zayn looked like the luckiest man ever. I guess he didn’t see me dancing with the blond girl a few seconds ago, because he didn’t notice me standing there looking like an idiot.

A pang of jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks. Zayn was the one all the girls at bars went to. I don’t know what it was about him that drew in all the females, but he was always having one night stands. I think he was the one that hooked up with girls the most. Louis did that the least; I think his breakup with Eleanor really hit him hard.

When he found out Eleanor was cheating on him, he became a whole other person. He still smiled and tried to be the cheery person he was before, but something in his eyes told us differently. Amabel really helped him look at the bright side of things—God knows how she did that—and since then, he hasn’t been moping around anymore.

Harry and Niall were still at the bar, no doubt drunk already. I sat down again, still jealous that Zayn was with the two girls.

“You alright, there?” Harry slurred, slapping my back.

“Yup”—I pointed to myself, telling the bartender I needed a shot—“I was just dancing with a really fit girl.”

“Why aren’t you with her now?” Harry asked.

“She left me for Zayn. Now he has two fit girls to dance with.” I said sadly. When I get drunk, I become really upset. Everything makes me sad.

“Sorry about that.” Niall called from a few stools down, with three empty pints in front of him.

“Whatever, he can go fuck himself.” Harry laughed, and then hiccuped.

“Hey, there is no need for swearing, you know.” I slurred, getting tipsier by the minute from all the drinking I was doing.

Niall burst out laughing then went to dance. He and Harry weren’t going to have one night stands tonight. I was either; I wasn’t feeling it. Since that girl rejected me, I’ve been at the bar for the rest of the time.

A few shots later, everything from that point on was a blur; my memory completely clouded. It didn’t matter though; this North American tour was going to be bigger and better than the last. Now, a year later, we have grown and we know what we’re doing so much better.

So, I forget about Zayn, I forget about the girl I had been dancing with, and I focus on me, my friends and the night—all of which was bloody amazing.

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