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.



14. Chapter 13 ~ Liam

Chapter 13 ~ Liam

When I woke up, I had to remind myself that I wasn’t alone in this apartment. Just down the hallway was Parker, and I knew she was awake by the noise that was happening in the kitchen. It smelled like she was making breakfast, and I smiled. That was nice—and so unlike her.

“Something’s bothering you, Parker. What is it? Are you okay?” A Bradford accent said. I raised an eyebrow. Zayn was here? I got up and pulled on a t-shirt before walking out, and I could faintly hear the two talking, although it wasn’t clear what it was about. “…And you get used to him eventually.” Zayn said.

"Get used to whom eventually?” I asked when I rounded the corner. Zayn and Parker both looked at me, seeming surprised that I was standing there.

“You,” Zayn said, and I raised my eyebrow again, but let it go and went to the kitchen, prepared to make breakfast.

Just then, Parker snatched the eggs out of my hand. “I got it, don’t worry,” she said, walking over to the stove.

I blinked. Was she doing something for me? I thought that she was rude and didn’t do anything for anyone else. “No, Parker. You don’t have to do that.” I said.

“Yes, I do.” She shot back, standing her ground.

I smirked. “I think I can make my own breakfast.”

“How do you take your eggs?” She asked, completely brushing aside my comment.

“Over easy.” I sighed, giving up. She won this time. She didn’t even turn around, but in a few minutes she set the plate in front of me. Who knew Parker Harrison could cook? I smiled and pulled out the chair for her. My face fell when she scoffed and left the room to sit with Zayn.

Why did she do that? She made it clear that she wasn’t all smiles and manners, so it didn’t make sense why she was being nice. She said she didn’t like owing people anything, but it wasn’t like I saved her from a serial killer. I gave her a place to stay, that’s it. Nonetheless, I was happy she wasn’t ignoring me. After I was done eating, I washed the dishes and put them away, then sat down next to Parker on the couch.

“Thank you.” I said.

“I had to.” She said plainly, not even looking at me.

I was confused. “You did?”

“Yeah, Liam I did. Because for some reason you’re being nice to me and I have no idea why. You’re letting me stay here, and I have no other way to repay you, and I don’t like owing people anything. I can’t give you anything back because I have nothing.” She looked at me now, frowning and studying my face.

What was she talking about? She didn’t have to repay me! It wasn’t a big deal. And why wouldn’t I be nice to her? Yeah, she wasn’t the nicest person out there at times, but she wasn’t a terrible person—I knew she wasn’t. “You don’t have to owe me anything. Just accept it and leave it. It’s okay.” I tried to tell her, but she wasn’t having it.

“No it’s not.” And then she grabbed her bag and stormed down the hallway to the bathroom.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” Zayn asked as soon as we heard the door close.

I put my face in my hands. “I have no idea.” I mumbled. “I don’t understand her! I just wanted to help and she thinks that she has to do everything for me.”

“She’s weird mate. But pretty fit, if that counts for anything.” He grinned. I gave him a death glare and his smile evaporated. “Do the other lads know?”

“No one but you knows. I think it’s best if they found out from me than from walking in on her somewhere.” I said, pulling out my phone to call Harry. Once I was dialing, Zayn turned the TV to Seinfeld reruns.

“Hello? Liam?” Harry asked when he picked up.

“Hey Harry. I got something to tell you.” I said.

“Really? That Parker is staying with you and she’s being really stubborn?”

My mouth fell open. “How did you know?”

“Amabel and I were with her when she called you. It was kind of our idea. We made her call you.” Harry said, and I could picture him smiling on the other end of the line.

I sighed. “Am I crazy?” I ran a hand through my hair, which was getting longer.

“No,” he said, “I think you just wanted to help someone who needed it. I get it mate, I really do.”

Although Harry couldn’t see me, I nodded. “Thanks. I got to go, I’m going to call Niall and tell him that Parker’s here.”

“No need, Amabel told him, as well as Louis.”

“Oh.” I blinked.

"Yeah. Hey, everyone’s going to the beach today, did you want to come?” Harry asked.

I pondered for a second. That sounded really nice, and I needed a relief from the stress that was recently thrown on my shoulders. “Sure. I’ll meet you guys in twenty minutes.”

“Is Parker going to come?”

“Um…Parker is…”

"I’m what?” A feminine voice asked, and when I looked up, Parker was standing in front of me, dressed in white shorts and a black tank top with her makeup done.

"We’re all going to the beach, and Harry wants to know if you want to come.” I smiled slightly at her, and she frowned.

“Liam, give Parker the phone.”


“Give her the phone!” Harry repeated. I handed Parker the phone.

“Hello?” She asked, turning around.

I had no idea what Harry was saying, but when Parker handed back the phone, she was trying to hide a smile. “Thanks.” I said cautiously, not really knowing what was going on. “What did you say?” I asked Harry.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll see you two in twenty.” And then he hung up. I slipped my phone in my pocket and looked at Parker, who was standing uncomfortably in front of me.

“So you’re coming?” I asked, smiling.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Harry said I could use the ‘people time’.” She used air quotes around people time.

I chuckled. “Are you ready to go?”

“Umm…I don’t have a suit.” She said quietly, looking at her toes.

"Then let’s go get you one.” I replied casually, grabbing my car keys and starting towards the front door.


It was strange shopping with Parker. We made no eye contact as we walked through the women’s swim suit isle, keeping at least a two foot distance between us. Once Parker picked one out, she made a bee line for the dressing room. I waited outside and took out my iPhone, texting back Niall.

“Ouch! Shit,” I heard from Parker’s stall.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I just got the strings tangled in my hair.” She grumbled.

“Come out here, I’ll help you,” I offered.

“I’m fine. I can get it myself.” She snapped.

“Parker,” I said in a soothing voice.

There was silence for a few seconds before the door creaked open and Parker walked out wearing a simple white bikini. It made her skin look tan and her hair a darker shade of brown. My eyes bulged for a few seconds, and then I cleared my throat and looked down. She turned her back to me and lifted up her straight brown hair so I could fix her suit.

She sharply gasped and winced when I accidently pulled out her hair. “Sorry.” I said. Her skin seemed warm on mine and I tried to touch her as little as possible. Once I got the strings untangled she turned around and narrowed her eyes at me before walking into the fitting room again. I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding it and closed my eyes. Parker was extremely fit; I wasn’t going to deny that. There was just something about the way she looked at people; it almost made you fear her.

“Ready?” Parker asked, bringing me back. I nodded and we walked to the cashier. As she was putter her money down, I took it and shoved it back in her purse. Instead, I took out a twenty and threw it on the counter. She frowned at me. “Liam, don’t.”

“It’s okay.” I brushed it off, not minding in the slightest. She told me she had very little money, and I wasn’t going to let her spend it on something she didn’t have to.

"No it’s not.” She snapped. “I’m not your charity case!” And then she stormed out, heading for the car. I stared at her, confusion all over my face. Is that how she saw herself? As a charity case?

I blinked a few times, clearing my head, and then followed her to the car.

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