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.



17. Chapter 16 ~ Parker

Chapter 16 ~ Parker

The next afternoon, after Liam and I had a silent morning together, I was sitting on the couch watching YouTube videos on my phone. It was frustrating how small the screen was. Liam was on his phone too, except he was in the kitchen leaning against the counter. The apartment was silent and my eyes kept flickering to Liam or just around the room. I felt like a sitting duck, waiting to be taken away and back to my parents.

“You can use my laptop if you want.” Liam said out of the blue.

I blinked at looked at him. “What?”

“You can use my laptop,” he repeated. “I’m going out with Louis and Niall.”

“Um, thanks.” I muttered, grabbing his white laptop and turning it on. When I unlocked his user, the desktop was a picture of him and four other people, who I assumed were his parents and sisters.

They looked so happy. The five of them standing there, smiling together. It truly looked like they loved each other. A lump formed in my throat and the memory of the day that I realized my family would never be able to take a picture like that. Not really. We would never look as happy as that, not on the inside. On the outside, we looked like your ordinary family from Miami. But once you knew our secrets, our past, it wasn’t something you stuck around to see.

That was the main reason that I didn’t have many friends growing up. People wanted to get to know me, but I didn’t let them. I was afraid that if they knew the truth, they would think I needed their help, their pity. But that was the last thing I wanted. Eventually everyone gave up and didn’t bother talking to me anymore, and I didn’t really mind. Sometimes I got lonely, but I could always call my brother, Garrett. He made everything seem alright.

“Are you okay, Parker?” Liam asked, bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied, and opened up the Internet, and going to YouTube.

I was obsessed with this girl named Emily Harder on YouTube. She makes covers of songs and uploads them. She’s eighteen and absolutely amazing. I was surprised she hadn’t become famous yet. She plays the guitar and lives right here in Miami. Her voice is really something to listen to. The door slammed shut, signaling Liam had left, and I let out a breath. It was a little strange being there alone, but it wasn’t as weird when he was there.


Half an hour later, and many YouTube videos later, I got a text from Harry.



As I was waiting for his reply, I got a glass of water from the kitchen, and when I came back, he had already texted me back.


I smiled. I still couldn’t believe I was friends with One Direction, and now I was going over to Harry Styles’s apartment.


I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my purse, taking the elevator down to the lobby. Since I didn’t have a car, I had to take a taxi to Harry’s apartment building. I thanked the driver, paid him and got out, making my way up to Harry’s apartment. I knocked twice, and I was greeted by a head of long blonde hair.

“Parker! Hey!” Amabel cried, throwing her arms around me.

I smiled slightly and pulled away. “Hey Amabel. Good to see you.”

“I would love to have some girl talk, but I got to run. I’m meeting some friends at the bar down the street. See ya!” She smiled, and then ran out the door. I looked around, and Harry came around the corner, smiling.

“Hello.” He grinned, coming over to me and passing an arm over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to hide my smile. “Something wrong?” He asked.

“No,” I choked out. “I’m trying not to fangirl in your face.”

Harry burst out laughing. “Yeah, Liam told us you were a fan.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m a really big fan actually. My ringtone is Best Song Ever.” I laughed nervously. Why did I say that? That’s so embarrassing.

Harry continued to laugh as my cheeks reddened. “For real? I don’t believe you.”

I shrugged. “It’s true.”

“I’m going to call you, hold on.” Harry fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed my number, and sure enough, Best Song Ever started blaring from my phone.


Harry chuckled. “So did you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Sure.” I said. I sat down on the couch. “What movie?”

“I don’t know really. How about The Hangover?” Harry asked.

I smiled. “Sure, I haven’t seen that one.”

Harry put in the movie and sat down next to me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. I tensed and raised an eyebrow. When I looked at Harry, he smiled at me, and then turned his attention to the TV. I frowned, but didn’t want Harry to take his arm away. He was being really sweet, and he was the only one besides Amabel that really made an effort to me my friend. No one had done that before without trying to get into my past, which I didn’t let them do.

But I watched the movie anyway, and it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. “That was great.” I smiled when it was over.

“It’s one of my favorites.” He winked, and then turned to me. “Parker, I know I’ve asked this a lot, but how are you doing? You seem to be faking your way through every day and I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

I smiled sheepishly, and then took a deep breath, looking around the room. “I try my best to keep it together.” I said honestly, and then met his green eyes. His brows were furrowed as he paid attention to my every word. “It’s hard knowing what they’ve done.”

"Who?” He asked, scooting closer.

I bit my lip and looked down. “My parents,” I murmured. Harry took my hands in his.

“It’s alright, you can tell me. I will be here for you, we all will.” He soothed, but I shook my head and stood up.

“No, it’s not alright. I had to live with those people and for years I thought that what they were doing what right, normal! But it isn’t. It’s sick, Harry, sick! I had to get out of there.” I cried, frantically pacing in front of him. His eyes never left mine but I refused to make eye contact.

“Why can’t you tell me?” Harry asked softly, standing up and bending down so we were at eye level since he was much taller than me.

I just stared at him. “I just can’t. You don’t understand.” Tears filled my eyes and I buried my face in my hands to keep them from spilling over. Harry pulled me into his arms and I cried, I cried for all this time that I was holding it in. I hadn’t cried since I left home, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. Harry rubbed my back in a soothing manner and cooed softly in my ear, telling me that everything was going to be okay. But I knew he was wrong. Things would never be okay.

I pulled away and wiped my eyes, my black makeup smudging onto my hand. “I’m so sorry.” I sniffled, and sat down, putting my face in my hands. He sat next to me and passed an arm over my shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Everything will be okay, Parker.” He said, kissing my hair. I half-smiled and looked at him.

“It’s won’t but thanks for making me feel a little bit better, Harry.” I told him. He winked.

“You know what I think you need?” He asked.


“Some cheering up,” he said, and jumping up and grabbing his laptop. “This makes me laugh every time.”

“What is this?” I asked.

But Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he opened up YouTube and typed something in, and then clicking on a video. Once it was full screen, Harry turned up the volume. It was a video of a baby laughing hysterically to paper being ripped in half. The two of us were laughing so hard tears fell down our cheeks. Just seeing that video made me happier, and it was all thanks to Harry.

“Thank you, Harry.” I smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

“You’re welcome.”

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