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.



3. Chapter 2 ~ Parker

Chapter 2~Parker

“Yeah, I made it here okay.” I sighed impatiently. I hung up on my mom mid-sentence. She was not going to make me late for this concert. For my 19th birthday my parents bought me a One Direction ticket, second row. I was a big fan and excited to go. But excitement wasn’t something I was going to show them.

“Thanks guys.” I’d said with a tight smile, giving them both a two-second hug. They’d had wide smiled on their faces.

Now, I was shuffling through the massive crowd of girls, ranging from ages 11 to 18. It was so loud I could hardly hear myself think. It was 6:30, and the show was going to start in about half an hour. When I found my seat, I sat down and texted my friend Jen. We weren’t especially close, but she was there when I needed her. I didn’t have her over—it wasn’t something I was comfortable with—and she just never invited me to her place. And that was fine with me. We were friends, but not best friends. I didn’t want her knowing too much about my life, because if she did, she would never speak to me again.

Before I knew it, the lights dimmed and the crowd screamed. My five favorite singers jumped their way on stage, smiling widely and looking sexy—as always. My eyes landed on Harry Styles first. God, he was beautiful. Seeing him in those tight black jeans made me melt. They sang “They Don’t Know about us” first, my favorite. I sang along just like everyone else, and forgot about everything but the boys.

It was an amazing show. When Harry—God bless his voice—started singing his solo during Heart Attack, I focused on Liam Payne, and noticed he was looking right in my general direction. He smiled, and all the girls around me started screaming. I smiled back. He was so hot it was unbelievable. As soon as Liam was starting his solo, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I knew that if it wasn’t vibrating it would be impossible to hear it ring. I felt it, and when I looked at the screen, the name made me freeze. Oh my God.

“Hello?” I yelled into the receiver. “Hold on, let me leave the room.”

As fast as I could, I sprinted towards the exit, hoping and praying that the person on the other end wouldn’t have hung up already. When I made it to an empty hallway, I spoke again.

“Can you hear me?” I asked frantically.

“Geez, Parker, calm down.” My brother, Garrett, laughed.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m fine. Where are you?” He asked.

I sighed. “A One Direction concert. Don’t laugh; they’re amazing.” I put on hand on my hip. I could hear the music from behind the doors and the fans screaming.

“Oh yeah? How’d you score those tickets?”

“Um, they were a birthday present…from Mom and Dad.” I gulped and winced.

Garrett was silent for a few minutes. I shut my eyes tight and waited for him to talk. “I’m sorry. I really don’t know why I called you.”

My eyes snapped open. “Don’t say that. You know you’re welcome to call anytime.” I pushed a strand of my brown hair behind my ear and looked at the toe of my converse sneaker.

“Thanks, Park. I really appreciate that.” I could tell that Garrett was smiling when he said that.

“No problem. So how are you?”

“Fine. I met someone, and I’m really happy.” He said.

“That’s great! How did you two meet?” I smiled.

“It’s not that important. You have a concert to get back to; I don’t want to keep you from seeing your future husbands, or anything.” He joked.

“Please, I would much rather talk to you. I haven’t seen you in what, 2 months?” He was out of his mind if he thought I would want to see One Direction than talk to him.

“It seems longer than that.” Garrett whispered. “I miss you.”

I sighed as my chin wobbled. “I miss you too. Are you busy right now?” I asked.

“No, but obviously you are. I can hear the screaming in the background. Seems like a lot of fun.”

“No way. I’ll meet you at the coffee shop off of highway 97 in half an hour, okay?” I started walking to the exit as Garrett told me he would see me soon.

It sucked that I was leaving the concert, but Garrett meant the world to me. He was my older brother and 4 years older, making him 23. He lives on his own—and apparently whoever he’s dating—and I don’t see him much. He found a place about an hour away and he doesn’t come to visit my parents for…personal reasons. Reasons I have buried deep inside that I don’t want to dig up. Those reasons haunt me every day and I can hardly deal with it and maintain a sane state of mind.

I found my car and sped to the coffee shop. It took longer than I said it would, and when I saw him there, with his blue jeans and button up plaid shirt, tears formed in my eyes and I ran to him, burying my face in his neck.

“I missed you!” I cried as he let me go.

“I missed you too. How’re things?” He asked as we sat down and ordered some decaf coffee.

“Okay.” I said, playing with my fingernails.

“Just okay? You haven’t met someone?” Garrett winked at me.

"No,” I smirked, “and I’ll tell you when I do.”

“So you say you got ticket to One Dimension, how are they?”

I frowned. “One Direction and they’re amazing. It would have been awesome if you could have come with me—I never see you anymore.”

Garrett smiled and picked at his fingernails, which was an old habit of his. “I think I’m too old to go to a boy band concert, don’t you think?”

I shrugged. “90% of the people there were girls 15 and under.”

“So what were you doing there?”

“Ugh! I told you I like them! Is that so hard for you to understand?” Even though he drove me crazy, it was hard to stay mad at him.

“Yes! But humor me”—he rested his chin on his hand—“Tell me your favorite song, favorite member, everything.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yes. I want to know who is taking up so much of my sister’s time.”

I sighed. “Fine, but try not to fall asleep.” I said, and Garrett rolled his eyes. “My favorite song is They Don’t Know about us. It’s basically a song that tells someone you love them, even though other people say it’s not going to work and you’re not good for that person.”

“Cliché, but go on.” He interrupted.

“Anyways, that song is really sweet and I listen to it on loop. As for my favorite member, Niall is just so…sexy and adorable and his hands—oh my God...” I was getting way too into this for my brother’s liking.

“Woah! Slow down, girl. You’re how old? 19 years old, and you’re acting like you’re 12!” He laughed.

“Hey! They are beautiful, okay?”

“Whatever you say. So you think Neil is the only one that’s hot?” Garrett crossed his arms over his chest.

“No! And it's Niall. Liam is pretty hot, too, but I don’t pay much attention to him.”

He nodded. “I only see the one with the dark hair, he seems hot, too.”

My jaw dropped and I burst out laughing. “Garrett!”


I shook my head. This was is probably a good time to mention that my brother is gay. I don’t really talk about it with anyone but him—especially my parents. It doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, when my brother tells me that he met a cute guy at work, I make him tell me everything about him. It’s too cute to see my older brother smitten. 

Just then, my phone vibrated and when I checked the caller ID, my smiled faded. It was my mom. “I gotta go. Um…I’m needed at home.”

Garrett stood up and scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Okay, I’ll call you soon. Thanks for coming out here, Parker. I’m sorry you missed your concert.”

I gave him a bear hug. “It’s fine—at least I saw them for a little while. I love you.”

“Love you too. See you.” Garrett waved and jogged to his car.

After he left I waited a few minutes before heading home myself. Anger rushed through my body as I drove home. How could my parents do that? Yes, they had no way of knowing I was with Garrett—if they did it wouldn’t be pretty—but still. That was the first time I saw my brother in two months…and my mother calls me. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I pulled into my driveway. I loved my brother so much, and I saw him so rarely.

I sat in my car before entering the house. The One Direction concert was amazing—as much as I had seen of it. Actually, I’m glad Garrett called—except for the obvious reason that I wanted to see him. I wasn’t looking forward to getting run over and flattened by the crowd after the show was over.

A smiled played on my lips as I remembered the way the boys danced and sang on stage. They were such an inspiration to me. They showed me that your life doesn’t have to be perfect for you to do what you dream of. I was not happy with my life right now. Ever since I could remember things had been tense and scary at home. I was never in the middle of it, but I heard it.

I was done. After 19 years living with my mom and dad, I was done. They loved me, and I loved them—but not because I cared for them. When you looked at the three of us, you saw a happy family and an only child getting everything she needed. And I did get everything I needed; more, actually. I was spoiled when I was young, but I didn’t let that change me.

I remained who I was and my parents weren’t going to make me into something that I wasn’t. I wasn’t going to become what they did. The fact that they acted like nothing happened made me so much angrier. It wasn’t something that you could easily ignore. No one knew about it, and for that I’m grateful. No one needed to know—or at least that’s what my parents said. I listened to them out of fear—and I did for 19 years.

I stormed inside the house, careful not to wake my parents since they were sleeping. I silently climbed the stairs and took everything I needed. I put up with them for too long.

But now, I was done. 

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