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.



23. Chapter 22 ~ Parker

Chapter 22 ~ Parker

I could hear the water run of Liam’s shower as my fingers brushed the spines of his collection of books. I won’t lie; it was very strange being in his room. It was very plain. A huge bed—with navy blue sheets—with a huge bookshelf on one wall. There was a nightstand on both sides of his bed, a lamp on each one. There was a ceiling fan with overhead lights; the blades were white and dusty.

I picked The Catcher in the Rye. It’s a great book and it was my favorite when I was in middle school. I spent most of my free time reading, something people are usually surprised about. I take it and sit in front of the TV. A few minutes later, Liam comes in the room and asks me why I’m reading what I am. I just tell him it’s one of my favorites. The surprise is clear on his face.

He tells me something about being gone all day, but I could care less. He awkwardly leaves, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. That was beyond awkward. I let the book fall to the ground, the sound of the pages fluttering fill my ears.

What was I thinking telling him everything? Now he thinks that he’s my new best friend. No. No way. Not  a chance. If anything, this is more of a reason to stay away from him. I know, we’re living together so It’s not like I’ll be avoiding him much. But I think that if we keep conversation to the minimal we should be able to work things out.

I’m such an idiot! Why did I tell him? I don’t know, but all I know is that once I started talking, I couldn’t stop. And as much as the whole in my chest ached, it felt uplifting to say what had been on my mind since I was younger. I bury my face in a pillow and scream. I scream at Liam for being so nice to me when he has no reason. I scream at my parents—for obvious reasons. I scream at Garrett for leaving me here. And I scream at myself, for everything I should have done—and didn’t do.

I lie down on the couch all the way and pull the blanket over my head completely, wishing to just fall asleep for a good year or two. Just as I am about to fall asleep, there’s a knock on the door. I don’t answer it, but the knocking continues.

“Parker, I know you’re in there, let me in.” Amabel’s voice reaches me.

My heart aches, for so many reasons and there is no way I am repeating what I said right now. I just wish she would leave me alone to wallow in my own self-pity and loss.

“Parker, please talk to me. I know something’s wrong and I just want to help you.” She tried again. What’s with everyone wanting to help me? I hardly know her; we were just becoming friends, and suddenly were part of some sisterhood? I don’t think so.

I just took another pillow and push it over my head and block out any noise. A tear rolled down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe it away. I let it roll down my face and onto my neck. It’s extremely uncomfortable but I just don’t care enough. It seems like I don’t care about anything anymore. It seemed like last night was my final straw with Liam, with everything.

No one had seen me so vulnerable. I had kept everything bottled up inside for so long and he just made me explode. If Liam hadn’t kept sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, everything would be fine and I wouldn’t be in this depression hole while he thinks we can exchange secrets. It’s all his fault.

Suddenly, the door opened and Amabel crouched down in front of me. How did she get in here?

“I called Liam and he told me where an extra key was.” She answered my thoughts.

I groaned and was forced to sit up. “What?” I whined.

“I’m worried about you. You don’t look so well, Parker.” She frowned, sitting beside me.

“I don’t feel so well, either.” I replied and gathered my hair into a messy ponytail. There was no doubt I looked like shit, but I couldn’t care less.

"When was the last time you took a shower?”

“Um…” I smelled my shirt. Ew. “I don’t know. A couple of days ago I think.”

Amabel crinkled her nose. “That’s nasty. Go take a shower. Now,” she commanded, but I wasn’t up for it. After many protests, she took me by my arm and led us to the bathroom. “You need to take care of yourself. I don’t know what happened with you, and you can tell me whenever you’re ready. But for now, you need to take care of yourself. There is no excuse  for smelling like a public toilet.”

I gave her a shy smile at her ignorance. If only she knew how much I was hurting. But since I didn’t have the energy to continue with this conversation, I nodded and began stripping. “You can go now.” I said when I was in my bra and panties.

“Right. I’ll make you something to eat.” She smiled and then left.

The shower felt amazing, but I was still dead on my feet. I washed my hair three times just to make sure it was clean. When I stepped out of the tub, I wrapped one towel around my head and one around my body. Once I was out of the bathroom, I went to get my bag and get dressed. Amabel was shuffling around the kitchen and I just stared at her for a second or two.

She was one of the nicest people I had ever met. But she was of those people that were so nice you couldn’t tell them to leave because you knew that it would crush them. I wasn’t going to kick her out because I knew that if I was left alone with my own thoughts I would break down again.

I grabbed a pair of shorts and a black tank top, my bra and panties and got dressed down the hall. When I returned to the kitchen, Amabel had made tea and sandwiches. So very British. “I see you brought England to America with you.” I said.

She smiled. “Yep, it’s crazy right? My parents didn’t want me to come to America with the boys, but being away from Harry for so long was unbearable.”

“How did you convince them to let you come?” I asked, sitting down.

“I didn’t have to. I’m nineteen and in school. I told them I would study while I’m here. They were still hesitant but seemed okay with it.” She took a sip of her tea. Wow. Her parents seemed pretty loose when it came to leaving the country.

“They know I’m responsible enough.” She said, brushing her hair away from her face, causing it to reveal a jagged scar on her neck. I couldn’t help but stare. I guess she noticed because she gave me a weak smile. “Car accident.”

“I-I didn’t mean to…” I started.

“It’s okay, Parker. People stare at it all the time.” She dismissed.

“And you’re okay with it?”

“No, I didn’t say that. After a long time of people looking at you differently, wondering what happened, creating different scenarios in their minds, you get used to it. I learned to ignore them a long time ago.”

“But before?” I questioned.

"Before I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt like I was constantly under a neon sign drawing attention to it.” Amabel said. This was the most serious thing she had ever said to me. I realized I didn’t know her at all. Everyone has a story.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered while fidgeting with my fingernails.

“Don’t be. Harry’s helped me love myself.” She smiled. “He says even after the day I love myself as much as he does, he will love me even more so I like myself that much.”

My heart fluttered. That’s so sweet. “You’re lucky.” I smiled at her.

“I know.” She winked, and I immediately felt closer to her. “Are you ready to talk?”

I froze, and then shook my head no.

“I get it. For two years I was silent about my scar. My parents got me therapists, thinking it would help me. It didn’t but Harry did.”

Wow. Her and Harry were each other’s halves it seemed. From what she had told me, it seemed like Harry brought security to Amabel’s life and she brought happiness to Harry’s. What was that like? I don’t know their story so I wasn’t going to judge either one of them. “You really love him don’t you?” I asked, although I knew the answer.

“I can’t live without him.” She answered. “I tried, but it tore us apart even more. It made us stronger, nonetheless. Harry brings out the worst in me, but at the same time the very best.”

Why did she have it so easy when it came to love? Her parents and boyfriend loved her and despite the past she has, which she hasn’t shared with me, she’s happy. How does one do that? I decided to change the subject. “Thanks for coming, Amabel. Being alone wouldn’t help me.” I admitted.

“You’re welcome, Parker. I should go, I’m going to go to the studio where the boys are doing their interview. I’m taking Harry to lunch afterwards.” She stood and wrapped her arms around me. I paused, and then hugged her back.

I was glad she came over, and I wanted her to come back. 

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