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.



28. Chapter 27 ~ Liam

Chapter 27 ~ Liam

Have you ever had one of those moments when you get this feeling that you’re meant to be there for someone? That you were born to be with them, to protect them? This was one of those moments. Everything inside me was screaming that I needed to be around her. Sometimes it’s not what you’re doing that makes you happy, it’s who you’re doing it with. And I know that no matter what I am doing, I’ll enjoy doing it as long as Parker is with me.

I finally came to terms with my feelings—something Amabel was very happy about—when I was rehersing this song. It was a miracle I was able to pull it off in the time span that I did. But I would do it a million times over. Just to see Parker sitting there in the front row, the look she gave me when she realized the song was for her was something I wanted to look at forever. Her brown eyes were something I could get lost in. But I didn’t mind. Not at all.

When she came running to me backstage, the way she jumped into my arms, I thought for a second that she could return the feelings. But then I remembered. She doesn’t even want a relationship. And I can’t blame. With her parents, and her brother leaving the state, I don’t want her feel uncomfortable or pressured because I fancy her. And each time I look at her, in her eyes, at the way she pushes her long brown hair over her shoulder, I fall even deeper. The feeling is amazing. She makes me smile wider than I thought possible without even doing anything. I don’t think she notices but I don’t care. I care about her like it’s my duty to protect her.

After the show—and greeting some fans outside the building—we all pile in the van and drive away. I make an effort to sit next to Parker and it pays off when I smile because she’s on my left and Harry’s on my right. I smiled down at her and she flushes before looking down at her hands. All the lads are looking at me with wide grins and I know I’ve done a good job.

Parker shifts and then winces. “Ouch, shit.”

“Are you okay?” I ask her, concern rushing through me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Louis just twisted my ankle and it may or not be broken.” She answers, waving it off and dismissing what she just said.

My eyes widen. “We have to get you to a hospital!”

“No, Liam. It’s fine. The swelling has gone down and it doesn’t hurt that much.” She said.

I held her foot to make sure it was okay. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s no big deal.” She said sternly, but then smiled. I smiled back.

I shot Louis a glare and he raised his hands in surrender. “It was an accident.”

"Be careful next time.” I snapped, and then felt bad immediately. I knew Louis didn’t mean to hurt Parker’s foot, but I hated the thought of someone hurting her.

“Liam,” she warned, putting her hand on top of mine. My features softened and I gave her hand a squeeze. She pulled it back and folded her hands in her lap, avoiding my gaze. I let it go. As long as she knew how much I cared about her I was fine. That’s all that mattered in this moment in time.


Two days later, Parker, Harry and I are sitting on the couch eating everything in my apartment. We’re sitting cross-legged on the ground and it feels great to have Parker here with one of my best mates. I know Parker likes Harry and he likes her too. They’re going to be great friends the more she hangs out with us. And that’s great. Not only do I want her comfortable with me, but with the lads as well. They’re great blokes and it would be amazing if she liked them too.

“So, Harry. What’s your favorite food?” Parker asked, putting some chips in her mouth. One thing about the brown-haired girl that I adored: she was eating all the time. It was so cute to constantly sitting in front of the TV with something in her cheeks. How did she stay so fit? Seriously, how does someone look like her and eat like she does?

“I don’t have one.” The curly one answered.

“You sound like Niall,” I laughed. “He likes everything.”

“True. Fine…I guess I like…pizza.” Harry smiled.

Parker raised an eyebrow and I laughed. “Seriously? Pizza? Could you choose anything more American?”

Harry shrugged. “I like Chicago’s deep dish pizza.”

I nodded. That was good stuff. We get it every time we visit The Windy City. “What about you, Parker? What’s your favorite food?” This was amazing: just sitting here, the three of us getting to know each other. I already knew Harry like he was brother, but I wanted Parker to know me, and same with Harry.

“Crab,” she answered immidately.

Harry made fake barfing noises. He hated sea food. “EW!”

I made a face. “How can you like that? It’s poison or something!” I protested.

She laughed, and I loved the way her eyes squinted shut when she was laughing real hard. It was so cute. Everything she did was cute. “I can’t help it! It’s always been my favorite. I didn’t have it too often but when I did, I always ate too much.” She explained. Harry was laughing his arse off. “What? What’s so funny?” She demanded.

“Your accent,” Harry said between laughter.

Parker frowned. “Yours is weird, too.”

“No it’s not. I don’t have an accent.” Harry said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Everyone has an accent, twat.” I said.

“Well hers is weird, and she won’t admit that ours is sexy.” Harry winked at her, and jealousy boiled up inside me.

“No! I didn’t deny it. I love British accents.” She said, blushing a bit, making me smile widely. I loved Parker’s American accent. It was something I could listen to all day every day.

“New topic please,” she said, trying not to laugh. “Liam, tell me about your childhood.”

I was taken aback by her question. It didn’t seem like to be interested in my past, but I wasn’t going to deny her. “Well, I had a wonderful childhood. I have two great sisters and parents.” I winced, not wanting to rub in her face the fact that I had wonderful memories from when I was younger when she had horrible ones. But to my surprise, Parker’s face remained neutral. I didn’t want to push her.

“And school?” She seemed interested.

“School wasn’t as good as when I was home. I didn’t have many friends. I was picked on a lot but my family was always there for me. One time I had a birthday party when I was turning nine and no one came.” My voice dropped as I told the story. That was disappointing, but my mum had gotten me a Batman costume, so at the time everything seemed okay.

"I’m sorry,” Parker said.

After a moment of silence, Harry said, “Well, this is getting depressing.”

Parker chuckled. “Okay, tell me about the X-Factor.” Why did she want to know everything? I was going to tell her of course, but why the sudden interest?

“Don’t you already know this since you’re like a super-fan?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“No,” she blushed. “But I do know all of your birthdays and hometowns.”

I laughed. She was too cute. “I’m honored.”

She laughed. “But seriously. I want to know what it was like on the X-Factor. I want to hear the facts straight from the source.”

I laughed at her choice of words. “It was really upsetting when we didn’t make it through. I thought it was completely over, and I was crushed. Having it being my second time not making it through was even tougher. But when we were put together, I knew we had a real chance.” I had said this story so many times, but this one felt different. I wanted Parker to know everything, more than what I would share in interviews. It felt deep and personal, and if we had been alone it would have seemed even more intimate.

“I agree, Liam.” Harry said. “I was so young when I auditioned, and I was surprised I made it as far as I got.”

Parker was smiling widely. “I hope you guys know I picked up the phone for you.”

“Thank you,” Harry said. “It’s always great to meet a fan.”

Parker laughed, and blushed when Harry wrapped and arm over her shoulder. She looked over at me and I smiled sweetly at her. Yes, I was jealous that Harry was close with her but I wasn’t worried. He was with Amabel and I seriously thought they would marry someday.

“How was your childhood, Parker?” Harry asked seriously and I paid close attention.

She took a deep breath. “It was fine. I had some friend when I was in elementary school. I was never close with any one, I didn’t have my friends over for sleepovers. I was invited to parties but I never went.”

“Why?” Harry asked. I was hanging on to her every word.

“I didn’t want to,” she shrugged. “My brother was my best friend.”

Harry frowned. “Was?”

“Yeah, he’s um…he’s moving to Georgia now.” Her bottom lip quivered and I took that as a sign to scoot closer and wrap my arms around her. Harry gave her a sad look and the mood was going downhill. “But I’m glad to be here with you guys.” She gave me her best smile. I rubbed her back, loving the feeling of her in my arms.

“We’re here for you. All the lads are. And Amabel of course.”

Harry’s face lit up at the mention of the blonde girl. Parker shot him a warm smile, knowing she was so happy that they were together.

Just then we heard music. Parker blushed and pulled out her phone, the device blaring the lyrics, She’s not afraid of all the attention, she’s not afraid of running wild. How come she’s so afraid of falling in—

“Sorry,” Parker said.

Harry and I exchanged a grin. “Was that your ringtone?” Harry asked.

“No,” she lied, and I looked at her.

“She’s Not Afraid is your ringtone, isn’t it?”

“So what if it is?” She laughed, throwing her hands in the air. “I love the song.”

Harry winked at her. “What other songs do you have on your phone?”

“I don’t know Styles, and neither will you.” She sneered. “Or you, Payne.”

“Shouldn’t have said that.” I chuckled. Just then Harry lunged to her and snatched her iPhone from her hand.

“Hey! Give it back!” She protested. Harry just laughed and unlocked her phone.

“Ohh!  She has some Justin Bieber!” Harry yelled, and Parker hid her face in her hands. I laughed at her embarrassment. “And what’s this? The full albums of Up All Night and Take Me Home? Oh, this is wonderful.”

“I’ll kill you, Harry Styles.” Parker threatened and jumped up, trying to take her phone back.

But Harry wasn’t having it. He held her phone above his head and I just laughed at the sight of her jumping up and trying to reach it. It was so cute how short she was compared to Harry. “How tall are you?” The curly haired boy asked, reading my mind.

“Five feet six inches,” she grumbled and when Harry smiled even wider she said, “Shut up!”

I laid back and enjoyed the moment. Parker was such a strong person when it came to her past. If I didn’t know her like I did I would have thought she was the happiest person alive. But knowing the truth, I knew just how good of an actress she was.

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