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.



4. Chapter 3 - Liam

Chapter 3~ Liam

Thanks to management —never thought I’d say that— we’re getting a break for a month. They understood just how tiring it is to do a show every day and only have a day off once a week for eight months. I was surprised that they offered such a long period of time.

Since we have nothing to do and the lads were bored, they came to my hotel room to watch movies. But no one was paying attention to the movie that had been playing. Soon it ended and I took it out, turning on the news. It’s so different here in the U.S. than in the U.K. I tuned out what the newscaster was saying, until something caught my attention.

“Breaking News: A local 19 year-old girl named Parker Harrison was reported missing yesterday. Sources say that she didn’t come home around 9pm Saturday night. Although she is a legal adult, her parents still want her home, safe and sound.”

A picture of the girl showed up on the TV, and my eyes widened. It was her. It was the girl from the show. The girl from the second row, the one I smiled at. She was the one who left early, she was the one that I thought I was so beautiful. What happened to her? Was she taken?

“If you know anything about her whereabouts or you have any information on where this girl could be, please come forward. Thank you.”

“Are you alright?” Zayn asked as he sat down next to me. My eyes were still glued to the TV, my mind racing.

“Y-Yeah. I just…I know that girl.” I pointed to the TV where the girl —Parker’s— picture was.

Zayn’s eyes widened, too. “What? And she’s like…missing?”

I nodded. What should I do? I just saw her last night at the show, but then I had no idea where she was going. She was just a pretty girl in the audience. “She didn’t come home after the show Saturday. Should I call…?”

“What do you know?” Harry asked, sitting on my other side.

“I saw her last night. She was in the second row and I thought she was fit. But before we answered the Twitter questions I saw her leave, and she didn’t come back.” I tried not to panic. She could be…dead. I shuddered.

“That’s not a lot…she could have just gone home.” Harry said.

“Yeah, but she’s missing now.” Zayn pointed out.

“I have to think about this.” I said.

“What’s there to think about?” Louis came in. “You know something about a missing girl. She must have gone missing between the concert and now.”

I sighed and ran a hand over my head. “I don’t know.”

“I hope you do the right thing mate. It’s not a lot to go off of, but it’s something.” Niall patted my back.

I leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, Parker running through my head. I had seen her for what—half an hour? I had no idea what happened to her.

“I’m going into the news station tomorrow to come forward.” I blurted out.

“We’re going to the beach tomorrow; you want to meet us there?” Louis said as he walked into the bathroom.

“Sure.” I had never done this before. I never had information on a missing person. I didn’t even know if what I knew was going to be helpful. I guess I would have to find out tomorrow.


The next morning, I woke and showered, then drove to the news station. It was pretty easy to find, with its big NEWS sign on the side of the building. I walked inside, and saw a receptionist at a desk. Pieces of furniture were around the room, drawing attention to them instead of the beige walls.

“Hi, my name is Liam Payne, and I have some information about Parker Harrison, the girl who was reported missing two days ago.” I gave her my sweetest smile. She seemed about 25.

Her eyes widened and I read her name tag. SAMMI it read. “Come with me, Liam.” She stood and led me to an office down a hallway to the left. She knocked twice and entered when someone said “Come in.”

“Mr. Kent, this is Liam Payne and he as some information on Parker Harrison.”

Mr. Kent’s head snapped up. “Thank you, Sammi. Mr. Payne, please sit down and tell me what you know.”

I sat in the brown plush chair and began. “Well, sir, it was two days ago. I was performing on stage with my band mates. I noticed Parker in the front row. About halfway through the show, she took a phone call and never came back.”

Mr. Kent nodded. “That’s all?”

“Yes sir, I know it’s not much, but I just hope Parker’s okay.”

“Yes, we’ve spoken to Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, and they told us that Parker went to a concert Saturday.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Is there anything I can do?”

Mr. Kent laughed. “You’ve done everything you can, Mr. Payne. Thank you for coming in. You did the right thing.”            

I stood, shook his hand, then left. I made my way to the car and drove home, not really remembering it. My mind raced, thinking about Parker. No one had made me think this much. People were reported missing, yes, but I didn’t see any of those other people. This was completely different.


“How’d it go?” Niall asked as I met the boys at the beach. It wasn’t empty; in fact it was pretty crowded.

“Good. I told them what I told you guys.” I took off my shirt and sat in the sand. A group of three girls walked up to us. I guessed they were 15 or 16 years old.

“Hi. We don’t mean to bother you, but could we have a picture?” A blond one asked. She had a flower tattoo on her wrist and her hair was down, the breeze blowing it in all directions.

“Sure.” Harry smiled. The girls grinned and smiled back, and the girl with black wavy hair took out a digital camera. We asked someone to take the picture, and the eight of us smiled as the flash went off.

“Thank you so much.” The red head asked. She was really fit. I could see Louis eyeing the black-haired one, but Harry smacked him.

“Dude, they’re like 15. You’re 22.” The curly-haired boy said when the girls left.

“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M FEELIN’ 22!” Louis screamed.

Harry burst out laughing. “Do you remember when you said that on your birthday? Amabel and I were there, laughing our butts off.”

“That was bloody amazing.” Louis grinned. For Louis’s 22nd birthday, we took him roller skating. Yes, roller skating.

“Liam? Liam!” Zayn waved his hand in front of my face.

“Hmm?” My head snapped up.

“Thinking about Parker?” Niall winked at me.

“No,” I lied. “Just thinking.”

“About Parker.” Louis added.

I groaned. “I just can’t believe she’s missing. She just…”

“Doesn’t know you exist?” Harry prompted.

“No! She came to the concert and she smiled back at me!” I said.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Okay, mate, sure.”

I sighed, giving up. No matter how hard I tired, I couldn’t get Parker out of my head. I didn’t even say two words to her. She was just a beautiful face in the crowd —all of our fans are beautiful— that caught my attention. When she left early, I just brushed it off. I knew I would never see her again because this world was too big for us to actually meet—but now I don’t think I’ll see her again because she was reported missing.

I shook my head and pulled out my iPhone and opened Twitter. I followed a few people and retweeted some things I thought were especially funny, and made a new tweet.

Real_Liam_Payne: at the beach with the lads. Love you Miami!

Within two seconds, the tweet got replies, favorites and retweets. It was amazing how dedicated our fans were. I’m past 12 million followers. It blows my mind. We literally have the best fans ever. I replied to a few, and followed some more.

It was getting late, and Niall was hungry and Zayn was tired so we drove to the hotel and crashed in our separate rooms. I pulled off my shirt and changed to a pair of joggers —it was all I wore to bed— and switched on the TV.

News about Parker was still being broadcasted. It said her parents were getting worried and Parker wasn’t answering her cell phone. Even though I didn’t know her I was worried, too. As I fell asleep with the bedside table light on, I thought about Parker, and hoped she was okay, wherever she was. 

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