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.



31. Chapter 30 ~ Parker

Chapter 30 ~ Parker

*one week later*

I’m trying my best. I’m trying my best not to think of Liam every waking second. Something about him draws be closer, makes me feel secure. I like that; in fact I love it so much I feel the constant need to be close to him, because I know he’ll protect me. After the episode with my parents, he’s never left my side, not that I’m complaining. I love having him around me. I never thought I would say that. 

He’s so sweet; always asking if I’m okay, asking where I’m going, even if I need to use the bathroom. I don’t know what we are. We’re not together as a couple but I feel like a bond was formed between us. If Liam was to disappear from my life, now, in this moment, my walls would come crumbling down. He’s like the glue that holds me together; if he’s gone, I’ll be a pile of broken parts, and that scares me.

As soon as I wake up, I leave my room and go to the couch in front of TV and see that Liam is there wearing a white t-shirt and red joggers. It’s a cute outfit as simple as is it. As soon as I realized how much I depend on Liam, I started to notice little things that I didn’t before. He wears joggers or jeans all the time. He likes plain t-shirts and tank tops, as well. I like his style, it’s so adorable. I would never tell him that on purpose though.

He smiles when he sees me and I return it, wordlessly sitting down next to him. Out of habit, and almost instinct, I lean into him and curl my legs up to my body. He throws and arm over my shoulder but rests it on the couch without actually touching me. I find myself wishing he would, though.

“What are you watching?” I ask Liam.

“I dunno, really. I think it’s something on the nature channel.” He muttered, and I laughed even though it wasn’t funny.

“Lame,” I scoffed, taking the remote and flipping on Disney Channel. “This is much better.”

“Disney Channel? I didn’t know you were into Shake It Up.” Liam mused.

I shrugged and looked up at him. “I didn’t really watch these shows when I was young, so I like them.”

“Oh,” he said. “Well these shows are rubbish anyways. You missed all the good ones.”

What was he talking about? These were okay. “What do you mean?”

“All the good shows ended.” Liam explained. “Did you ever watch That’s So RavenThe Suite Life of Zach & CodyHannah Montana? How about on Nickelodeon, like iCarly or Drake & Josh?”

I frowned. “No, I saw none of those.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “How did you not watch Hannah Montana?!”

I burst out laughing. “You did? How would you, did you get that channel in England?” I had heard of those shows but never watched any of them.

“That’s not the point. All the shows on Disney aren’t anything but crap. C’mon. JessieShake it UpGood Luck Charlie? You’re missing out, let me tell you.” Liam seemed pretty passionate about shows made for nine year olds.

“Whatever. I like the shows now. They’re funny.” I huffed.

After an hour of me laughing and Disney shows and Liam rolling his eyes, I got up to take a shower. I set my phone on the couch and left the room. When I was in the bathroom, I thought of Liam talking about kids’ shows. It was highly amusing to convince me which ones were good and which ones weren’t. Who knew? I catch myself laughing at Liam’s cuteness. This is no unlike me. Blushing and giggling over a boy.

I wrap a towel around myself when I turn off the water and pad next door to my room. I slip on white lace panties and bra—don’t judge me. They’re comfortable and I don’t have much else. Just as I bend down to pick up my towel from the ground my door opens and Liam is standing there with my ringing phone in his hand. When he sees me in my underwear his eyes widen and I jump and cover myself with the towel.

“I’m sorry!” Liam cried and we both blush a deep red.

“It’s fine,” I replied quickly.

“Your phone was ringing and I didn’t know you weren’t going to be...dressed and I just—I’m sorry.” He rambled, and I smiled. It was so cute to see him stuttering.

I walked over to him, and when I reached for my phone I dropped the towel again and this time Liam didn’t try to hide his stare. And I didn’t pick up the towel. I think the fact that he had seen me in a bikini before made this less awkward than it normally would have been, but still.

“Thanks.” I blushed and took my phone, then pushed him out of the room. Liam didn’t say anything as he walked away and I put my back against the door, hiding my smile by biting my lip. What was that? Seriously, what just happened? No guy had ever seen me in such little clothing beside a swim suit. I was in my bra and panties, but still. Believe it or not, I had never had a real boyfriend. Of course I liked boys in middle school, and I’d had my first kiss, but I don’t think kissing Mark Swanson in first grade counts.

When I was old enough to understand what my parents were doing to Garrett and why, I didn’t talk to people much. If I did, I took my anger out on them. I yelled at my parents too, but I started arguments at school and fought with people. I wasn’t a bully—I didn’t pick on people, but I admit I was a bitch. I wouldn't hit someone but if they bumped into me they were going to get an earful. Of course no one knew what was going on at my home but I didn’t care. It was my way of dealing with it, and now, after all these years I regret everything I said to those kids at school. I should have moved out earlier than I did.

The sound of my phone ringing again pulls me back. When I look at the caller ID I smile when I see Harry’s name. “Hello?”

“Hello,” he replied. “How come you didn’t answer before?”

“I wasn’t in the room.” I explained, blushing.

“Oh, well I just wanted to see what’s up. Amabel is doing work for school and I’m bored.” He whined. I laughed.

"You’re bored? Can’t you find something to do?” I asked him as I stepped in to jean shorts. I put Harry on speaker phone so I could pull on a tank top.

“No! This apartment is so boring!” He complained and then said away from the mouthpiece, “Sorry babe!”

“Amabel’s going to kill you.” I chuckled. In all honesty, I didn’t know why I was happy. Just last week I confronted my parents about everything they did, and you would think I was an emotional wreck, not giggling while talking on the phone with Harry Styles. A voice in the back of my mind told me it was Liam that made me happy, and I just ignored it.

“I actually believe you. She’s threatened me multiple times.” Harry said in a shaky voice. They’re so cute.

“Is there something you want, Harry?” I place a hand on my hip.

“No, I was just seeing what’s up dog?” He uses an American accent again and I burst out laughing.

“What the hell was that?” I asked through gasps of air.

I pictured Harry shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t American folk say that?”

I stifled another laugh. “Number one, no one says ‘folk’ and two, no, no one in America says what’s up dog?, and three, you need to work on your accent. It’s terrible.”

“Hey! I do a wonderful American accent.”

“No, you really don’t.” I rolled my eyes.

“Amabel! She’s making fun of me!” Harry called to his girlfriend.

“What? No I’m not!” I protested and then hung up. I laughed, imagining Harry and Amabel bickering back and forth. It may have been a little cruel to leave him to have that conversatio, but he's a big boy.

I put my phone in my pocket and then left the room, nervous to confront Liam after what just happened between us. When I came back to the front room he was leaning against the kitchen counter on his phone. “Do you have a twitter?” he asked me randomly.

“No.” I said, opening  the fridge and taking out the orange juice.

“Why not?” He said, clearly upset.

“I dunno,” I shrugged, pouring some juice in a glass. “I never got into social media.”

“You’re so behind, babe,” he chuckled and I flushed when he called me that. “Let’s make you an account.”

“Are you sure? Twitter seems pretty lame and useless.” I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes widened. “It’s not. Niall and I are on all the time. It’s a great way to connect to our fans.”

“Okay,” I agreed and sat down, Liam taking the chair next to me. Within minutes I had a Twitter account and the first I thing I do is follow Liam, Harry, Niall, Louis and Zayn. “What’s this?” I asked him when I open Zayn’s twitter. He posted a picture of some sort of drawing. I couldn’t make it out.

“I don’t know. He posts random stuff sometimes. None of the lads know what it is either.” He said, focusing on his screen now. My phone makes a notification sound, and I see that Liam and Harry followed me already.

“I have two followers!” I faked excitement and Liam laughs.

“I think you have more than two.” He pointed out and I look at my mentions. Within minutes of opening my account I have two hundred followers.

“Why did they follow me?” I asked.

“They see that I’m following you.” He explained as if it was obvious.

“Oh,” I mutter. “How many followers do you have?”

“I have 13 million right now. It changes all the time.”

My eyes bulged. “That’s a lot!”

Liam smiled. “I know. Our fans are the best. Harry has the most with 17 million. I don’t know why people care what we lads have to say anyways.”

I frowned. “’Cause you’re a super hot, super famous boy band that can make any Directioner smile and laugh by doing nothing intelligent or efficient at all.”

Liam blinked. “Seriously? No way.”

“Yes, way!” I cried. “You don’t know how much you do for those girls by replying to them or following them on Twitter. They want you to notice them so badly.” Why can’t he understand? Being a Directioner myself, I know what the life of a fangirl is like. I didn’t have Twitter, but I had other connections. I listened and sang along to their music. I’m older than other Directioners but I love them just the same. That’s why it’s so hard to believe I know them.

“I never thought of it like that.” Liam muttered and I shot him a smile.

He smiled back and it warmed my entire body to see the way his eyes squint when he smiles widely. His happiness makes me happy, and I don’t know what to make of that. 

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