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.



35. Chapter 34 ~ Parker

Chapter 34 ~ Parker

I know I don’t have long before Liam tries to come after me, so I get in my car and drive to his apartment to pack my bags. I don’t know where I’ll stay; I have no place to go. I call Niall when I get there and as soon as he answers he knows what’s wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and I sniffle when I step inside.

“No,” I sob. “Can I come and stay with you?”

“Of course, come over as soon as you can. I’ll text you the address.”

“Thank you.” I hang up, and I hear the door opening, signaling that Liam is home. I slam my bedroom door, and just as I am about to lock it, Liam opens the door, his eyes red rimmed.

“Please don’t leave.” He begs me, but the pain is too much. I can’t handle what he said. Whether he meant to or not, he just released a bomb and I don’t know how to deactivate it. I ignore him, shoving clothes and all everything in sight into a duffel bag. I turn to leave the room but he catches me by my wrist and makes me look him in the eye. “We can work this out. Everything will be okay. Just don’t leave, please.”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry, Liam.” I pull free from his grasp and go to the kitchen. When I’m in the small hallway Liam comes and pushes me against the wall, causing the duffel bag to be dropped to the floor. His lips meet mine, and he tries to open my mouth. It takes everything I have not to kiss him back, not to run my fingers through his short hair.

“Kiss me back.” Liam pleas, but I can’t. I’m too embarrassed, too mortified to be around him right now. I need to leave and sort it all out.

I knew when I first kissed Liam that this would happen, that there were things I had to deal with in order to be with him—and that’s what I want—but I never thought it would be like this. It’s so much more painful than I could imagine.

I pull back and turn my head so he can’t kiss me again. When I meet his eyes, he silently begs me to stay. “You can’t kiss me and expect it to be okay. It doesn’t change anything.” At my words, Liam bowed his head and dropped his arms from the wall where he was holding me. I breathe heavily and try not to cry again.

“I’ll be staying with Niall.” I tell him. I wasn’t going to let him think I was going on the streets again. I was never going back there.

“You’re making a mistake. I can help you through this, you don’t have to deal with this alone, Parker.” He didn’t meet my eyes, and I wanted so badly to go to him and jump into his arms, but I can’t ignore what he did, purposely or not.

I didn’t answer him; I just left him alone in the hallway. As soon as the door clicked shut I broke down. As I was walking to my car I sobbed, out of humiliation, anger, but most of all because of the pain in my chest. I hadn’t even left his apartment five minutes ago, and I’m already miserable without him. He was my safety net, but this time he let me fall, he let me hit the ground, and now I can’t get up.

When I check my phone, I already have three missed calls from Liam and the promised text from Niall. I ignore Liam’s calls and follow the address to Niall’s place. When the engine roars to life, I turn up the stereo and put in my CD by The Script. It’s so loud I can’t even hear myself think. That’s what I want though; I don’t want to let myself change my mind. I’m not ready to face the hate or the comments that break my walls.

By the time I’m knocking on Niall’s door, my phone is off. It wouldn’t stop buzzing so I turned it off and put in my pocket. The tears have dried and I know I look like shit. Niall swings the door open to reveal himself, Zayn and Louis, and pulls me in his arms. He smells good, so I bury my face deeper into his shirt. Zayn and Louis come in on my left and right, so I’m in the middle of the three. I can’t cry anymore. I have run out of tears and I just want to get my mind off of everything.

Why must everyone in my life that I care about fuck it all up?

“Are you alright?” Niall asks me when I pull away and collapse on his couch. I know he knows I’m not okay, but I appreciate him asking anyways.

I shake my head no and the three of them come to sit by me. I snuggle against Zayn chest and Louis flips on the TV. It’s just what I need. “Leave it here, please.” I ask when Louis flips over to an old episode of Friends. I’ve seen it at least twenty times, so I change my mind.

“I know what to put on, this will make you laugh.” Niall claims, and puts on the Bachelor.

At first I’m about to throw the pillow that I’m sitting on at him for picking the worst show at the moment, but then a question comes to mind. “How do you know what channel it’s on?”

He flushes. “Lucky guess I suppose.”

I roll my eyes. “If you know it that well, you know it too well.”

Zayn laughs and Louis and Niall start insulting the show in all possible ways. Their funny and crude remarks make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Zayn doesn’t move, even though I’m putting almost all my weight on his arm, and I smile up at him for being so sweet. He’s laughing at something Louis said, and I can’t help but love the way his tongue sticks out slightly from behind his teeth. But then again, I love the way Liam’s eyes squint when he smiles…no. I won’t let myself think of him and all the pain he’s caused me. I know how much he cares for me—God knows he’s proved it—but it’s not something anyone can handle well. I don’t know how Amabel does it. I really don’t.

Just the feeling of someone absolutely despising you when they haven’t even met you or when you haven’t done anything to them to make them hate you is something to make you slip into depression. Only this time, in this situation, it’s not one person, it’s thousands of people who claim they love the person you do.

Wait, what? Love? I don’t love Liam do I? No, I don’t. I can’t. I don’t love him even though that every cell in my body is aware that he’s not next to me, twirling my hair between his fingers. I don’t love him even though I feel empty and numb because he isn’t there to pick up my broken pieces.

“Parker?” Niall says, snapping me back to reality.

“Hmm?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from something I was staring at while I was zoning out.

“I said are you hungry?”

I wasn’t, but of course he was. “Not really.” I held my stomach and I knew food wasn’t an option right now. 

“But you’re always hungry.” Zayn added. It was true; I was always eating something. I ate when I was thinking, upset, even when I was bored.

“Not today.” I huffed.

“WHAT THE FUCK BEN?!” Louis screamed at the TV.

“What are you yelling about?” I whined at Louis.

“Ben is such an asshole. Des deserves so much more than his shit. Brooks is the one for her.” Louis reasoned with me, even though I had no clue what he was talking about.

“No way, mate. It’s her and Chris. You know it. Brooks isn’t sure what the hell he wants.” Zayn said.

“Your masculinity is suffocating me.” I teased them, and Zayn ruffled my hair. What twenty year old boys watched The Bachelor during their free time?

“We make Amabel watch this too. Don’t take it personally,” Niall told me, and I couldn’t help but giggle. They were so great for getting my mind off of Liam.

“I feel sorry for her.”

“Don’t be. She says she hates it, but we know she loves it secretly. Don’t tell her I said that, she’ll kill me.” Louis said.

“I won’t,” I promised, knowing I was lying. I was definitely doing to bring this to Amabel’s attention. “How much longer is this?” I asked.

“We’re only an half an hour into this one,” Niall said without looking away from the screen. “We have the finale after this, where Des talks to the guys and her and her fiancé are reunited for the first time since the shows stopped airing.

“Really?” I scoffed. “They can’t see each other until they’re on TV? That’s bullshit. That’s too personal. I hate this show.”

Louis’ head snapped over at me and he screamed a sound that sounded like he was in pain. “What are you talking about? This is entertainment, this is bloody amazing.”

"You think? You think being forced to fall in love with someone on unrealistic circumstances is romantic? This is so fucking lame. You’re basically forced to marry someone or not be with them at all. These shows are crap.” It was true. I hated these shows.

Louis stuck his nose in the air and Niall giggled. Zayn was fighting laughter. Was I seriously fighting with Louis Tomlinson about The Bachelor? I don’t know how it happened, but I was somehow roped into watching two and a half more hours of this show, throwing rude comments out, which resulted in Louis eventually throwing a pillow at my face.

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