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.



9. Chapter 8 ~ Parker

Chapter 8 ~ Parker

Who the hell does Liam think he is? He just came up to me and started asking me all these questions about my life and what I was telling Niall. He has no right to know! That’s personal and I had never told anyone. Even if I had a best friend—I know, sad, right?—I wouldn’t tell him/her. It’s something that’s deep inside me, but it kills me every day, and every day is a struggle.

That’s why I’m so angry at Liam. He has no idea what happened and he acts like it’s no big deal if I tell him. He doesn’t know anything! Unless I’m drunk or on drugs or something, he never will. However, I do feel kind of bad though, for yelling at him. It’s not my fault he looked so attractive in that tank top he was wearing. I’m just like other girls; I love them as a band. I had them on loop when things were…happening. One Direction and their music kept me sane and grounded, something I will never be able to repay them for. They have no idea how much they mean to me. I know it’s pretty lame for a 19 year old to love a boy band so much. But their music reaches so many levels—levels that some people can’t see. But that doesn’t change the fact that Liam is a nosy and annoying person.

Going out into the public eye with Niall —swoon— made me a little more confident. Now, I don’t spend 24 hours a day under my tarp. As long as my face is hidden, I go anywhere I want. Yes, this could be dangerous, but there’s only so much I can handle in the alley. The constant lack of sun, the rodents, the smell; it isn’t the ideal place to go when you “move out” as I like to call it.

I had been thinking a lot about Liam’s offer, the one he made twice already, and the one I declined twice. It would be nice to have someplace to stay, even if it was with someone I didn’t particularly like. But then, a smile formed on my face when I really thought about it. I would be staying in Liam Payne’s house. Maybe I would be able to see the rest of the boys too. I didn’t admit this to anyone—let alone myself—but I was so scared. I was scared that the cops would find me here when I was sleeping and take me to my parents. That could not happen. The guilt would kill me.

The street I had been walking down was empty. My mind was wondering now, so I didn’t notice anyone or anything around me, until I heard a car come rumbling down the street. My head snapped up and my heart stopped beating. I knew that sound, I knew that car. No. God, please no. I turned sharply around, and like I expected, it was them. With adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I began sprinting down the street, away from the car. This cannot be happening. Keep running. Don’t stop. Faster.

Fear consumed me as I pumped my legs faster, the only thing running through my mind was that I had to hide, I had to get away. But my plan was soon paused when I crashed into someone, knocking them and myself to the ground—hard.

“Ouch! Parker, are you okay? What’s happening?” a familiar voice said. Liam. I scrambled to my hands and knees, pulling him with me behind a truck that was halfway parked inside an alley. My back was pressed tightly against the truck as I held my breath in my lungs. I shut my eyes so tight I saw spots. Liam kept asking me what was wrong and what was happening, but I blocked out his voice, wishing he would shut up. All I focused on was the sound of the car as it faded away, and only then did I begin breathing again; deep breaths to calm myself down. Only I couldn’t. It was impossible; it was too close of a call. My shoulders shook, tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if they saw me.

“Parker?” Liam asked softly, one of his hands rubbing my back. I couldn’t answer. He brought me closer to him, pulling me to his chest, but I pushed him away.

“Get away!” I screamed, hiding my face in my hands. It was too much. Liam backed up, and didn’t make a sound until I was silent.

“Who was that, Parker?” He whispered, looking at me.

I gulped, goose bumps forming on my skin. “My…parents,” I wiped away the tears that were on my cheeks and stood, Liam doing the same.

“What did they do to you?” He looked worried.

“It wasn’t…” I stopped myself there. I wasn’t going to share this with him. My knees weren’t that supportive, so I sunk down to the ground again.

“It’s okay…it’s okay.” Liam soothed, but I glared at him.

“No! It’s not okay! You don’t get it! You don’t understand anything!” I snapped. I bit my lip and stood once more. I was more stable this time. I had to get out of here. My feet began to lead me back to my “home” but Liam stopped me. Couldn’t see I didn’t want to talk?

“I…I don’t understand,” he said, pleading with his eyes. Wow, he was a great actor. He should do a movie or something.

“Let. Me. Go,” I hissed, jerking away and running back to where I could hold myself through the night, leaving Liam standing there, looking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.


Later that night, I stared at a whole in my tarp, thinking about what the hell I was doing. Not here, but with my life. It was crazy how much my life has changed within a few weeks. A month ago, I was happy—or pretending to be—living a normal—ha!—life with my parents. I was planning for college, which wasn’t going to happen now. I did want an education, but I wasn’t going to go running back to my parents asking to go to school.

Liam. Did he care? For a split second when he was comforting me that he might. But then I thought why would he have a reason to? We weren’t friends, we weren’t dating, we were just…Acquaintances. (Can I just say I had the hottest acquaintance ever? But that’s beside the point.) Yes, that’s what’s best, right?

I think living on the streets and constantly having to watch my back is driving me insane. My whole life I had to be the strong one, the one that was keeping things in order when things blew up at home. That was the first time I had cried in a long time, and it felt…great. My mom and dad were always there for me, but I never wanted them near me, it never felt right.

Since I had ran away, I pulled out my phone and stared at Garrett’s number, eyes watering. But I refused to cry again. My thumb hovered over the call button, my mind racing. What would I say? What could I say? I sat there for what felt like hours before I pressed call. My hands were shaking. He wasn’t answering. Was he ignoring me?

“Hey, it’s Garrett. I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll call you back.” The voice mail told me. My chest constricted at the sound of his voice. The beep went off, telling me to start talking.

“Hey, Garrett it’s me. I’m sorry for not calling sooner, but I…I just couldn’t.” My chin quivered. “I am so sorry…for everything. I love you so much. Call me back. I promise I’m okay.” I hung up. I threw my phone on my blanket, fighting tears, and I noticed Liam’s number and address on the piece of paper he gave me three days ago. I grabbed it and held it. It was so tempting to go and call him, but what would that tell him? That I wasn’t able to take care of myself?

Maybe I wasn’t. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my stomach was always demanding to be fed. Showers were a problem too, since I could only grab one at nighttime in the community locker room that people used after they went swimming in the pool. I couldn’t resist; I grabbed the paper and set off to find where Liam was staying.


Later that night, as I walked down the street, my heart was pounding and my palms were becoming sweaty. I probably stared at the address so many times I memorized it. The number and street name were on a loop in my mind. My legs carried me there quickly; I had hardly any time to think. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect. He was a famous pop star with loads of money. He certainly could afford anything he wanted.

What would he say if he saw me there? He would probably think I was a lost puppy looking for shelter—and I wasn’t. I just wanted to see where I would be living if I took him up on his offer, which I probably wouldn’t. Before I could even think any more there I was, in front of Liam Payne’s house. Well, it wasn’t actually a legitimate house, since he didn’t permanently live here. It was a large apartment building that had about ten floors. It was white and simple, yet you knew the inside would be nice. I gulped.

Apartment 34, Floor 6. I read it over and over again. With my head spinning and my stomach clenching, I worked up the courage —after about fifteen minutes— and walked inside. There was no one in sight when I first stepped in, but then an older man —I placed him in his early sixties— wearing a bellhop uniform.

“Can I help you, miss?” He asked sweetly.

I smiled. “No thank you, I’m just here to see Liam Payne.”

“Ah, Mr. Payne,” the old man smiled. “What a nice young man. My name is Arthur, if you stop by again.”

“I will do, Arthur.” I gave him a small wave and found the elevator around the corner. I pressed the 6 button once I got inside. That was probably the longest elevator ride I had ever experienced. It was so quiet you could hear my heart pounding. Ding. I stepped out and followed the signs. Apartments 25 through 35 were to my left. The halls were deserted and I looked over my shoulder more than once.

I was right; it was a really nice hotel. Between every other set of doors were a small table and mirror. It was a welcoming environment and if I could afford to live here on my own I would.  There it was. Apartment 34. It looked like every other door in this place. The numbers were screwed into the door with silver bolts, blending in with the numbers. The golden handle stood out against the white paint of the door.

What was I doing here? I didn’t want to live with Liam! I was fine just where I was. I stepped back and began walking down the hall, but then I stopped, turned around, and narrowed my eyes. No. Walk away.

And so I did, saying goodbye to Arthur on my way out.

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