I Thought We Were Something (LPFF) & (COMPLETED) +Bk1

Chapter 1 ~ Liam, Danielle, The News & Me

After a brilliant date, a secret brilliant date with Liam Payne,

Yes Liam James Payne, my heart was a flatter. The date wasn’t difficult or awkward, it was enjoyable and pleasant and care free and not to mention pressure less.

Liam had asked me out while I had gone to London to see a concert that they were playing at, actually no it wasn’t at the concert it was a few days after the concert, I’ll better explain it and to do that we actually have to go back quite a lot, it was a few months back, I got a text, saying Hey Danielle its me Liam, yeah you know me right, or you did, or could have, I mean we spent a long time together, I thought we were something but we weren’t or we were, oh man so confused, I just want to say I’m getting over you slowly, okay that’s it ~Liam

My mind buzzed, I mean I don’t know a Liam, I don’t get, I know a Liam from One Direction and Danielle is or was his girlfriend. I mean this couldn’t be right I tell myself I mean this isn’t possible can’t be or could it, could Liam have sent this message this text to the wrong number the number me? I shake my head not possible, but it all fits into place, make sort of sense, although this message is sitting on my phone, and not hers mine, oh wow.

I say nothing of it, then a few days later I get a call. Private Number Calling it flashes on my screen, I take the call. “Guess Who” says the caller, my mind races, I know that voice, from the music, the interviews, the songs could it be I take a wild guess “Liam?” I ask “Yea that’s me” He replies “wait your voice its Australian right?” he asks, I swallow he’s just figured it out, I don’t know what to say speechless kind of wordless, tell the truth, I say to myself, tell the truth. “I am Australian” I say “oh wrong number, um you wouldn’t be a fan by any chance would you?” he asks, I swallow, tell the truth I say, to myself tell the truth. “I am a fan” I reply “OH” then there is silence “Are you going to tell the press about this?” I think “Maybe a few online friends” I say “No body can know” he tells me I swallow” “Oh sure okay, no one” more silence. “What’s your name?” He asks “Its Mary-Joy, I’m from Australia” “You know who I am” I hear him laugh slowly, but I can hear caution in it “Yes, I do know who you are, Liam um how did you get my number?” silence “The website you know the official website, when you signed up you put your number in, many fans did, and well yeah there was some complications on my end, and yeah, I got it” he explains, my mind spins, what’s going on here? Is a question that I’m asking myself  “Liam I received a text message from you which I guess was supposed to be sent to Danielle” more silence “Can you delete it?” he asks “Sure I mean offcourse”  “Cheers, listen I’ll ring you some other time, I’ve go to go, now take care bye”

That’s the end of the conversation, I put the phone down not knowing what to say, what to think, wondering it that actually really happen? 

A few months later, after I’ve slightly forgotten about the Liam thing, the news rings the home. “Oh, my I see, arrghh” Mums says on the phone, the call ends “Something regarding Liam Payne from One Direction, they need to speak to you and interview you right away” I swallow could this be actually happening?

The local news rings the doorbell about an hour and half later, I open it, slowly cautiously slightly scared and unsure  “Are you Mary-Joy?” “Yes” I reply “Did you speak with Liam Payne on the phone?” “I did yes” “What did he say?” “That’s confidential” I reply “Alright Miss, there was a text message?” “How do you know about that?” “We don’t really its just a rumour,” “wait we do know, here” says one of the reporters “We have the phone statement” they read out Liam’s number and my number I swallow, this is really happening.

“Danielle is furious, or quite upset” says one of the reporters “Yes, well, she can talk to Liam about is, it was clearly a mistake” I turn to walk back inside. And close the door.

Closing the door on all the reporters screaming questions at me, demanding answers.