Catfish

Chapter 10

Nev's POV

"There's thousands of pictures, interviews, performances and so much miscellaneous of him with family I suppose? I've never seen this before," I tell Max as he records everything shown on the computer screen.

I dragged the most recent picture Danielle assumes is that he's sent her and so much information popped up that I don't even know where to start. I started with images and most of them are him and four other men with him. I read a couple articles saying that he is I fact from the UK and he's in a band called One Direction. They're skyrocketing to the charts right now and they have a single called "What Makes You Beautiful" and it's number one in 30 countries so far. This is definitely the guy in the pictures Danielle sent me, but I'm not so sure this is the guy she's been talking to for over a year.

"So he's in a band and that's what he told Danielle, so he wasn't lying on that part," Max says.

"Yeah but he told her he had gigs in other parts of the UK and Dublin...thats in Ireland," I emphasize, "plus she said when she talked to him he had an interview in Dublin but was in Washington."

"So he was in Washington supposably in Ireland when he spoke to her," he assures.

"Exactly," I turn back to him.

"This reminds me of the one case we did when the girl thought she was talking to Bow Wow," he half laughs.

"Yeah but he was already famous," I smile, "this Liam guy is literally becoming famous faster than we ever did. They've released one song and they are already know in so many countries it's crazy. And to add that, he and his band have thousands of girls screaming outside buildings and I don't see that if this is really him, I don't see how he has time to be talking to Danielle as much as he does."

"Exactly," Max points, "I'm sure they have a strict policy with their management. They are young boys still so I'm sure they rarely have time to talk to anyone for that matter."

"We have so much information that I'm actually afraid to tell Danielle what we found out," I bite my nails, "I mean she can easily search him right now and see what we see and read but she called us because I'm sure that's what she was afraid of doing."

"We should call her," Max hands me my phone. I dial in her number and wait for an answer.

"Hello?" she answers.

"Hey Danielle, it's Nev and Max again," I say.

"Oh hello," she laughs.

"How are you?" I smile.

"I'm good. I've been waiting for your call," she says.

"Good. So we have so much to share with you and we were hoping to get to show you soon so how about we meet at your place tomorrow morning?" I wait for an answer.

"Sure sure," she finally speaks, "that's perfect."

"Okay great. Just send us your address and we'll be there tomorrow around nine? Sound good with you?"

"That's perfect," Danielle at the same time seems nervous yet excited, "I have dance rehearsals at 6 so I'll be back by 8 in time."

"Okay great. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow," I say, "bye."

"Bye," she finalizes the call.

"This is nerve racking," I tug at my hair.

"I'm excited though," Max says.

Danielle's POV

"Are you nervous?" Ashley asks. We are both sitting on the couch watching Netflix and eating popcorn. We were watching 'Step Up' as we are both dancers and enjoy the movie, but I'm too wounded up to admire the young Channing Tatum right now.

"A little bit," I stuff my face with popcorn, "but I'm afraid to see what he's found."

"Do you think the Liam you've been talking to is the Liam that was on TV," she turns the volume down on the movie and scoots closer to me.

"I don't know," I sigh, "I don't think I'm even talking to him." I referred to the rising star.

"What will you do if it isn't that Liam," she covers her self with the blanket.

I shrug, "I mean if it isn't I would be frustrated of course, but whoever I am talking to is really sweet and obviously does care about me even though he's probably not who'd I expect..unless it's a scam to fool me."

"But even if it is the Liam that was on TV," she continues,"what are you going to do? You hate famous people and said yourself that you would never date one."

"I know.. but I don't know? I dread famous people besides Demi since she's a doll and I got to see the real her the day we danced for her at the TCA's."

"Maybe Liam will be like that? Who knows," she grabs more popcorn.

"Look at you," I smile, "I thought you hated Liam."

"I do," she laughs, "but for your sake I hope he is the one."

"Thanks Ash," I open my arm for her to come in and hug me. I give her a good squeeze and stand from the couch.

"I'm going to bed," I yawn.

"Okay, I'm going to admire more of Mr. Tatum's body," she jokes.

"Then watch 'The Vow'," I suggest.

"Believe me...I will," she laughs. I leave her there to reminisce and make my way to my room. I change from sweats to shorts since it's get bloody hot at night.

My phone starts to vibrate and I go over and check it. It's Liam.

From: Liam <3

*Babe are you okay? You didn't answer my text this morning. Is everything alright? I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you today..*

"Bloody hell," I curse. I'm hesitating to text him back but I do to release my hesitation.

To: Liam <3

*im fine..I've just been rehearsing.*

That's a complete lie but I'm sure by the end of this journey, he probably has more than my little white lie.

From: Liam <3

*i miss you..*

Reading the immediate text back makes my stomach drop. I suddenly don't feel the butterflies I used to feel every time he said that or when he would tell me he loved me. Everything's changing.

To: Liam <3

*me too..*

Maybe that seemed a bit harsh?

From: Liam <3

*Are you sure you are alright?*

I decide not to reply. I'm really not in the mood to find out if this is the Liam on TV or not. Could it be that I talked to Liam before fame? I mean it is a possibility but then again I could be wrong?

I shut my phone off and toss it in the drawer of my night stand. I know "Liam" will be constantly calling and texting and I don't want to stress myself right now. I mean it's late in London right now or wherever he is. London, US whatever. I pull back my hair and pull the duvet enough for me to get in bed. I lay on my side and start drifting off.

"Danielle!" someone calls, and the voice sounds so familiar. I was halfway asleep already. I open my eyes and sit up. It's not Ashley whose calling out for me though.

"Danielle!" they call again.

Could it be?