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Arielle without even mouthing a word had clicked on videos searching for the wedding video while every other person was registering how Niall was the first ever Larry page. Niall was even interacting with them but Arielle was busy registering everything in her mind. Bree was Niall. Niall was in the webinar. Niall had gotten her the ID. Gin had Niall's number. She looked over at Gin who was busy fangirling over Niall. But who spoke in place of Niall? It was a girl's voice.

So she asked. "It was some girl speaking in place of you. Do you have a voice changing machine? "Arielle asked keeping it light weighted.

"It was Amelia. Amelia Woolley,"Niall just chuckled. Chuckled. Arielle was scrolling through thousands of videos trying to find this one video while her mind was revolving around Amelia and her heart was shattering because Amelia was the rumored girlfriend.

Amelia was everything she feared. She won't say that she has a chance but she knows she has loved Niall with everything she has. She loved Niall like a lover. Harry and Louis were her Larents. Liam was everything she would want in a brother. Zayn was her best friend like partner in crime. She messaged all of them daily. Sharing the thoughts and feelings respectively. But Niall. She had shared everything. She had not messaged her deepest of secrets as she feared that management might read it.

Niall. Niall. Niall. Everything was about Niall. But he was happy and she didn't have a chance. She wasn't pretty enough compared to Amelia. And obviously she was a fan Niall would never notice. And she let that sink in. Still her heart breaking.

"Found it! "Arielle exclaimed. She was going to click on play but stopped in mid. "Ni, did they get to watch their wedding video?Was it snatched away before they got to? "Arielle asked.

"They have a copy with music and editing but the real video is here. It's time the fans watch it,"Niall said.

A simultaneous 'no' was heard and Niall looked shocked.

"We would never intrude. If it's the real video, they get to watch it first. Arielle, just copy-paste it to your storage,"Afsana said while everyone else nodded. Maybe that was the moment Niall once again knew they were still the best fans.

Arielle carefully copy-pasted it and deleted every contract of the boys.

"We still have 10 minutes that means free 8 minutes, "Arielle stated.

"How are we gonna put it out to the world? "Andrea asked

The question she feared. She hadn't given much of a thought. All she had thought of posting it on twitter and when cyber security gets hold off her, she wouldn't care. She was ready to go behind the bars for them.

"Yeah, Arielle. Tell us, "Gin said giving her a glare.

Oh! She was dead. She should've thought this through.

"Arielle you're up, "she just ignored. Arielle muttered a yes and went.

They waited for approximately 5 minutes until a text came of the ID on Gin's phone. N458964ZX

Once again Arielle was way past her work and she quickly typed in the ID.
Whereas the other Arielle was back still laughing.

Everyone was excited to know what she had done and apparently she could get a complaint filed but according to her they had masks.

Arielle had entered the office with 4 of her friends and atleast 7 bottles of shaving foam. They had sprayed on everyones face from guards to the owner. The security manager was too busy washing his eye as she had purposely put it in his eye. She had also deleted the CCTV footage of the same time. They had wrecked the office too.

Let's say it was a small revenge and did no harm. They had enough stolen money from all the artists that they could buy some furnitures. Arielle had laughed with them but she didn't know what she would explain when it came to putting everything out to the world.

"718.624.12.3 ,the IP address guys, "Arielle said shaking all the thoughts away from Niall.

I'm just a fan.
I don't have a chance.
Just a fan.
Just a fan.

She repeated the same few lines in her head like a mantra until someone told her that the first IP address had vanished. She quickly put on another timer just so she would know how much extra time she could have for this one before they try to track her computer.

"You know where what would be in this one? "Arielle asked not locking eyes with Niall but everyone knew it was initiated towards him. She didn't lock eyes because she was angry or something the truth was she didn't have the courage to. Maybe she was a little ashamed that she loved Niall not as an idol but as someone would love their partner.

"There was one contract missing from the Syco's system. It was Briana's contract. And there'd be more videos. They thought we never noticed that they were recording videos but we did. Every contract we signed, there was a video recorded with it,"Niall told her. Maybe, maybe Niall once wanted Arielle to look at the screen. It felt like to him that she was looking everywhere but the screen or specifically him.

Documents. Contracts. Search. Briana Jungwirth.

LOUIS TOMLINSON AND BRIANA JUNGWIRTH (BABYGATE)

Skipping the first few pages, she ended up on the last two.

Louis Tomlinson and Briana Jungwirth hereby agree to the following statements stated below :-

*Louis Tomlinson will confirm in front of the camera that the baby is his and he doesn't want any tests.
*Louis Tomlinson can't reveal to anyone that Briana Jungwirth had agreed to be his surrogate.
*Briana Jungwirth can't reveal the contents of this contract to anyone and has to confirm that the baby is of Louis Tomlinson.
* All the contracts of Harry Styles will be demolished, once Louis Tomlinson confirms to the media that the baby is his.
*Any further statements can be added.

Signed by Louis Tomlinson and Briana Jungwirth.

"Okay this doesn't make sense, "Arielle looks at Niall for the first time waiting for him to explain but getting lost in his ocean blue eyes. She could look into them for eternity and wouldn't regret.

Well, fùck! That's why she wasn't looking.

I slept on your doorstep
Beggin' for one chance
Now that I finally moved on
You say you missed me all along

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