I sat in my chair, mulling over everything that had happened. Trying to make sense of what exactly was going on. I wanted to be distracted from it all, but that was impossible. Not even Louis shoving an entire cupcake in his mouth in an effort to distract Harry during his solo shots were enough to make me crack so much as a smile.

"Alright everyone! Looks like Niall has something to say!"

My head shot up, and sure enough the voice belonged to Simon. Next to him stood a smiling... Niall? That was not what I was expecting, I was expecting a sullen Niall who had been told by Simon to either suck it up, or face being kicked out of the band. I didn't want that of course, and the thought of it happening hadn't been helping my stress levels.

"Sorry about that everyone, haven't had the best couple of weeks and I just sort of let it all out! But everything's alright now, so let's make this the best video yet!"

He was cut off by the other boys' shouts as they launched themselves onto him in a giant bear hug.

"Alright, alright! Set up for the shot with Niall and Alice then! Let's get this done!" The director shouted. I stood up, taking a big breath to steady myself as I made my way over to my mark. As I stood, waiting for the director to yell action, Simon passed by me and leaned over to whisper something in my ear.

"Don't be too hard on him."

I looked at him, confused as he walked off with a mysterious smile. But I didn't have much time to think it over because next thing I knew, the director had yelled action.

I made my way through the crowd... a sudden sense of desperation taking hold of me. It may have been acting, but a part of me wanted to find Niall, find him and demand the truth. More than that... I wanted to say sorry for whatever it was I had done.

I half expected the take to end up the way the last two had, with Niall staring at me like I was nothing but dirt, and exploding with insults. Instead as I made my way through the crowd of extras I was faced with a smiling Niall.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, taking my hand and bringing me in close to his body. We began to dance around the room, practically gliding across the floor.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. It was my actual line... but I meant it sincerely. I looked up at him, hoping, pleading him with my eyes to forgive me for whatever I had done.

"For what? You've done nothing wrong." He twirled me, and then brought my close, our noses practically touching. He was looking at me with what looked like to be sincere care and... love, the same look he gave me the morning I woke up with no memories of our past.

[i]Who knew you were such a good actor[/i] I thought.

"It hurts me, to think that you've ever cried." His voice rang out through the speakers, and as he mouthed the line he reached a hand up to wipe away a tear from my eye. I hadn't even realized I had begun to cry.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry..." I repeated, hearing the sound of more tears approaching in my voice, and stepped away from him. In my hands was the last piece of the fake jewel heart. I turned and disappeared in the crowd, wiping away the tears on my face. I barely heard the director yell cut. As soon as he did however everyone crowded around, grinning and telling us both how great it was. I could only smile weakly and thank them. I was relieved when the director called for a break before we started the last shot of the video.

I sat in my chair, and tried to regain my senses. That.... clearly wasn't in the cards for me however because Niall was soon in front of me, asking to talk.

"Of course." I murmered quietly as he sat down next to me, "What's up?"

He was quiet for a moment, before words began to spill out, "Alice, I've regretted my words the moment they came out. This entire time... it's just a huge misunderstanding and-"

"It's a misunderstanding that you broke my heart?" I said quietly, "It's a misunderstanding that you're dating Charlene?"

"Alice, I had too. Charlene's management... they came to our management and told them they wanted Charlene and I to get together, y'know for the publicity. They said... they said I had to break up with you or they'd-"

"They'd what, Niall?" I interrupted, suddenly getting angry, "Because to be honest, I don't think there's much they could've done that would've messed me up half as much as you breaking up with me did."

"I didn't want them to hurt you!" Niall said desperately, "I didn't know what they'd do... I just wanted to protect you. And I thought...I thought you'd be better off without me anyway. Without the crazy fans, I've seen the things they say to you. What if one of them went through with one of their threats? And hurt you? I couldn't... the thought of that killed me. And then... I thought maybe you losing your memories... it was a sign that you deserved better. That I wasn't good enough for you."

"Seriously?" I stood up, tears suddenly spilling out of my eyes, "You think you weren't good enough for me Niall? I spent this entire time believing I was nothing, that I would never be good enough for [i]you[/i]! When I lost my memories, you could've easily tossed me aside, but you didn't! You...you were perfect. And I would've dealt with the crazy fans... with management, I don't care what life threw at me, I could've dealt with it if I had you by my side!"

Niall stared at me, shaking his head, "No... no Alice, you... you seriously think that?" he stood up, attempting to pull me in for a hug.

"Don't." I whispered, "Please... just-"

"Okay guys! Time for this last shot, let's make it a good one!" the director interrupted me, for which I was grateful.

"I'm sorry." I murmered and turned to head to make up so they could fix the mess my crying had made.

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Ten minutes later I was out on a balcony built for the shoot, fiddling with my bracelets.

"Ready?"

I nodded.

"Action!"

The song began to playback and I looked out over the balcony, wishing I wouldn't have to look behind me to see which boy was the one to end the video with me.

I knew now there was no "deciding" who it would have been, - the other boys would have insisted it be Niall.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned. Niall stood infront of me, holding out his hand, his eyes pleading with me.

[i]"I’m a thief, I’m a thief, So put your hands up."[/i]

I took his hand and he brought me closer.

[i]"(I’m a thief, I’m a thief.) 'Cause it’s a stand up."[/i]

"You have it." Niall whispered in my ear.

"Have what?" I asked innocently.

"My heart." He whispered, "You've always had it. I love you."

[i]"I won’t be leaving 'til I finish stealing every piece of your heart"[/i]

I stared at him, the "You've always had it, I love you." was not in the script. Niall reached into the small purse I had looped around my arm, and took out the completed jewel heart.

[i]"Cause you stole my heart"[/i]

Niall leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I melted into the kiss, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

[i]I love you too... but how can we go move on from this?[/i] I thought, pain running through my chest.

As the music stopped, and the lights turned on, people began to congratulate us on how great the take was, the director agreeing that they needed no more shots.

I tried to duck away as quickly as possible, and when Niall grabbed my arm, I looked at him and shook my head, "I'm sorry Niall... I just...I can't right now."

And as his grip loosened, his face crumpled, and I could only turn away, unwilling to let him see how much this hurt me as well.