We'll Always Have Paris - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Gabrielle Moreau is a 19-year old French girl living in Paris, the “capital of love”. To most people she looks ordinary, but behind her high-built façade hides a girl that suffers. She tries to shut the inferior sides of her life out by doing the things she loves and letting her thoughts circle around something elsewhere—and she succeeds in focusing on the good things in life flawlessly.
When Gabrielle an early morning gets a call from One Direction’s manager, who offers her the opportunity of working with them on their summer tour in Paris, she immediately replies him with a yes. She doesn’t know it just yet, but within the next few months she will get to grow a close bond to each of the boys in the band—and particularly one of them. Before she knows it, Gabrielle has been thrown into something she this time won’t be able to pull herself out of … Will she finally start opening herself up to someone and let them in without any conditions? **Check out the trailer in the right sidebar**

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34. A day in Liam's paradise

 

The loud bump makes my eyes flutter open. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and raising to my elbows, my eyes glance searchingly through the room. It's like I somehow have expected to see some creepy burglar searching through my jewelry box, but to my surprise no one is present. The noise that woke me must have come from downstairs. 

In the darkness of my room I stumble out of bed and warily step towards the black curtains in front of my window. My hands part them from each other and I wince back from the bright light in the moment it hits my face. Whilst squinting my eyes I move towards the ancient tree wardrobe below the small wall mirror, pulling out a drawer and quickly jumping into a couple of high-waisted jean shorts and another one of my worn tees. Then I throw on a large pearl necklace and paint my lips in a faint pink color, finishing up my daily look by driving a hand through my long hair. I turn to take a last look in the mirror.

I bite my lip to hold in a sigh. Happy birthday, Gabrielle.

Taking the last few steps down the staircase, the scent of hot chocolate and my dad's freshly baked birthday-baguettes with garlic butter surrounds me. A small smile breaks through my stern façade and creeps onto my lips. Thinking of how much this birthday is different from the past ones in my early childhood days, my dad still manages to build up our family's very own tradition. He knows better than anyone else how much it means to me he puts his time and energy into everything, even the small things, on a special occasion as this.

When I take the last step downstairs and enter the grand living room not only one, but six heads snaps in my direction. Smiles grow to invincibility and eyes glow with cheerfulness and happiness as I stand there, gaping at the many overwhelming impressions I get at once.

Confetti in all the beautiful colors of the rainbow is sprawled across the cold floor beneath my feet, and even more of it is blown towards me by a fan placed beside me. The dining table is covered with the food I had guessed my way to knowing my dad has cooked. Between shiningly clean plates, silverware and glasses of freshly pressed orange juice, the aroma already makes my stomach growl beneath my shirt. The extravagance of the many decorations and tiny details around the room is simply too much. 

And in the middle of it all is five familiar boys standing with silly party hats on their heads, wide smiles brighting up their faces.

"There she is!" Niall yelps, taking the stupid hat off his head as he pulls me in for one of his famous bear hugs. Just before the moment he'll crack my bones arrives, he lets go off me. With a wide grin he fastens the hat's elastic below my chin. "Happy birthday, Gabs!"

I hesitate rolling my eyes at him; everyone has soon taken use of the ugly nickname Zayn originally came up with and apparently there's nothing I can do about it. I might as well get used to it. 

Niall throws an arm around my shoulder and whilst we walk to join the others, I let my arm slip around his waist. A big group-hug from the boys awaits me, and when they finally let go of me even I can't help the smile making its way to my lips. "Guys, you really didn't have to do this," I hear myself speak, leaning for comfort against Niall's side. "There was a reason of why I didn't tell you it was my birthday today...I just knew you would make a big deal out of it." I frown. "Wait, how do you know it's my birthday anyways?"

A couple of strong, warm hands falls upon my shoulders. I twirl around and face my dad, eyes sparkling with something I can't quite put my finger on. "I told the boys," he tells me. "I just didn't want you to live through the day pretending like you didn't just take the last and final step into the grown-up life. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Awe," I say and embrace him. "But now you've made me sad; my teenage years are gonna last forever." My stare is sinister when I turn towards the boys, pointing a strict finger at them. "Do you hear me? I'm forever young."

"Then I think you're taking our X factor cover a bit too seriously," Zayn superiorly speaks in a tease, lightly padding my shoulder. I shrug it off.

A thought passes through my mind and suddenly I feel very grateful for having a day off from work. If we actually were to play another gig tonight, one of the boys would at some point have mentioned my 20th birthday to the crowd. And them pulling me onto the stage and asking the fans to sing Happy Birthday to me would surely earn me a couple nightmares. When it comes to the boys and their spontaneous surprises they have no limits.

 

 

 

"Please, please, please tell me where we're going?" I tilt forward in my seat to put my head beside Zayn's. The leathered car seat makes the movement a bit difficult, but I stay in position. "C'mon Zaynie, you know you want to tell me," I plead. He doesn't give me an answer, but the smile forming on his lips is undeniable. I lightly smack his cheek whilst secretly hoping that it'll make him spill the details.

"It's not gonna work, babe," Louis chuckles from the driver's position behind the Mercedes' steering wheel. "Just wait a few more minutes. We'll be there any moment now."

I fall back in my seat with a sigh. I feel like a little child constantly asking its parents for more information about the time of their arrival at some random place, but something makes me blurt out everything on my mind even when I don't mean to. I guess the impatience is getting the best of me.

The car skids to a stop and when I take a glance out the blurred glass of my window, my mouth drops to my chest. Clicking myself out of the seat and fumbling with the dark plastic door handle, I stumble out of the car. My eyes catch glimpses of tall, thin and elegant towers alongside their magical, colorful windows and beautiful silvery bricks and tiles glimmering in the sun all at once. The one and only edifice's glamorous  streamers tower in the distance, thrown around by the aggressive wind that in this very moment are messing up my loose hair to perfection. The image of the pale castle placed in the middle of the enormous lush park beneath the brightening sun reminds me of the royal decorations in the sand on a sunny day at the beach.
I stand still in astonishment whilst getting lost in the view of Disneyland.

"So how do you like your surprise?" I hear three car doors slam shut at once and I turn around to regard the boys, Liam seizing me with a wide grin on his face. "It was my idea, so you better like it."

"If I like it?" I gape. "I haven't been here in like, forever! Saying I'm glad would be a huge understatement."

The ancient knot of my previous mourning tightens in my stomach. Thinking twice, the last time I was here was with her. Back in the happy days when I wasn't worrying and everything I knew was fine. Before everything accelerated and turned into a living nightmare...

A simple blink of my eyes and the faint voices of the boys' pushes me out of trance and back into reality.

What's past is past.

 

 

 


Niall pads my shoulder when he moves past me towards the gates of the park. "The adventurous adventures of One Direction part 3, here we come!"

After two hours plain amusement rides and guided tours around the castle with an amazingly excited Liam wanting to pose for a picture by every single trademark around the park, we at last settle down for some lunch at one of the many way too expensive restaurants. Even now when we're not on the move nobody seems to recognize the famous faces of the boys; the park's guests mostly consist of families with very young children and that makes us all able to breathe out for a bit of tranquility.

Whilst waiting for our Chinese food to be delivered in the noodle bar, Louis gestures towards me and Harry sitting closely beside each other, hands as well as fingertips tangled up in each other. "My gentlemen," he loudly declares to Zayn, Liam and Niall, "our curly-haired is dating an older woman." He wipes a fake tear from his eye.

Zayn's cough silences us all. "Well, that's certainly not a new one." 

"Don't ruin the moment, git," the inked, brown-haired boy shoots back with a moody glare. "I'm gonna mess you up if you don't--"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, I will--"

"Look!" Liam suddenly gasps with a pointing. "Look, look!" Forgetting about Louis and Zayn's stupidly-begun feud, we all turn around in our seats. The image of a Donald Duck mascot in full sailor costume is what meets us. "We gotta go up there," Liam breaths and gets up from the table, fast on his tracks. He mechanically walks toward the muppets, drawn to them like a child.

"I better go with him," Niall says and rolls his eyes at his childish friend before dropping his napkin and tracing his footsteps towards the cartoon characters.

I watch in amusement as Liam happily stand in queue behind the endless line of small kids; his love for Disney is never going to change. The picture gets even funnier when Liam finally drags Niall with him up towards Donald with a harsh pull in his arm. Liam's face expression looks as excited as ever whilst Niall looks like he's about to step into his death. It's probably his fright of the pictures being lacked on Tumblr that haunts his tortured mind.

"Please don't tell me you want to go up there, too," a husky voice echoes in my ear, awaking me from the amusing scene taking place not far from our table. I turn my head and am greeted by a pair of leaf green eyes peering expectantly into mine, hiding just as much amusement as I am feeling myself.

I laugh and snuggle up closer against his chest. "Never in a million years."

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