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**


12. Dating in the streets of Paris (part 2)



I'd defiantely recommend it if you listen to Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years" while you read this - specially in the first paragraph :)




After paying the bill for the dinner, we left the restaurant to take a walk in a park Gabrielle knew nearby. It was small and the lights in the lamp posts over the stone paths weren't switched on. It left us in a pure obscure darkness, but it didn't really matter to us. I could still see her white lace summer dress sway in the light breeze and sense the warm feeling in my stomach from her small hand holding mine so sentimentally.

"What, is this like your own private park?" I ask her after we've been walking for a while in the park without seeing any other visitors. "Or are we just here illegally?"

"Neither," she giggles and gives my hand a gentle squeeze, sending shivers down my spine. "Most visitors are families with children: Judging to the fact that it's now night-time, I guess they're all home at their flats. But it suits me fine there's no one here; it gives you a moment of peace, if you know what I mean?"

I do. Living the life that I do, it's more than easy for me to understand.

A rather large amount of flickering lights shows themselves in front of us as we turn a corner of the path. I hear Gabrielle letting out an expressionless gasp before she like a little child pulls excitedly in my arm.

"Look!" she happily exclaims and points a finger at the lights. As I squint my eyes together to have a better look, I learn to know that what we're looking at is a light-filled pavilion by a soggy lakeside a distance away. "We gotta go!" she begs me. Before I know it she has pulled us both towards the pavilion in a run.

"Wow, you're stronger than I thought," I breath as she with a tight grip on my hand runs toward the pavilion that has caught her attention within a second, almost snapping her out of the reality that is taking a walk with me. And yet she somehow still manages to get me to run with her without hesitation; maybe it's because of that smile on her face I just don't ever want to wipe off. 

When we get to the pavilion I hear music playing from a couple of radio speakers, and I soon realize why Gabrielle wants to go there as badly as she does.

She wants to dance.

We take the last few steps towards the pavilion up a short staircase, walking out onto the floor right as the playing song ends and skips to a new number. Within a few notes I can recognise it as Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years."

A wry smile takes its place on my lips when I pull her close to my body and place my hands on her waist. To complete the dancing position she throws her hands around my neck, making me shiver beneath her touch without even knowing it.

As we start swaying along to the beautiful melody, I look around the pavilion's dance floor to find lots of different couples slow dancing like there's no tomorrow. "I think we're crashing a party," I whisper to Gabrielle when I notice all the glares from them being sent in our direction.

"Ignore them," she whispers back. "If they can't bear to watch us join the party, then I can promise you that they have never had fun. And that they aren't living their life while they got it. They choose the boring side, we choose the fun one." She glances up at me with a regretful look in her eyes. "Sorry. I'm just gonna shut up now."

"Please don't." I like the sound of her velvet voice telling me the most random things I've ever heard. It's one of the things that makes her different from all the others; any other girl would have freaked out when they got to go on a date with me, but not Gabrielle. She is down to earth and don't have too high thoughts about herself. I like that about her.

She looks up at me and mouths a "Fine, then" before laying her head on my chest. I can feel my heart's previously steady rhythm getting faster as it dawns to me just how close I am holding her in my arms. And in that moment it's like everything else but ourselves disappears. We are the only ones on the dance floor of the pavilion swaying along to the music of the chorus in the background.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years..."




We don't mind shutting the small metal gate behind us when we exit the park - as far as both of us know, no one is going in there for at least another few hours. Throughout the whole night I have taken every chance of intertwining my fingers with hers, and as we start to walk down the sidewalk I see my shot again and take her hand in mine. It has almost become such a habit of mine that it feels natural.

Soon enough we get to a tiny intersection between two streets. When I see three men standing on the other side of the crosswalk, I take a closer look at them with half closed eyes. They all send a few observing stares at us and every now and then, they seem to be whispering something important in each others ears. 

It's not hard for me to know that I immediately have to get away.

"If I told you to run, would you?" I despondently ask Gabrielle.

"Um, I don't know...or, sure, if you-“

I set off running the moment the words has escaped her lips, pulling her after me as she's still holding tightly onto my hand.

"What is this?!" she confusedly breaths as we run down the wide boulevard, navigating our way in between the many people on the crowded sidewalk.

"Look behind you!" I tell her. When she turns her head around to do what I say I turn around with her. Just as I thought, the three paparazzi’s are right behind us, only being kept behind us because of the many people on the street.

"In here!" I hear Gabrielle exclaim before she with a swift and strong movement of her arm pulls us both into a long, dark alley beside a shabby-looking, ancient café. We are hidden for the tabloid photographers known as the paparazzi’s...at least for now.

"I think we shook them off," I quickly conclude.

"So, did I just get a taste of the everyday life of Harry Styles?" she cheekily asks me with an amused smirk playing on her lips.

"You pretty much did."

She leans her back up against the red brick wall behind her. "Can we just stay here for a little while longer?"

"Sure," I say and shoot a grin at her. "We haven't really got a choice either, if we really want to let those paparazzi’s loose track of us."

I winch when a suspicious crashing noise sounds from the street just outside the gloomy alley. "Quick, someone's coming!" I whisper-yell to her and we hide behind a garbage can - just in time to see the three paparazzi’s sneaking a peek into the alley, surely only searching for us. She slams her hand over her mouth to keep herself from letting out a titter when the men stupidly sends a single glance down the alley, and without rethinking that we might actually be there turns around and walks back out onto the boulevard.

"Wow," she snickers with a wry smile on her lips after they've gone. "They were certainly intelligent."

She turns around on the spot to regard me - only to discover that we are inches apart from each other. Being as intimate close to her gives me a small heart attack; up close she don't just look gorgeous, she looks flawless. Her chestnut brown eyes are framed in by a couple of long, black eyelashes and her conspicuous cheekbones are highlighted by a touch of pink rouge. My eyes glide down to her perfect formed, red lips. They're looking so soft and full…so kissable.

"I really, really want to kiss you right now," I say in what is barely a whisper.

For a second or two she looks perplexed, but then her facial expression changes into something new and bigger; and the unthinkable happens. She throws her hands around my neck and with a tender, loose grip pulls me closer towards her to let my lips meet hers. Her move is unexpected to me and for a moment I don't quite get what's happening, but then I realize and am suddenly not afraid to take action. The kiss is chaste and passionate, but yet it manages to stay innocent - maybe it's all of the emotions flying around our heads that makes the difference.

When Gabrielle pulls away, a cheeky smile shows on her lips. "Got what you wanted?" she asks me with a couple of slightly raised eyebrows.

Just thinking about the amazing experience we shared a moment ago makes me bite my lip in satisfaction. I am without a doubt already craving more.

I smirk as I lean in to kiss her once more. "Most definitely. Please, can we do it again?"

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