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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22. Define us

 

>>Louis<<

 

Ever since the football game a while back, Harry’s depressed mood hasn’t worn off. It has now been a few days and whenever I look at him, he’s still hanging with his head. I can almost feel the squalor that exudes in the air around him, and honestly, I’m starting to get really worried about his whereabouts. We’re in Paris, for God’s sake—why can’t he just enjoy the experience with the rest of us while we’ve got it? Who knows when we’re coming back here again…judging from the fact that we have three gigs to play every week for the next six weeks, it might be a while before we return—maybe even years. If the curly-haired boy wants to waste the precious time he has here looking like he’s slowly dying inside, I’m going to stop him. I’m not gonna let him sink with his own abandoned ship.

It’s first today all of this has dawned to me; the sudden odd behavior Harry shows off everywhere we go. Sooner or later the fans are going to notice, then the press…and when the tabloid magazines hits the stands the accident will have happened. Stupid, unknowing and guessing headlines like “Styles’ mom sick with cancer?” and “Depression on the way” will be everywhere—and the most unwanted and displeasing of them all, “Larry Stylison are still being kept in secret”. I feel disgusted just by the thought of the last one; people should know by now that Harry and I are nothing but friends, but everyone still seems to be claiming that we’re gay. I even have a girlfriend that I love unconditionally and they still keep going, insisting that it’s all just an act…

Well, all in all, I just don’t want him to feel like this much longer. I want to see the happy smile on his face again—and the headlines on the magazines that will come if he doesn’t cheer up soon will defiantly not make it reappear.

 

 

 

I turn towards Harry just as the boys and I exit the restaurant thought the thick glass doors. “Haz, can we talk?” When he nods I pull in his arm and lead him further away from the boys, stopping in the refreshing, cool shadow of one of the deep green trees that’s planted along the boulevard.

I choose to go straight to the point, wanting to get initiated into the case as fast as possible. “What’s the matter with you? How the heck is it possible for you to feel miserable in a place like this? You were so excited for Paris, but now you’re just downcast.”

He sends a nervous stare down at the ground. “You really want to know?” he swallows.

“Yes, I do,” I encourage him with a soothing look. He knows he can always trust me.

His gaze moves to my face, studying it in details before slowly speaking out about his problem. “It’s Gabrielle.”

Of course it is. Everyone except me would have known from the very start.

He sucks in a sharp breath and sighs. “I…I’m afraid she might dump me.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. Really? Is he that stupid? “And why would you think that?”

A displeased smile sarcastically forms on his lips. “Olly.”

Oh. Now everything’s a bit easier to comprehend. Gabrielle and Olly have gotten really close within the last time…And it’s not hard to get why Harry has become jealous of him. Olly’s got something that he will never be able to compete with: The heart-felt love Gabrielle feels for her most beloved idol.

Suddenly, I realize how I can help.

“You’ve only been on one date with Gabrielle, right?” Harry nods, eyebrows furrowed. “And have you actually asked her to be your girlfriend, directly face to face?”

His lips part slightly as he stares up into the sky, obviously rethinking whether he has or not. When he looks down at me whilst resignedly shaking his head, I raise my eyebrows with a sigh. “Sometimes Harry, you can be so naïve,” I say and point a finger at him. “You need to get over it.”

“I’ll try to.”

“Great.” I lightly pad his shoulder. “Now back to the point: If you haven’t asked her to be your girlfriend yet, there’s only one thing left to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Haz, at some point you gotta define a relationship.”

Not more than a second later a crazy laugh escapes him, making the dimples in his cheeks pop and his curly hair twirl. “What?!” he manages to exclaim when he’s calmed himself down a little. “Is it just me or have you suddenly gotten an expert in relationships?”

I roll my eyes. That boy always knows how to make a joke of me, doesn’t he? “Stop trying to lead me off the subject. Just listen to what I’m saying here: Define things with Gabrielle. It’s doomed to happen sooner or later.”

 

>>Harry<<

 

I had tried not to show it, but when Louis had told me to discuss my relationship with Gabrielle I became petrified, maybe even fearful. What if she will tell me we’re nothing else but friends? That the date and the kisses we’ve exchanged can just as well be forgotten? Ever since I first saw her and Olly together on the football field, thoughts like these has been haunting my mind…but it’s first now it’s dawning to me that I sooner or later will have to talk to her about the things that I’m feeling. After all, Louis is right. 

And in the end, I guess that’s why I have picked up this scaring challenge.

I’m walking alongside the busy road of Avenue de New York, holding onto Gabrielle’s hand tighter than ever. I’m scared to let go of it, like she might slip out of my fingertips and never show her face near me again.

The wide, green tree crowns are keeping us in shadows, and when her face peers up at me from the pavement, they cast flickering lights across her face.

And that’s when I can’t delay nor ignore it any longer. Before I know it, the words have slipped: “This thing going on between us, what exactly is it?”

Her reaction isn’t downright treacherous, but it’s still something that makes the heart in my chest drop. Gabrielle shrugs her shoulders and leans closer to me, still holding tightly onto my hand. “We’re supposed to be dating, aren’t we?” As she speaks the words, an uncomfortable lump slowly forms in my throat.

We're supposed to be dating. The words keeps on repeating themselves in my head even when I try to shut them out. After gathering a small amount of courage, I turn to look into her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

A lovely smile takes place on her lips before she leans even closer to me and pecks my neck. “I thought we were already.”

And that’s when I finally can let myself breathe out. I can’t hesitate but to send a bit too excited gaze in her direction. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes,” she giggles. For a minute her eyes fills with a strange kind of wonderment. “Am I too rude if I question you why you asked me this?”

“No,” I tell her, being just as honest to myself as her. If I was in her place I’m sure I would want to know, too. “It’s just that…I-I’m worried you might feel something towards Olly, something bigger than the state of friendship. ‘Cause you know, it’s not hard to sense when two people feel attracted to each other. When they share someth—  something special.”

The snort that escapes her the moment later takes me by surprise. “You’re crazy to even think that, Harry,” she says, a small, despondent crinkle showing slightly on her forehead. “We’re just friends.”

I stare at her, not believing any of the words she just told me—even though I know I should. I can’t be that gullible with her. She can’t expect me just to believe her that easily.

Gabrielle sighs when she notices my stern gaze. “Olly and I, we’re just friends.”

I can’t help myself. Even though I want to stop staring at her like the douchebag I sometimes can be, I don’t. It’s as if my body is physically frozen in place. And at some point, my rude behavior gets too much for her.

“Honestly, Harry! He’s hot and all, but he’s like, 9 years older than me. Don’t you think that’s a lot?” A laugh escapes her. “At least I know I do. Think twice before you go to conclusions, Styles. Nothing is going to happen between us. Trust me.” A warm sensation creeps through my body when she squeezes my hand. Her head tilts slightly to the side as she turns to look into my eyes, her face earnest. “You’re my guy.”

The invincible, happy smile is finally able to make its way to my lips. For days it’s been hidden away and almost forgotten, but now it’s here, back again like it’s never been gone. And all because of that one beautiful girl walking beside me underneath the trees. For a moment I stop our walking by taking her head into my hands and pulling her closer towards me to kiss her. When my lips finally meet hers, I realize that it’s been days since I’ve kissed them the last time. Not ever am I going to let that happen again. Every day, every hour I’m gonna keep her close to me. And I’m going to steal a few kisses, whether she likes it or not.

When I break away, the smiles on both of our faces doesn’t seem to be fading the slightest. “In case you didn’t know, you just made me the happiest man in the world.”

“Yeah, like you’re supposed to be a man,” she jokes with a grin, cheeky as ever.

I pop out my lip in an overdramatized pout. “Now you’ve made me the most unhappy man in the world.” I’m startled when her lips crashes onto mine once again, her lips so soft against mine that it almost feels chaotic.

I smile, already letting the nightmarish thoughts about Olly and Gabrielle slip from my mind. “Forget what I just said. I’m happy as hell.”

The invincible feeling in my stomach is not to be mistaking.

I’ve made her mine.

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