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**


15. Fans everywhere




At noon the crowd of fans outside our hotel rooms has turned crazy. Through my window I can hear how they scream the lyrics of “What Makes You Beautiful” towards our rooms, hoping that one of us might stick out our heads of the windows and say hi to them. Only I haven’t been in the mood for it today. I know it sounds selfish and cruel, but once I get out there I will have trouble with leaving them again. I hate it more than anything when I let our fans down like that.

So instead of doing anything that actually is worthy of my time, I have chosen to lay sprawled out across my bed with my phone in my hands to play some Angry Birds. Except Liam sitting beside me with a pillow stuffed behind his back and reading some kind of book that according to him is very intriguing, nothing major is happening around me. That is until the phone in my hands starts to vibrate against my skin, signaling that I have an incoming call. Unfortunately I get so surprised of the sudden ringtone that I almost drop the phone out of my hands and trill across the bed, before I at last fall out of it and with a silent dump land on the carpeted hotel room floor.

I glare at Liam when I hear him snicker at me. “Ugh,” I growl as I raise myself up into a standing position on a couple of jelly legs. The phone in my hand is still ringing, so I hurry to take the call before I miss it. “Niall here,” I say into the speaker as I put the phone against my ear.

“Hey Ni!” a voice I quickly recognize as Gabrielle’s speak back through the phone. “What are you guys doing?”

I take a sloppy look towards Liam, his book and the bag of chips beside him. “Speaking for myself and Liam: Nothing much, really.”

“Great! Because then I need you to get the other boys and get down on the street as fast as you can.” I brush the window’s curtain slightly aside to sneak a peek out of it. Sure enough a crowd of fans are standing just outside the hotel on the sidewalk with their multi-colored banners; just in case we chose to go out of the building by it’s main entrance. But it’s not the fans my eyes catch sight of: It’s the brunette, smiling girl standing behind the crowd on the wide sidewalk.

“There you are!” Gabrielle speaks through the phone and down from the street I can see her waving happily towards my window. “Are you coming down, then?”

“I don’t know if you have noticed yet, but there’s a giant throng of fans standing right in front of the hotel’s entrance. We can’t just come down like that … unless you want us to make a chaos uprise, of course.”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re probably right.” She lets out an almost inaudible sigh. “I’ll meet you by the back entrance instead, but it’s probably going to take some time for me to get past all of these girls…”

“Just try not to hurt them while you push you’re way through them,” I laugh and by a glance at the clock conclude that we can be down in the hall in a few minutes. I tell Gabrielle and she hangs up on me with a, “Okay, I’ll see you in a moment!”

Liam closes his book and put it on the bedside table beside him. “Who was that?” he asks and puts a hand over his mouth as he lets out a loud yawn.

“Gabrielle. She’s waiting downstairs and I think we’re in the need of doing something else than sleeping and staying inside. I wanna go somewhere and there’s a big possibility that she might, too. We’re going, rather you like it or not.” I grab his wrist and roughly pull him and his dull mood out of the bed. “Come on. Let’s get the others.”




We find Gabrielle in the hotel reception, almost standing on her tiptoes to look out the best as possible for us. When she spots us walking out of the elevator and coming towards her, she excitedly claps her hands and lets a secretly smile slip onto her lips.

“You’re up to something, aren’t you?” Louis says as we approach her. “Nothing about that expression can be good,” he notes to us, clearly referring to her creepy behavior. I laugh, but somehow I can’t help but to agree with him.

“No Louis, I’m not up to something,” she promises us and we can all breath out in relief. She smiles as she reveals: “I just heard none of you have been to the Eiffel tower before, so that’s where I’m taking you.”

“What?” Zayn anxiously asks. “Like now?”

“Like now,” she confirms.

“But I’m afraid of heights!”

“Zaynie-doll.” I snicker of the nickname she’s given him in return for the one he’d given her. “You wouldn’t let an opportunity like this pass you by, would you? It’s the trademark of Paris!”

“I guess you’re right,” he pouts and Gabrielle slips an arm around his waist to give him a small, comforting squeeze as a hug.

“It’s gonna be all right, okay? Trust me.”

“How come you thought of this?” I ask her, genuinely happy that she’ll make the time to go with us to a place as famous as the Eiffel tower. Since I was little I had wanted to go there and now that I'm here in Paris for a whole summer, I've finally gotten the chance of visiting the old building.

“Well,” she says and send a subconscious, shy smile in Harry’s direction. “I made a certain promise to be somebody’s tour guide.”

Then Louis waves us off with a, “Let’s go!” and a strict point towards the doors of the back entrance of the hotel.




The line under the enormous metal tower lurchs all the way across the square until the point where it almost ends up all the way out at the sidewalk on the boulevard. From the length of the line we can surely expect to wait a few hours before we'll be able to go up the tower.

“Is this the only place we can buy tickets?” Niall gapes with huge eyes.

“No,” Gabrielle says. “There’s usually more than one line, but people only notice the first, long one.” He searchingly glances behind the incredibly long line we are standing in and breaths out in relief when he sees a shorter one a small distance away. He drags us all with him towards the line and we put ourselves in the end of it, feeling a bit dizzied by the time we’ve waited in the other line already.

Whilst the boys keep themselves in front of me to give me some distance, I sneak an arm around Gabrielle’s waist and pull her closer towards me.

“Thank you for doing this,” I smile at her, planting a soft kiss on her hair. “It means more to me than you can imagine.”

“Anything for you guys,” she tells me and intertwines her fingers with mine with a movement so swift and elegant that you might not even have noticed her hand moving from the one place to the other. “But please note that this won’t be the last trip I’m taking you on for the summer.”

“Oh, you’re gonna take us to Disneyland too?” I shriek with a girly, thrilled undertone.

Liam’s head snaps around and his eyes are on the size of basketballs as he exclaims, “Are you taking us to Disneyland? Please say you do!”

“I did not said that,” she says and point a finger at him. “But if you beg me enough I will take it into consideration.” He immediately gets down on his knees, not caring if the gravel on the ground dirties his pants up. Making his best puppy eyes, Liam starts to chant the same words over and over again: “Please, please, please, please…”

“And he was supposed to be the mature one,” Niall says and rolls his eyes at the boy on the ground who’s supposed to be in the world’s most famous boy band. 

“Get up,” he sighs and roughly takes Liam by his collar before pulling him off the ground.

“My fine lady and gentlemen!” Louis speaks above the clumsy, loud noises that Liam’s making in a try to regain his lost balance. “The line,” he says in a commentator voice and throws his hands out in a weird gesture, “is moving!” On his clue, all of us move a tad forward.

A low choir of whispers is heard beside me and when I in wonder turn my head towards the odd sound, two girls appear within my sight. They seem to be around my age and judging by the silent squeals they keep letting out, I can tell that they are fans. When they approach the boys and I with incredibly big smiles on their faces and already keeping their cameras ready in their hands, they quickly confirm my thoughts.

“Oh my gosh!” the one girl excitedly exclaims in a thick, French accent when they get to us. “I can’t believe it! You’re here! Of all places, you’re here in this very second!”

“Yes darling, we are real,” Louis says and sends a friendly smile in the girl’s direction. For a second I’m afraid she’s about to faint, but then she seems to gain the self-control back again. The boys and I don’t say it aloud, but we all know it: There isn’t any doubt about that she’s a Louis-girl.

“Er…” the other girl mumbles in wonder as she discovers that Gabrielle is standing closely beside me in the line. Her glance passes by our holding hands and for a moment I can almost see the curiosity she’s feeling. “I don’t mean to be rude, but who is this?”

Before Gabrielle can get to introduce herself I do it for her: “This is Gabrielle Moreau. She’s our pianist for the tour this summer.” I look down at her with a mischievous twinkle hidden in my eye. “She’s really talented.”

She just turns away from me to regard the girls. “Don’t mind him,” she tells them with a smile. “He’s always that cocky.”

“Oh, we know,” the girls speak at once.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot you were fans,” she giggles, making my heart skip a beat without even realizing it.

“So are you, like,” the one girl says, “dating?”

Within a heartbeat I find myself being able to answer their question. I make eye contact with Gabrielle and staring into those deep, brown eyes, for a moment nothing else than her is what matters to me. Nothing else than her is what I need in my life to feel happy.

“I guess you can say that,” I slowly speak, a smirk slowly forming on lips.

The girls are afterwards fast to get their pictures with us taken because, as they say, they have to go somewhere important. When they secretively walk away with a couple of silent whispers, I glance down at an unworried, smiling Gabrielle.

Now the only thing left to do is wait for tomorrow and see if both of our faces will be all over the tabloid or not. 

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