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**


17. Gabrielle the Fangirl




That afternoon Paul called me, the boys and Gabrielle back to the arena, saying that he had to break some important news. When we first got the message we were still in the Eiffel tower. In cause of my fear of heights I was relieved to finally get to go down from the building, but as soon as my feet were placed safely on the ground beneath the tower, I felt the anxiety tingle in my body. If our manager had to break some “important news” he really had something big to tell us. He always meant what he said—he wasn’t that much for fooling around like the boys and me. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to tell us some terrible news, like the tour was getting canceled or getting cut short. All I knew was that the serious tone in his voice had been very clear when he called us.

Now, half an hour later, we’re standing in front of Paul and staring expectantly at him, still with the nervousness in the back of our minds. It’s funny how he has the ability of making us shrink beneath him with just one look. It’s like we’re five little boys again, preparing to get scolded at.

He's even worse than Daddy Directioner.

“The deal is that we haven’t got any opening act on the tour yet,” Paul finally speaks. “It has now been requested from a lot of fans that we get one, and earlier today I took the subject up and made a few calls around.” With a smile on his face he reveals the person who’s eventually is going to be our warm-up: “I think you’ll all be pleased to know that for a time Olly will be joining us once again.”

I suck in a deep breath in relief and break out into a smile at the thought of how stupid I had been to worry as much as I had when Paul had said that he needed to break some “important news”. He was right in they were important, but sure as hell they're also exciting. It feels great to know that we’ll have a friend as close as this lad to come and join us on tour.

“I don’t quite get it,” I hear Gabrielle questioningly say from beside me. “Are you saying Olly as in Olly Murs?”

“Yes, who else would it be?” Niall replies her.

A squeal escapes her lips before she hastily slaps a hand over her mouth. With wide open eyes and in a noticeable high-pitched voice she in stupidity asks again to be sure, like she hadn’t quite comprehended it the first time: “Olly freaking Murs is going to be your opening act?” When Paul sends a straight nod in her direction, she lets out a low, creepy giggle and for a second I wonder if she’s become insane.

“What’s the deal with him?” I curiously question her. Something is defiantly up, but as I don’t quite know it yet I hope I’m going to get it out of her by digging a bit deeper into the subject. When she hears my question she immediately stops snickering. Obviously trying to act more normal, she turns to look at me.

“I’m just excited that he’s coming to France,” she calmly speaks.

“I think someone’s got a fan!” it loudly sounds from Louis.

“He’s big here! And I couldn’t help but to fall in love with his music when I first heard it back in 2010—”

“I think someone’s a fangirl, too!” Louis goes on, the smile on his face getting bigger for each time he teases Gabrielle about her celebrity crush.

“I’m sure she’s got a notebook hidden in her room with the plans for their wedding,” I say, secretly fighting hard not to break out laughing. The boys grin admiring at me and Louis isn’t long on smashing his hand against mine in a high-five.

“Good one, Zayn!”

Whilst we’ve been mocking her, Gabrielle’s face has heated up into an almost tomato-red nuance. The state of craziness she had been in earlier has now disappeared completely and for a moment you could even think that the timid, blushing girl in front of us never had as much as said a word about being excited of the thought that she was going to meet Olly Murs, the man who by my impression seems to be her god.

“So what if I adore him and his music? Is it really that bad?” she quietly speaks and sends a brief stare at Louis, the probably worst mocker of us all.

“There’s nothing bad in it for you, darling,” Liam says as he takes the word, comforting her with an answer that in my opinion couldn’t have been any better. “But I think Harry will have to keep his eyes on you. It’s never good to know what you might try to do when Olly’s around.” Gabrielle rolls her eyes at him when he sends a cheeky smile at her.

“Thanks, Liam. I really needed to be labeled as a whore,” she sarcastically speaks, but yet with an amused twinkle in the eye, marking that she isn’t taking any note of his words. She will do what she wants to and flirting with Olly is most especially not one of them.




Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ‘till we see the sun!” The boys’ voices blends together with the music of my piano, Josh’s drums and Niall’s guitar as the melody of “Live While We’re Young” blasts out over the speakers, sending echoes out into the spacious arena.

We had thought rehearsals was over, but today Paul had called us in again, wanting to make sure the technique was just right in cause of some sound problems in last night’s show. He wasn’t going to let anything go wrong more than once.

Still pushing the tangents on the piano down in the right rhythm, my eyes lock onto the floor of the arena. It looks like someone is walking through the arena, heading towards the stage with large footsteps. As the person takes on a run towards us, I can’t help but wonder who it is. Rehearsals were closed for everyone except for the sound-check people and the rest of the crew.

A nervous lump forms in my throat as an unexpected thought plants in my mind. Can this really be who I think it is?                  

I get interrupted when the person who’s obviously a man, runs onto the stage and with a twist of his hand snaps Liam’s microphone out of his hands. The smooth and amused British voice I know better than anyone else’s finally shows itself as he sings the last line of the song along with Zayn: “And live while we’re young.” A smile slips onto his lips, making his characteristic full lips appear even more obvious than before.

“Sorry, mate,” he grins at Liam and takes him in for a brotherly hug. “I just felt like doing that.” Before he can get to do anything else, Niall has dissolved the hug and literally jumped on him. Sitting on his bag like he is going to have a piggy ride, he shrieks a glad, “Olly!”

And while the boys all happily greet him after Niall has let go of his back, I freeze in my piano chair, my body as numb as I’ve ever felt it before.

My biggest idol is standing fifteen meters away from me. Fifteen meters, and I don’t know a thing of what to do with myself. What am I going to say to him? He’s not just any famous singer—he’s Olly Murs. With his cheekiness and warm-hearted behavior I can already tell that he is just the same person off-screen as he is on. The media has without a doubt not affected him in any way.

It’s first after saying hi to the rest of the boys and Josh that Olly notices my presence. When he looks past his mates and see me standing alone by the piano, he breaks out into a bright smile. It’s like my heart slowly starts melting and for a second I’m afraid that my jelly legs will bow under and make me fall to the ground.
“Who’s this?” he asks beneath his breath for only the boys to hear. “I think I’ve seen her before.”

“She’s our pianist for the summer,” Niall replies to him. “Go talk to her. I think she’s kind of nervous to meet you.” On his call, Olly stumbles forward and walk towards me.

As he approaches me, I can feel my breathing get uneven. I tell myself beneath my breath that if I start to hyperventilate now I’ll never forgive myself.

“Have we met?” he asks me, his brown eyes staring into mine.

My body is still aching with numb and I have to make an effort before I stutter out the words, “No. We haven’t.”

“Well, we have now anyways,” he says and holds out his hand in front of me. “My name's Olly.”

“Oh, I know.” After the words slip I at first feel like slamming a hand over my mouth, apologize and then run off the stage, leaving him and my terrified and excited emotions behind, but when I think twice about it, it will make me look like I'm trying to make a scene. So, in stead I try to rescue myself out of the awkward situation that has occurred from my brief fangirl attack, and take Olly’s warm hand in mine as a greeting.

“I’m Gabrielle,” I introduce myself.

A dash of realization shows in his light brown eyes. “Right! I knew I remembered you from somewhere.” When I look questioningly at him, he tries to elaborate the meaning of his words. “I saw you on YouTube once. You were covering one of my songs, “I Don’t Love You Too”?”

I can feel myself blushing as it dawns to me just what he’s talking about. Why hadn’t I known the minute he spoke the word “YouTube”? Half a year ago I had sat down my piano with my camera and my music sheets to make a cover video of myself playing my music and singing my favorite Olly Murs song. By a coincidence he had obviously seen it, but now when he spoke to me about it I couldn’t remember a thing.

Typical me, huh?

I think I might have broken the scale of stupidity.

“I’m glad to hear you watched it,” I tell him with a small smile. It’s like the shy barrier I have been holding up is slowly breaking down, allowing me to feel freer and more natural. Maybe I even have a chance of acting normal around Olly now. “It’s kind of a dedication to you.”

I laugh when the biggest pout I’ve ever seen takes place on his lips. “What, you don’t love me too?”

“Don’t be silly. Of course I do!”

“Awe! That, I am glad to hear.” He throws out his arms and gestures me to come in for a hug. I don’t hesitate on taking the chance and letting myself embrace him. Clinging onto him like it’s the last time of my life I’m going to hug him, I keep my arms around him for a few more seconds before I let go of him and step back.

So this is what it’s like to be starstruck. 

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