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**


8. Getting him persuaded




The day after my first encounter with the boys and my own, new music career, we had to turn back in for rehearsals. Everyone did their jobs the best they could—which if you ask me was just the same as marvelous—so everyone was happy and loaded with energy when we finished the last test-show.

“Woohoo!” Harry roars from the bottom of his lungs as he runs past the boys, high-fiving each of them with a loud, echoing smack. He ends up at me, smashing his hand against mine with a grin on his face. “You were completely amazing today,” he tells me with a glimpse in the eye.

I exclaim a thank you and shoot a shoot a small, contented smile at him. “I’m flattered.”

“What about us?” Zayn complains from somewhere behind Harry. “Aren’t we gonna get a compliment or two? No? I thought it was bros before hoes!” I let out a giggle when Harry rolls his eyes at him and mouths a silent, “Yes, mom.”

I walk past Harry to join the other boys, and I can’t help but take in the sweet and wonderful smell of Chanel cologne that lingers to him and his simple white tee. 

“Thanks for today, guys. You did a great job,” I smile at them. “But I might have to go. I have someone waiting for me.”

“Nooooo!” Louis screams and falls to his knees. He hides his face in his hands and lets out a line of fake sobs. “How can you leave me here Gabrielle? With these idiots?”

“Heeeey!” the rest of the boys cry, offended.

“Sorry boys. I just don’t want her to leave,” Louis says, dropping the act and rising back to his feet.

“Awe, Lou. I’m so sorry to disappoint you,” I say and expose a pout.

“You should be!”

My eyes stumble across Harry, who’s biting his lip and wearing a suspicious frown on his face. “Are you all right?” I worriedly ask him to get things cleared out. Now that I think about it he has actually been acting kind of strange this whole day…

“I’m fine,” he rejects and smiles stupidly at the ground. “Thank you for the concern.”

As Louis walks past Harry and I, neither of us can’t help but overhear his very loud humming of the words from their original song “I Would”: “Would he say he’s in l-o-v-e…” Searching for help to understand Louis I confusedly glance at Zayn, but he only makes it worse when I see that he’s cheekily wriggling his eyebrows at me.

The boys exit the stage a moment later, leaving me dumbfounded behind with a, “See you tomorrow, love!” Those boys already know how to confuse me in the best possible way. Oh well. Nobody’s perfect, I think to myself before turning around and heading for the exit on the other side of the stage. My father are probably waiting for me in a café somewhere nearby by now.

Just when I have started walking, I find myself stopping as a large hand gets put on my shoulder. I spin around in slight surprise and curiousness, and discover Harry standing right behind me. He’s breathing heavily in and out in a try to catch his breath; I figure he has been running back to me from the boys because he wants to tell me something. Maybe it's about this weird mood he has been in all day? Whatever it is, he's defiantly craving my attention, staring as intensely down at me as he is.

“I lied before,” Harry speaks when he has gotten his breathing back under control. “There is something wrong, but I don’t think it’s as bad as you think.”

My intentions were right. He is trying to tell me the background story of his weird behavior.

“That’s nice to hear,” I sigh in relief as a small smirk slips onto my lips. “I would hate for you to feel down about something.”

When he hears my words that same hidden twinkle flashes in his eyes. “Can I ask you something?” he says and shoots a brief stare at the ground.

I nod towards him. “Yeah, sure.” When he lifts his head a bit from the ground to look me in the eyes, he pulls an earnest face.

“If I asked you to, would you go out with me?”

At first I’m startled. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open in surprise without hesitation; altogether I’m pretty sure I look like an awkward, big idiot. Then reality hits me and I quickly shut my wide-open mouth, quietly hoping that no one have taken notice of the little gesture. I hadn’t ever given it a thought that Harry felt this way about me … I hadn’t thought it was possible for a guy like him to feel something towards a girl like me, but apparently I had been wrong.

“I would love to,” I say, accepting his date invite with a perplexed look on my face.

His noticeable dimples show in his cheeks as the cutest smile I have ever seen creeps over his lips. Without any more words he turns around and walk away from me with the same, big smile plastered across his face. And it don’t matter to me that he didn’t say anything before leaving me alone on the empty stage—I know what he would have said anyways.

And that’s when my mind starts to realize what just happened. Have Harry Styles just asked me out on a date? And have I replied him within the moment without rethinking the consequences it might get to?

I think it is a yes to both.




I am just about to exit the stage with the rest of the boys when I accidently shoot a glance back at Gabrielle. Her little figure is standing at the very same spot we left her and she's staring confusedly out in the air, like she's thinking hard about something. There's no doubt that this had been Louis and Zayn’s fault. No doubt.

Right as Harry walks past me, I grab him by the collar and pull him aside from the other boys to smash him up against the wall, careful not to do it hard enough to hurt him.

“What the heck, Liam?!” Harry exclaims, clearly expressing to me that I have hurt his pride by dragging him as easily away from the others as I did.

“I will not let you leave this arena,” I say to him as I point a finger at him, “before you have pulled yourself together and asked Gabrielle out.”

“What? No, I can’t do that.”

“Harry. We both know this isn’t very much alike you … you’ve never had trouble asking a girl out before.”

“But this time is different. We work together and I’ve only known her for a day…couldn’t you just see how I could screw things up between us by asking her out? I could make everything so awkward and tense in just one sentence.” I roll my eyes at him. Didn’t he even know of the power he had on girls? It seemed that he had forgotten everything about it, because usually he wasn’t afraid to admit that he could sweep a girl off her feet just by looking at her.

“You’re Harry Styles. She can’t say no.”

When I say those magical words, he seems to gain a boost of confidence. He shrugs his shoulders and smile cockily at me. "Thanks, Liam." 

Then he runs after Gabrielle, which while we had been talking almost had gotten to leave the stage.

I quickly run off to the boys and usher them to hide behind the wall. They all do as told and whilst Harry and Gabrielle are talking we try to sneak a peek of the conversation. It is without any luck, though: They are too far away for us to hear.

At some point Harry turns around and walk back towards us and I can’t help but smirk when I see the invincible smile playing on his lips. As soon as he passes our hiding spot behind the wall, we all attack him. “And he has done it again!” Niall yells as we jump on him. “The curly-haired has done it again!”

As the spectacle goes on, Harry can’t stop grinning. I guess that once he was over with asking her out, he isn’t so insecure about his feelings for her any longer. “She said yes!” he screams from the bottom of his lungs, making me winch back a little. 

Thank God Gabrielle had left the arena. I didn’t even want to imagine what she might think about us if she saw us like this. Who knows, she might even have canceled her newly found date with Harry. 

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