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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28. Girlfriends & come-togethers

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>>Eleanor<<

A shaking goes through the spine of the plane the second it collides with the smooth asphalt. My fingers grip tightly onto the armrests of the wide leather seat, but a moment later I can feel myself breathing heavily out in relief as the surroundings just outside my window becomes less blurred and starts to stand clearer in front of my eyes. Planes have never been my strength and landings in small private jets are definitely not a very good combination.

I guess dating a member of One Direction has both its benefits and disadvantages.

The grip of Perrie’s hand around mine tightens by the slightest when she gives it a squeeze and I can’t help but to turn my head and stare smilingly at her. The feeling of being back in Paris is wonderful, especially when you think about whom we’re going to visit.

It’s not hard to say that we have missed both of our special boys.

The plane takes an elegant turn on the grey pathway and strolls on down towards the gates where I already can see the big black limousines waiting. When I take a last glance out of the window the first thing I see is five familiar silhouettes standing on the pavement, waving at us as the small plane approaches their tiny figures.

The smile that makes its way to my face a moment later is more than invincible.

Please don’t get emotional, Eleanor.

As soon as the plane is still standing I jolt up from seat and grab my small bag from beneath the seat, quickly putting a rush on myself to get out towards the exiting doors as fast as possible. A breath of fresh, rain-filled air creates goose bumps on my bare skin when it hits me as I step out into the small door passage. In cause of the excitement inside me slowly expanding and the guy that now is just by the end of the metal staircase and within my full sight, I almost jump down the last few steps of the stairs to fall into the embrace of my boyfriend’s strong and muscular arms. First now I realize how much I have actually missed their affectionate warmth.

He places his head on my shoulder and hugs me a bit tighter. “Hi El,” he silently whispers in my ear before breaking away and smiling slightly as he leans in to gently kiss my lips. “I’ve missed you, love.”

Letting out a sigh of happiness, I take in the scent of his familiar Hollister perfume that long ago in my mind had come to be labeled as Louis. “Me too, babe,” I say and smile before planting a kiss on his cheek. “Me too.”

A voice breaks off our action. “Lads, I know you’re craving each other and everything, but please, P.G.”

I turn around on the spot, facing a grinning Niall. Huh, I guess I’ve once more been oblivious to the fact that others are watching me whilst I’m with Louis.

“Get a move on, we’ve got to go!” Liam yells from inside one of the limousines. He points a strict finger towards the other reunited couple not to far away from Louis and myself that’s already going on strong with the kissing. “You too, Zerrie!”

My boyfriend caresses my cheek by coincidence as he brushes some hair of my loose ponytail away from my face, staring down at me with a cheeky smirk. “They’re probably right. I’ll save the rest for later.”

I let out a slight laugh before taking his hand and letting him lead me towards the others. “You better.”

After greeting everyone with a few smiles and happy gestures, we all jump into the big, black cars, which have been awaiting us. The leather seats feels comfortable slipping into and none of us resist the sweet champagne glasses that the chauffeur offers us a moment later.

Okay, I take it back. Dating a member of One Direction is mostly benefits.

My glass evokes a clinging noise as I cheer glasses with Harry, the only passenger present in the car if you count Louis and I out. I take a sip of the gold liquid and lick my lips for the last bits of taste once I’ve lowered it from my lips. Alcohol has never been something very big in my interest, but I have to say that champagne always get hold of me. Champagne showers will be at my wedding—no kidding.

“So where are we going?” I curiously ask the lads as I swing my leg over the other to sit in a more restful position. 

“Just to a random café somewhere,” I hear my boyfriend say from beside me, and my head snaps to look in his direction. The grin on his face is so familiar to me that I don’t get just the slightest surprised when I once again see it on his face. “We have this special…friend, we’d like both you and Perrie to meet. Or, at least she’s been asking to meet you guys for the past week, so we’re gonna create a very casual encounter.”

I can’t help but to put a question mark at his words. After all, we’re talking about Louis Tomlinson here, right? You can never know if he’s speaking the truth or if the words being spoken are just another joke. I’ve never met a bigger prankster than him and honestly I don’t think I’m ever going to. “Is she like a fan or something?” I finally get myself to question, smiling widely at the both of them.

Louis turns to look at Harry, cheekily lifting his eyebrows in consideration. “I guess you can say that.”
 

>>Perrie<<

We had been on our busy way out from the airport when Zayn had taken my hand before informing me that we weren’t going to their hotel, but to some place nearby to meet a special friend of him and the boys. Gabrielle Moreau, he had told me. Surprisingly to him, Liam and Niall I was actually more than buzzing. Due to the fact of how many good things my boyfriend had told me about her I just couldn’t wait to meet her. It had been like my brain went into fangirling-mode. Which, if you think about it, is kind of awkward when you’re a famous person yourself. I had to restrain myself from freaking out more than once.

“So where is she?” I question Zayn and poke him playfully in the ribs. We just departed from our ride after paying the chauffeur and standing in front of the incredibly small building we are just now, the excitement to meet the girlfriend of one of my best friend’s is growing bigger and bigger in my stomach.

And yes, I know that Harry and this Gabrielle are dating. I’m not completely oblivious to the world and because of my amazingly long and busy Twitter timeline and my e-mail notifications and the tabloid newspapers, basically whole Britain and the world behind knows the gossip about them. And how cute I think they look together!

“Calm yourself down, love,” Zayn grins. “She’s just in here. Easy now.”

I warily step inside the small, rocky café and when my eyes quickly glue to the pretty brunette girl sitting on her own at a single table in the back of the room, I by coincidence almost let a squeal escape my lips. Her head turns from the coke on the table in front of her to me as I make my way towards her. Even though she may not have met me before, it seems that she’s foreseen me to walk into the room like this; big smile on my face with arms wide open that invites her into a friendly hug. When I get to her she gladly accepts it.

“Uh, almost forgot,” I say and pull away, “I’m Perrie Edwards.”

Gabrielle laughs. “Oh, the superstar. I’ve met a few of those within the last while.” She spots Zayn entering through the café’s doors, and when he starts walking waving towards us an acknowledging grimace shows on her face. “Your boyfriend’s a good catch.”

Followed by him Harry’s silky curls are soon to be seen. “Yours too.”

She cheekily wiggles her eyebrows at me. “I know.”

Her half-perverted mind makes me let out a giggle. Wow, this girl really goes in my taste. Seriously, though: Not many can make an impression on me this fast.

I have a feeling that El’s going to love her.

“So what’s it like—” I stop speaking mid-sentence in curiosity when I hear two way too familiar voices overpower mine.

“We should leave them to themselves. None of us wants to hear their boys-talk, right?” Harry’s deep voice is heard, a twitch of amusement hidden in the words he still manages to keep some kind of serious.  

“Nope, not really,” Zayn sighs.

Harry chuckles, but isn’t long on dragging his friend back towards the exiting doors of the café. “I figured. Let’s go.”

I roll my eyes at them with a smirk before turning back towards Gabrielle. Yes, they better get going if they don’t wanna hear our “boys-talk” because I’m about to throw a whole lot of questions in Gabrielle’s head about her and Harry’s newly found relationship. I need to be more updated on the juicy details than any other person she knows—whether she likes it or not. Being the girlfriend of Zayn Malik gives me some privileges, doesn’t it? 

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