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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16. La Tour Eiffel!

 

>>Gabrielle<<

 

The delightful laughter sounding through the lift when Niall starts cracking up over another one of Louis’ hilarious jokes. The spark igniting in Liam’s warm brown eyes as he realizes just how close we are to the place we’ve been waiting to see for the past hour. The deeply earnest anxiety showing on Zayn’s face in a furrowed frown. The cheeky grin spreading on Harry’s lips when he catches me gazing at him from across the room.

This is the impression I get of the boys as we in the small, people-packed lift make our way towards the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I don’t get to do much more with myself before the doors of the lift swing open and we can feel free to enter the small platform in front of us. As I walk out of the lift and onto the asphalted flooring, I quickly notice that Zayn has chosen to keep himself behind us and stay inside the lift.

“C’mon,” Liam gently says and walks back towards him to get him to come with us. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he quietly insures him and put a comforting arm around his shoulders, gesturing him to step out of the lift.

“There is something to be afraid of,” he points out before he steps with Liam out onto the platform with a pair of jelly legs. As they approach me, Louis, Niall and Harry, I observe his face has turned completely pallid. “We’re over a 1000 feet above the ground, standing in a tower only made of metal!” He grabs me by the wrist and lets his big, adoringly hazel eyes look pleadingly into mine. “Please, please, please let me go down from here, Gabs?”

“You’ve just waited in line for a whole hour to get tickets and now you don’t even want to be here? Is that what you’re saying?” I silently question him.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He tightens the grip around my wrist to make a point.

“Believe me, you don’t want to miss out on this one, bro!” Niall shouts from a distance. He’s already at the edge of the platform, enjoying the view of the city with a big smile on his face.

“Zayn, my wrist,” I clench through my teeth. His grip around my skin has become so tight that the blood from the points he’s touching has vanished completely, leaving back my hand a little numb and sore. “Ow—”

“Don’t hurt my girl!” it protectively sounds from Harry as he slaps Zayn’s hand away from me. I take a hand to my wrist and try to rub the blood back in it the moment he lets go of me.

“All right, all right then,” Zayn sighs and with a nervous look on his face walks across the platform to join Niall at the outermost fence.

Whilst Liam and Louis follows after Niall and the boy from Bradford suffering from a very bad case of acrophobia, I take Harry’s hand and lead him towards one of the many observation posts around the old platform that I as a Parisian have visited so many times before. For a minute Harry digs in his pockets after a coin, and when he finds one he pushes it into the tiny notch that gives us the ability of zooming in on the city.

“Oh, look!” I smile when I lean forward to glance through the observation post, pointing at the cloudless blue sky above. “It’s a flock of blackbirds!”

He slips his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me close up against his fit chest. “It’s funny how you’re supposed to look at the city, but get caught up looking at a bunch of birds,” he notes with a smooth grin in his deep voice.

“I love blackbirds. If they’re my favorite bird I have your permission to look at them, right?”

Pulling me even closer, he lowers his head to rest it beside mine on my shoulder. “Sure thing, darling.”

“When we’re already here and you have to call me your tour guide, I guess I can tell you some facts about the city?” I ask him as I once again look out of the observation post. When I feel his head moving a little on my shoulder in a nod, I start spilling the facts I know about the city I've grown up in: “I can start of by telling you what I know about the building we’re standing in: The tower’s build in 1889—if I remember correctly—by Gustave Eiffel for the World’s Fair in that same year. There were many other...” For a moment I stop looking through the observation post and glance up at Harry. I quickly notice the inattentively way his green eyes are laying on me. From there on it doesn’t take me long before I stop speaking and perhaps a bit too harshly ask him: “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

Without a word he leans closer to me and put his lips on mine in a prolonged, chaste and sensitive kiss. Somehow I sense that he hadn’t been listening to me to be rude, but that something else had gotten his attention while I was talking and he had simply forgotten to pay attention to my words. I don’t know how this gets into my mind. Sometimes I can just know things without really knowing them.

When he pulls away from me, he stares at my lips for a few seconds before looking up again to meet my eyes. A small smile appears on his lips, making the cute dimples in his cheeks show themselves clearer than ever before. “Sorry, love. Please do continue,” he slowly speaks. “Forgive my manners, but I’m just a tad too fond of my insanely beautiful tour guide.” As he leans in to tenderly kiss my cheek, I can’t help but to notice the butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks that are slowly starting to heat up in a faint, pink color.

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