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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29. More football? Oh, how exciting...

 

I peel off the dress from my skin by pulling it over my head in a dissatisfied and troubled movement. I frown when thinking of how it had fit my body. How is it that the clothes I always like the best only look good on the mannequins, but never when I try them on myself? Ugh, typical.

“Girls!” I hear a female voice excitedly squeal from the fitting room beside me. Maybe a bit too excited for my taste? I stick out my head from the rouge fabric of my own fitting room’s curtain to see Eleanor posing in front of me curious eyes in a dress that can only be described in one word: Dreadful. All though Eleanor has the perfect body structure for basically any piece of clothing, this mid-thigh dress just doesn’t suit her; with its strange flowery details by the neck and sleeves, neon colors and unfortunate cuts it gives everyone who gazes at the clothing a very wrong impression. If you ask me it looks more alike a circus tent than a party dress.

“Isn’t this just pretty?” El sarcastically speaks and loudly gasps as she twirls around in it for us, making it obvious just how ugly the item is. “I think I’m gonna buy this. Louis’ gonna love it to pieces.”

I hear Perrie’s iconic laugh from the fitting room beside me where from she also is peeking out at her friend. “I think he’d rather see you without it.”

Eleanor walks up to her and lightly hits her head with the back of her hand. “Haha,” she stiffly laughed. “Cheeky as always.”

“You know it,” the purple-haired girl speaks. “But seriously though, he’d rather see you without it.”

El shrugs her shoulders with a smirk on her lips. “Oh well, we both know you’re right.”

I shake my head before returning into my personal space of the fitting room. Those girls really know how not to act shy, don’t they? Maybe I can learn a bit from their eagerness to tease each other in public about their boyfriends.

Or thinking twice—I might actually not.

 

 

 

“I need to get something cool,” Perrie says, her eyes scrolling down the simple menu card of Starbucks’ offers. A second later she lights up in a smile. “A Frappuccino it is!”

“Whatever,” I say and tap her shoulder. “I’m just gonna go find Eleanor and sit down for a bit. Come join us once you decide on your order, will you?”

“Easy peasy,” she smiles before dismissing me with a wave. “I’ll be there in a moment!”

I wander off towards the back of the café. When the brunette girl with the pale skin comes into view, I send a smile in her direction before taking the last few steps towards her table and settling down in the soft cushions of the chair beside hers. I let out a sigh of relaxation. “Wow, this seat is comfier than the ones in heaven.”

She bounces a few times in her own chair, eyes wide open. “I know, right? I feel like taking it home with me.”

“Don’t,” I point out, earnest. “Nobody want to see you behind bars. I’m sorry to be the one letting you know this, but orange just isn’t your color.”

Eleanor lets out a giggle, but is quickly interrupted when the ringtone of the phone in her tiny hands pinches through the air. She hurries to pick up the call and something about it makes me eavesdrop by instance.

“Hi babe,” she smiles into the phone. “I’m great, thank you. Just went for a bit shopping with Perrie and Gabrielle in down-town. What are you up to? Oh, okay. Wait, were you serious? But that’s a bit of a challenge, don’t you think? Uh, yeah, I guess you can go through with it if you’re sure it’s gonna work out…when are you going to play, then? Yeah, we’ll be there to cheer—bet on it. Okay, see you soon, babe! ‘Love you.”

Soon Eleanor hangs up the phone, a slight misunderstanding frown on her face. “So,” she says and turns towards me. “Louis just called to tell me that him and the guys are doing some kind of charity—”

“Football game?” I guess, raising my eyebrows.

She looks suspiciously at me. “Yeah. How did you know that?”

“What, all iPhones have a loud speaker! It’s not hard to overhear and make sense of somebody’s conversation.”

A cute laugh escapes her when she playfully strikes my arm. “Ew, you’re so creepy.” 

Another football match is to begin tomorrow—and thank God I’m not in itno more injuries for me, please. Still, I think it’s kind of rare for famous people to do a thing such as this; use their fortune and popularity to help the ones in need by doing something that they love themselves. A thing such as a game of football can always get those boys’ mind set on something. And this time, it appears to be more than good. 

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