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**


18. Observations




I let myself fall down into the soft leather armchair with a knackered sigh. Feeling helplessly exhausted, I'm unable to do a thing. How will I ever be ready to hit the stage and perform in front an ocean of fans in just two hours? Maybe having a water fight with Louis and Liam hadn’t been the greatest idea. Now I regret it more than I had ever imagined I would. Too little, too late—as they all say.

Hoping my damp T-shirt will dry a little sooner I hold out the sticky fabric from my stomach with my right hand. I run the left one through my soaked hair while I observe the others in the room: Harry, Niall, Gabrielle and Olly are all lying relaxed on the backstage room’s sofas and sack chairs, trying to ignore the heat with a couple of large fans standing at the edges of their seatings.

In less than an hour Olly is supposed to get onto the stage and entertain the crowd, but in the moment he seems to enjoy the tranquility.

With Gabrielle.

And Harry and Niall, of course.

For almost a week he’s been in France with us on tour as our opening act; and as Paul foresaw, it's become a massive success. He's just as great a friend as always and we’ve had loads of fun when we're off the stage: The boys, him, Gabrielle and me. I've quickly come to notice that he's a lot happier than the last time I saw him; maybe it’s because he’s new album is doing so well in the States, or maybe it’s just because he gets to spend some of his warm summer days with us here in Paris.

What I've also noticed is that he and Gabrielle have really seemed to grow close. Within just a week their bond has become closer than I—and I guess the other boys, too—would ever had thought. We never really thought they would end up being more than a simple relation, but here they are, acting like they've been best friends for ages. The unlikely couple of the young Frenchman and the proud and cheeky Englishman had somehow been a match. At some point, I have to admit to myself that they really enjoy each other’s company.

Maybe even more than I may want them to.

In the sofa across me Gabrielle's slung over Harry and Olly’s bodies, looking pretty amused that she gets to lie there without them kicking her off. Her head is resting in Olly’s lap and her long legs are swung across Harry’s while he throws some of the popcorn from a bowl in the middle of them at her mouth. As she helplessly tries to catch the mean throws he’s giving her, a wide grin takes place on her lips.

That’s when Olly takes a handful of the popcorn and starts feeding her with them, in stead.

I can’t believe that Harry doesn’t see where things between him and Gabrielle are going. Is he completely blind to what’s happening in front of him or does he simply just trust undeniably in her? I don’t know which one of these options are the worst, but I sure as hell know that I’m not going to let anyone mess up what he and Gabrielle share. Not even Olly, if that’s how things in the end are gonna turn out.

Before I know it I have gotten up from my chair and sent a stern look towards one special person lying as relaxed as possible on the sofa. “Gabrielle, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone.”

Her head snaps startled towards me. “Um…yeah, sure.”

On my clue she gets up from the sofa and follow after me through the door and out into the long, narrow hallway. With a thrust of my hand I make sure that the door is safely closed behind us. This conversation is going to be between Gabrielle and I, and only the two of us. No need for peekers here. 

I turn away from the closed door behind me to look at her. “What are you up to?” I regard her face, studying the details of it to the scratch. If I notice just as much as one nervous line by her eyes, I will know if she doesn’t speak the truth. A sigh escapes me when I see the misunderstanding look slowly taking form on her face. I don’t know if she’s trying to cover up the truth by lying or just being plain stupid, but either way it provokes me more than it probably should.

“Olly,” I tell her. “I’m talking about Olly. What the heck is going on between you?”

It’s shining bright out of her eyes when the realization hits her. “Olly? Nawh,” she exclaims and waves a deprecating hand in front of her. “I don’t have any relations with him, if that’s what worries you, Zayn.”


“Now that we’re done discussing this, I’m gonna go back to where I came from.” She then sends me a dazzling smile, and opens the door behind us to at last walk back into the room, shutting the door right in my face.

And that's it. She ends the conversation before I can even get to dig deeper and get something that's actually of some value out of her. Even though she told me she didn’t have anything going on with Olly, something in the back of my mind tells me not to trust her. You can’t believe in someone’s words unless you know they speak the truth. And I’m not really sure I do.

Yes, she is my friend.

Yes, she is Harry’s girl.

But if I don’t do something about this situation soon, I’m worried that she might not want to be that girl anymore.


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