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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25. Out and about with the boys

 

Zayn hooks the menu card from Niall’s hands, eased and with a mocking smile. “Imma take that before you decide on too many dishes. I don’t want to be the one looking out for you while you vomit in the curb in the end of the night.”

A complacent smile widens on Niall’s lips. “Little too late, mate, I’ve already decided on three different dishes; Meat burrito, T-bone and nachos with mucho cheddar!” We all sigh at once. That boy can never fill his stomach fully, can he?

“Ouchie!” it sounds from Liam in a lowered exclaim. He slaps a certain spot on his upper bicep, making me wince back in surprise. Is he going crazy or is it just suddenly very exciting for him to hit himself? I deeply hope it’s none of the above. When he notices the stares of wonder being sent in his direction, he becomes aware of the fact that he’s been acting like a complete fool. “Mosquito,” he blurts out in a desperate explanation. “Tiny vampires sucking your blood, and they’re freaking everywhere.”

Another aching cry is heard when Liam slaps Zayn on his cheek with a power so strong you almost can hear the echo go through the room. “What was that for?” Zayn exclaims, putting a hand to his sore cheekbone.

“Mosquito,” Liam simply replies and carelessly shrugs his shoulders.

“Really?”

He lets out a vicious laugh. “Well, maybe not. It was just a good cover-up for getting to hit you. I needed some revenge from all those times you’ve hit me, don't you think? It’s kind of embarrassing, you know.”

Zayn’s beautiful hazel eyes almost disappear beneath his dark eyelashes when he squeezes them together in a glare. “I’ll let you go for now, Liam. But I’ll advice you to look out; someone might be drawing certain things on your head with a pen whilst you’re getting your beauty sleep.”

He’s the one getting his beauty sleep?” Harry cheekily asks, a grin widening on his face. No one around the dining table are really doubting who’s he’s referring to, and not less than a moment later we have all broke out laughing, not caring about the people at our neighbor tables staring a couple of insanely cool and stern looks towards us.

With a pout and a final pair of glares being sent in our direction, Zayn involuntary tries to hide himself away from us the best as possible on the sofa. “Oh, shut up.”

   We order our food when the waiter approaches us the next time, the boys insisting on paying for the dinner because of the certain “big announcement at the concert”. Typical, huh? Everyone has to remind me every third second of the stunt Harry performed in front of the crowd earlier tonight—it had been awkward sitting there for the fans to watch by the piano, but it had sure also been a heartfelt gesture that had made me smile even though I had told myself not to.

As our conversation slowly turns towards the topic of me and Harry, I decide to change the direction before it gets too awkward—you’ve got to have some privacy, right? Even if it’s the boys company we’re talking about. “So,” I start out, “what’s it like being here so far? You’re halfway through the tour, there’s got to be something that you enjoy more or less about the city.”

“I love the people here. You always say they’re rude and tempered, but it’s like they’re the exact opposite,” Louis speaks, sending a smile in my direction. “Maybe you’re the one who changed my mind about those facts in the first place.”

“Awe,” I coo.

“The art is a personal favorite of mine,” Zayn chuckles. “I loved the Louvre, amazing pieces of Da Vinci they’ve got there.”

Niall’s blue eyes stare dreamingly up in the ceiling, already taking a slight distance from the world. “The food,” he sighs, a small smile making its way to his lips.

“Even the snails?!” Louis immediately exclaims with big eyeballs, outraged; well, he might like the French people, but he most defiantly don’t like our specialties. This is all it takes for Niall to snap out of his daydream and look towards his friend, eyes glistening with attention.

“Ew, no. Who do you think I am, Lou?”

“A leprechaun.”

Laughter slips over his lips. “True.”

Liam seems to be considering his answer before at last giving me an answer. I snicker a bit. He really is the smart one, isn’t he?  “I like the culture a lot, it’s so different from the British that it makes you want to involve in the community. And the architecture is mind-blowing, too.”

Harry’s deep voice makes me turn my head around, my eyes meeting a dimpled smile, tousled brown curls and a pair of affectionate, green eyes peering right into mine. He sneaks a soft kiss on my bare shoulder before telling me those three letters. “You.”

At first I try to turn away, the blushing on my face becoming obvious, but when the invincible smile force its way onto my lips, I can’t help but to stare back at him. As always, he’s looking more than beautiful. “Stop being so cheesy, you lovesick fool,” I silently whisper into his ear, my smile getting wider when I hear his laughter.

Erupted by a coo from Louis, I immediately sit straight up in my seat, increasing the distance between Harry and I, our hands now the only part of our skin touching. “Awe, just look at those lovebirds!”

“Shut up!” I say, mischievous. “We’ve got our rights. I’m sure you have with your girlfriend too, if I’m supposedly right-thinking?”

A smile lights up his face when his index finger discreetly points towards me. “About that…she’s coming with Zayn’s girlfriend down here in next week.”

“Seriously? That’s great! Or, as long as I get to meet them of course.”

“That’s a deal.” We shake hands, not caring if the others in our presence think we are childish.

Soon enough I get the conversation trailed onto the path that’s the two boys girlfriends. Louis and his girlfriend Eleanor have been together for almost two years, and just the thought of it makes me sit in awe. They really seem to be the happy-ever-after couple. Perrie is Zayn’s girlfriend and she’s a female vocalist in a famous girl band from England, which I—awkwardly enough—know nothing about, but by Zayn’s words I can tell that she’s an amazing girl with great humor.

Harry and Niall looks at me all the while like I’m an insane and obsessive fan, but I really don’t take notice of their goofy and humorous stares. In the end all I can think is, “What the hell!” Who cares if I’m too eager; I can’t wait to meet the girlfriends of two of my most favorite boys in the world.

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