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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23. The departing

 

>>Olly<<

 

Everyone went with me to the airport when the last day of my time in Paris arrived. My management had made sure I only had been hired as the opening act for a couple of weeks—nothing more, nothing less. I have an Ireland and UK tour to get home to, and everyone is being very understanding of why I have to leave. Touring with the lads has once again been loads of fun—especially since Gabrielle stepped into the picture. I’ve become so close friends with her that I don’t ever think I’ll loose contact with her. She’s not like the usual fans; she’s so much more mature and non-hysterical. One thing is for sure: I’m not going to let our friendship go.

And as for the odd hatred Harry has been feeling towards me, I think we’ve finally figured it out. Quoting his words from the earnest conversation we had yesterday: “I was a dick, and I’m sorry for that. I just… got stuck up in some stupid thoughts, and in the end I guess I took it all out on you.” And that is exactly how Harry is: Unpredictable—and at times a bit moody. After knowing him through these past three years, I have learned to know that these things happen when you’re around him. From my point of view, we’re back on good terms. 

“Gate D17 for Heathrow is now boarding,” a woman’s voice mechanically spoke over the speakers, letting me know that it’s time to get to my flight—before it flies off without me. London is waiting.

I turn towards the boys and Gabrielle, big smile on my face as I start out by pulling Zayn in for a goodbye-hug. “It’s been wonderful being here,” I tell all of them, meaning every single word. I’m going to miss Paris.

“It’s been wonderful having you here,” Liam smiles as he takes me in for the next hug. When we part, Niall is already standing right beside me, arms wide open and his face telling me to hug him—before he gets to hurt me.

“I’m going to miss you, Olly-babes,” he says with a pout.

A grin appears on my face. “I’m gonna miss you too, Spoongy.”

“Don’t call me that! I’ll kick you,” he threatens.

Huh. I know he likes watching Spongebob Squarepants with Liam, but apparently not as much as what I’ve previously thought.

Gabrielle is the next in line for a hug. She’s standing stiffly and quiet on the tiles, clearly only expressing one thought: That she doesn’t want to say goodbye. Not yet.

A tad mournful smile forms on my lips as I wrap my arms around her in a tight embrace. “You’ll see me again before you know it,” I tell her. “Soon, Gabs. I promise.” Her head nods into the crook of my neck. Then I start to back away and she reluctantly lets me go, her arms falling empty to her sides.

I say my goodbyes to Louis before turning towards Harry and drawing him into a brotherly hug. The small smile on his lips confirms my thinking: We’re back where we started and everything is fine between us. No sign of any tensions.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of Gabrielle. Right now she looks so normal and genuinely in a good mood, but I have seen how fragile she can really be when something in her world seems out of place.

I turn back towards Harry, a troubled frown forming on my face. Gesturing towards her, I quietly speak, “I really think she’s hiding something.” I swallow. “Something terribly devastating. Look out for her, okay? You never know what may happen.”

All kinds of different emotions flashes over his face: Concern and curiousness being the one that stands out the most. “Of course I will,” he slowly nods in a serious, subdued tone. “You don’t even have to ask.”

For the last time, I turn towards the group of people that has come to send me off to London. I shrug my shoulders and throw out my hands. “I guess this is it,” I say. “I’ve got a plane to catch.” A small smile slips onto my lips before I turn around and walk steadily towards my gate.

Knowing Harry will keep Gabrielle secure I can go home without too many worries. 

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