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**


40. Uncovered




“Yes!” I roar, punching my fist through the air. I drop the controller in my hand with a huge smile planted on my lips. “And he takes it all again. Let me see those pitiful faces of the loser team!” I high-five a grinning Harry, laughing at the stern looks on Niall and Louis’ faces. In real life they may be excellent footballers, but when it comes to FIFA Harry and I can always beat them up a bit—which by the way only serves them good. Their horrible ways of celebrating their winnings on the field can never get enough fine-tuning.

A bowl of steaming hot popcorn is stuck up in my face and I flinch back in surprise. “Popcorn time!” I hear Gabrielle’s voice cheer with glee as she flops down on the bed right between Niall and I’s sweatpants-covered legs. It’s our first whole day off in a week, so of course we are going to take advantage of it. Throughout the whole day we have just been hanging out here in my hotel room and it honestly feels amazing not to think of how you look and knowing that you don’t have to get out into the city a couple of hours later, but that you’re just able to breathe out and relax in your bed all day. It’s been ages since we’ve all had a day like this.

Niall snatches the popcorn bowl from my grip and places it in his lap. Leaving me unable to reach into the bowl, they happily start munching on the salty treat. “Can I have some?” I plead and express a pout.

“Nah,” Gabrielle says with a satisfied smile and pad my stomach. “It won’t do those abs any good.”

“What she said,” Niall agrees and gestures towards her, not taking his eyes off the popcorn.

“These cushions are hurting my bum, but I’ve got to re-match you. I have to crush you this time!” Louis insists from the couch placed in front of the bed. With Harry lying slung across it too, I can only imagine how uncomfortable they must be feeling.

“You sure?” I question him, raising my one eyebrow. “Don’t wanna loose yet another time, do you?”

He throws a controller at Gabrielle. “Nah, Gabby’s on our team this game. You’re gonna be the losers this time,” Niall comments with a wide grin. We grab to our controllers and are just about to starts a new game when the familiar ringtone of an iPhone is heard beside me. Gabrielle seizes for something in her pocket and pulls out the alarming phone, quickly slipping out of the bed as she swipes her finger across the screen.

“I have to take this. Wait up with the game a moment, will you?” she hurriedly speaks before spinning around and taking a distance from of us. The last thing I get to hear before her voice has faded completely away is, “Dad? What’s wrong?”

A few long moments pass. The boys and I stay quiet and it’s like I can almost feel the tension rising in the air between us. Are we really trying to eavesdrop Gabrielle’s conversation when she defiantly don’t want us to, or is it just the alert making our heads spin getting the best of us?

I don’t know what to think anymore. After all, this is not the first time she has gotten some strange secret incoming call she doesn’t want anyone of us to overhear. The last time this had happened, Olly had been the only one near enough to try to comfort a Gabrielle trembling from the tears trickling down her face. None of us wants to see such a thing happen again, but how can we possibly overlook the mysterious problems of our best girl friend?

A bang is heard when the hotel door smacks shut behind a small figure of a body, brown strands of hair flickering across my sight. We have been so caught up in our worrying thoughts that we haven’t even regarded the image of Gabrielle sneaking out.

I stumble out of bed and run for the door. When I finally get it thrust open, I can barely spot the beige fabric of her trench coat in the end of the hallway. I feel like my eyeballs are about to pop out of my head from all the wild staring.

“Gabby, where the hell are you going?!”

For a short second, she stops and turns around to face me. A single tear falls from her eye, but she angrily wipes it away with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Then, she disappears behind the white walls of the hallway, picking up a run.




The front door is already open when I get home. 

Not a good sign.

I try to swallow the hurting lump in my throat. Unsuccessfully. Usually my dad gets home at around 9:30, but of course things are different today. When he had asked me to get home straight away, I had known something was out place by instance.

I don’t bother taking my jacket or shoes off when I enter the house. If my suspicions turn out to be true, we won’t be staying here more than a few minutes.

“Dad?” I shout through the flat. Don’t panic, I helplessly try to tell myself. She’s all right. Don’t panic.

My dad shows in the doorframe of his bedroom, and in a few steps he’s by my side, locking me inside his arms in an embrace tight enough for me to know how desperately he’s trying to calm me down. “Oh, sweetheart.”

I force myself out of the position and stare at him, expecting to see some kind of hurt on his face. But his expression is emotionless. After all he has been through, I guess that he has learned to keep the pain inside and contain a calm façade. My heart is pumping harder and harder against my shirt. “What happened?” I finally hear myself tremble.

“It’s your mother.” He squeezes his eyelids close, as if he’s trying to shut out the world passing us by so quickly for just a short second. “The doctors called; she just had a series of new seizures. We have to go to the hospital. She needs us.”

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