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**


44. What's it like, drama?




"Can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure."

On his clue, Gabrielle's fingers locks around Zayn's wrist and she leads him off, away from the stage we're standing on. It's already happening again, isn't it?

Within the last few days I've put much notice into how the two of them seem to be disappearing from our sights at all times. The one second they're laughing beside us, the next they're either hidden behind a door, or as now where they have only just crossed our hearing zone and made everything they speak come out soundless to our ears.

Liam steps up beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "What is that about?" he curiously questions. His expression form a perfect frown. "That thing they're doing? What's it about?" He points towards Zayn and Gabrielle, now in intimidate conversation. They've gotten up close, her eyes filled with such a darkness they almost seem terrified. She yelps something at him, but it only sounds as a faint buzzing in my ears. To him though, it's just about loud and sensible enough for him to wrap his arms securely and affectionately around her.

I cringe my toes in genuine discomfort. Not only is Zayn sneaking off with my girlfriend on a daily basis, he doesn't even put much thought into the fact that he's making me watch their long embraces and everything else from a distance I can't possibly break through. 

Who knows what they might be doing when I'm not looking?

I know how Zayn likes brunettes. He might be dating a blonde one, but I know that brunettes has always been a turn-on for him, someone he feels more attracted to. I learned only a few hours after I'd met him the first time when he had told me about that hot Rebecca chic he fancied. It is no secret that Gabrielle is a babe, so why should it make any difference to him?

Everything about Zayn suddenly seems arrogant and wrong. How can his eyes turn so blankly starry when he looks at her? How can he smile at her the way he does? How can he embrace her with that much feeling? How can he manage to go through with it all, knowing that Gabrielle is with me? If you ask her, am I not supposed to be her boyfriend any longer? 

"I don't know." I snort and turn slightly towards Liam, but it ends up sounding like an insane, dark laugh. "Somehow I'm glad I'm not the only one around to notice it."

I keep my eyes locked on the two of them as they finally break up the long-lasting, warm embrace. Gabrielle flashes an insecure smile at him before Zayn throws an arm around her shoulders and they walk back towards the stage for the last few sound checks.




"Hey," I soothingly tell Gabrielle and wrap my arms just a bit tighter around her slightly trembling body. "Your mom's gonna be all right, okay? I promise you she will be sooner than you think. Didn't you say she just remembered something entirely new yesterday morning? That's a big progress from what she comes from!"

She releases herself from me, the hint of a weak smile painted on her pale lips. "I guess you're right."

"Come on," I smile at her and throw my arm gladly around her shoulders. I like how I can help her with the psychological matters and imprints it has on her when it comes to her mother's Alzheimer's. In the end, all I really want to see is a happy Gabrielle once I'm around her - and our little talks has defiantly seemed to give her a push in the right direction.

"We have to finish those last few sound checks, eh?"

When we step onto the stage, Gabrielle strolls to her piano whilst Liam approaches me with a couple of mics in his hand. He hands me the one of them. "I think you should speak with Harry," he earnestly proposes, his facial expression colored with inconvenience. That unique little slightly worried wrinkle I know so well shows between his furrowed eye brows, and that's when I sense that something is terribly wrong.

I gaze at Harry, only to notice his stern expression and tensed shoulders. "What's up with him?"

Liam pads my back, trying to flash me a genuine smile. "Oh, it's nothing big, really."

"Just skip to the truthful part, will you?"

"It bothers him that you're always with Gabrielle now..." He frowns. "I think he's getting heated on you, mate. Better figure it out before he lets it out on you."

He once again friendly pads my back before moving on with the mics to Louis standing by the piano, already talking one of his massively random talks with Gabrielle. 

What on earth have made Liam believe that Harry is angry with me?

I decide to push the confusing thoughts away instead of trying to decipher them. I can always question him about this whole thing later today--once I'm not stressed out by a schedule of sound checks and the constant rumble ascending from my tummy. Which by the way reminds me that I need to get lunch before I starve to death.




"That's it for now guys! Be back at 6 for the show, eh?"

The flickering lights-show on the stage momentarily gets cut off by the deep voice echoing through the stadium. I tear off my earbud and let it hang loosely down my chest as I seize the water bottle from the floor. The cool liquid feels like an incredible relief when it washes down my slightly aching throat; a sound check is always harder than it looks. We have to stand on stage and pretend to perform a few lines of each song of the setlist for a whole two hours, which at times can be far more than exhausting--especially when the thought of an audience watching your every move for an even longer time in less than a couple of hours will be the reality.

I sense a pair of eyes being laid on my back from a distance, burning into my skin like knives. A sigh escapes me and I clench my fists together for a few short seconds, trying to pull myself together.

I put down the water bottle and turn around to face the glare.

"Haz," I speak and stare at the curly haired boy standing barely a few meters behind me. His leaf green eyes are watching me with testy anticipation. "Please tell me your problem with me."

To my surprise he doesn't try to avoid the subject. On the contrary, he cuts straight to the case.

"Oh, well," he speaks through gritted teeth and steps up close to me, holding a shaky finger just in front of my face, "I just thought that I once and for all could trust a friend of mine to be around my girlfriend!"

"What the heck's that supposed to mean?" I stand still in position, eyebrows moving closer and closer towards each other. My state of calmness is harder to keep under control when the guy standing in front of me is almost radiating with powerful, dangerous emotions. How did Harry turn into this? 

Harry's face twists into an omniscient, uncomfortable frown. "Don't try to creep your way out of this, Malik," he snarls. "I've seen the way you sneak off together. Who knows what you might be doing behind those doors?"

Wait. Does he think that...does he think that I'm going behind his back with Gabrielle? That she's cheating on him with me? Oh boy, this is worse than it looks. 

"Harry, that's sick! Are you mental?"

His nose are only inches from mine. The furiousness in his green eyes is visible everywhere.

"No. But I'm pretty sure you are."

I struggle to find the right words. There's so many arguments I can bring up, but still they're all so difficult to tell him the right way. Harry looks like one of those tough guys you may meet on the street in the ghetto, yelling stupid things past your head and with a threatening attitude acting like he's going to beat you up for nothing, so how will there ever be a good way to describe my racing thoughts?

"What's gone to your head? Gabrielle is like a sister to me!" I finally shriek at him. Out of nowhere I'm the one feeling furious. Why is he always such a jealous prick?

"I can't trust a word you say any longer!"

"For goodness sake, I already have a girlfriend! Harry, I love Perrie, can't you--"

Suddenly his hands are forcefully pressed flat against my chest in a push powerful and surprising enough for me to fall backwards and loose balance all within a few thousandths part of a second. My body hits the slippery floor in one single movement. Cursing loudly, I take a hand to my throbbing head. I cringe back in a stab of pain.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

My eyes search upward when I hear the shocked exclaim. Gabrielle is standing there in front of me, separating Harry and me oh-so-nicely. Her eyes are glowing; not with love, though, but with despise.

I laugh, but have to restrain myself as far as possible when a shot of pain again takes my breath away. A girl has come to my rescue.

Gabrielle's tiny hands lock around Harry's wrist and she drags him with her away from the stage. His angry panting can be heard from the distance and every time his face tilts just a little to the side to glare back at me, she forces him to look away.

I pull myself up on my knees. I guess Harry just picked the first and most stupidest feud in the history of One Direction.




"I'm not supposed to step in as your mother would have!" I angrily yelp at the beautiful boy in front of me, flashing me a vacant stare while I try to restrain myself from freaking completely out on him. He had not only picked a fight with Zayn, he had pushed him harshly down on the floor. Hurt his best friend. Why is he trying to act this innocent when he knows he's not? His pride can certainly turn out to be arrogant at times.

"Well, you certainly did," Harry flippantly comments.

"Stop being an arse!" I take a trembling step closer towards him. "I'm sick of you acting this way!"

He narrows his eyes in on me. "Darling, I don't act any different since yesterday."

"See, that's the thing. You have to stop being jealous on everyone around you. First you thought I had something going on with Olly, now you think it's Zayn...who's the next one gonna be? My dad? I can't even take--"

"Stop." Putting a sudden stop to my out-burst, Harry turns away and pulls a face. Then, his adoring eyes searchingly find their way back to mine in a long-held, intense gaze.

"All right, I admit it," he bitterly speaks. "Our love is not easy. I wear my jealousy upon my sleeve and you keep your secrets," he puts a large, hot palm to my chest, "close to your heart." Letting the hand slip away from my skin and leaning closer towards me, he traps me against the wall. With his face only inches from mine, I can feel his damp breath on my cool skin.

"We are not bulletproof and we are never going to be. But that's just something we have got to learn to live with. We're stronger than this. You know it just as well as I."

I see the flicker of a movement before his head has dipped and he places his lips forcefully on mine. Securely their softness once again gets to me, and I find myself getting lost in my own world; A place where none of us has to worry any longer and somewhere our affection is combined in that one long-lasting kiss where our lips lock together.

And then my walls drop more unexpectedly than ever, like a wrecking ball hitting the surface of a building and tearing it to pieces until it falls heavily to the ground and nothing but ashes are left of what was once before whole.



From now on I will publish a new chapter every second day...because there's only five chapters left of the story by now. I can promise you one thing: It's going to be a bit dramatic towards the end! Please keep telling me your opinions until the very end in chapter 49, it's one of the things in life that can always make me smile. xx

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