"Harry, gross."

"Oh, c'mon, Gypsy, I think it'd look good."

"Okay, honestly how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not trying to look like a troll doll?"

"But, pink is-"

"Not for me, Harry," Gypsy places her hands on her hips in the center of the drug store and sighs. They've literally been at this back and forth since they got into Matty's car and he picked them up from the motel and it's already pushing seven. "Don't you want me to be happy? Can't I live my life? Should I've gone at this alone, then?"

Harry giggles once before he places his large hands on either of Gypsy's shoulders. "Alright, love," he says, "what color are you looking for, then?"

"Blonde," she states. "Well," she rolls her eyes to the ceiling, "Blonde-ish. Like," she pauses, "I want to ómbre my hair if you know what I mean."

And Harry nods because she's now told him this for the sixtieth time. She isn't trying to go all-out with one -or two- colors like Mikey, and since it is her hair after all, she's ready to get this over with and make sure she doesn't hate it or else she'll be dragging Harry back to the drugstore to buy more dye so it can go back to its original color.

"Fine, fine," he says dismissively, dropping his hands and walking down the aisle, "but pink would be much better if you ask me..."

"That," she says, "is why I did not ask you."

"And oh ho ho," he laughs, "this, my Gypsy-Gyps, is why you should."

"Harry."

"Yes?"

"You're a real creep."

"I think you meant 'inspiration' instead, love."

Gypsy crouches beside the bottom shelves in the aisle. "Uh huh," she mutters. "Sure did."

And to Harry's displeasure, she chooses a honey-blonde - "But tell me this wouldn't be so great?" He'd said, still holding the pink - although she shrugs it off because this is what she wants and so therefore this is what she'll get.

And as Gypsy stands in line to check-out with her item and Harry peruses through (and occasionally laughs at-loudly) a number of trashy tabloids, she pretends not to know Harry at the same time she texts back and forth with Cal.

What'd you decide on? He asks, because after Sunday night, Gypsy awoke to messages from Calum and the two had gone back and forth and back and forth nonstop since then.

Blonde. Yeeee son.

(And Gypsy immediately regrets sending this text because she's obviously been hanging around Justin for too long.)

Blonde?

I'm telling Mikey

You'd better tell him!

It was his fucking idea

That was my idea

I came up with that so fuck you

You're lying

No

I never lie

Cal you're the worst liar ever

I can like see you smiling through the phone tbh

Fuck you its the truth!

Ass Luke

*Ask

Hah ass

You're actually five

And just shhh Ash told me it was Mikey's already so...

:p

Brb I have to kill him

LOLOL, she types and does actually laugh out loud.

But actually gw?

I'm ready to be ómbre

That sounds like the name of a horse

Or like a little piñata

Gypsy laughs aloud again.

Is that a good thing or...?

You tell me

Can I eat you?

Can I eat your candy?

Holy shit that went too far and I only realized it after I sent it shit fuck shit

Yea it did and I hate you rn

WHY DO YOU HATE ME?

YOU ALREADY KNEW I WAS FULL OF INNUENDOS

Gypsy bites her bottom lip; she's trying so hard not to smile and she is not doing a very good job of it.

Because I look like an idiot

I'm laughing behind this old lady in the drugstore

So thx because she probably thinks I need like mental help

Like life alert assistance

Good thing you're behind the old lady

She could push her little button for you

In case you fall down the stairs

Why am I laughing?

You arent even funny

I'm actually hilarious

Send pics when you're done

Your hair I mean

Not like, dying from head trauma

Or brittle old lady bones

You're such a dork omg

No I'm cool

Whatever you say

Just send the pictures Gypsy

Duh

:)

"Why the fuck are you smiling like that?"

Calum looks up from his phone and frowns. "What?"

"You're smiling-" Michael says. "You're smiling like you're gonna get laid-twice."

"Shut up, I'm not."

"You so are," Ashton grins as they unload their instruments from the van. "Holy shit you totally are-who's the chick?"

"What the fuck? Why's it got to be some girl? Why can't I be having a friendly conversation with my mum? She changed the curtains. Can't I be happy? I can't smile about my new fucking curtains?"

"You're gonna fuck your mum?" Michael asks.

"In the curtains?" Luke adds.

"That is not punk rock."

"Actually," Ash nods, "the proper term for that would be incestuous."

"That's fucking sick, man."

"Didn't think you were into that, mate."

"Shut up, Luke!"

"What?" He asks innocently. "I'm just, I'm just surprised s'all."

"Y'know," Calum begins-he smiles sarcastically, "you guys pretty much fucking suck."

Michael giggles, "Like your mom in the curtains?"

"Seriously, go suck a fucking dick."

Harry pokes Gypsy's cheek as she struggles to keep up with his long stride. "What's got you smiling?" He grins as they (well, mostly she) practically jogs to Matty's waiting car.

"Nothing," she says quickly-too quickly, and Harry does not believe her for a second.

"C'mon," he prods, "you can tell me. I'm Harry."

"I did not forget who you were," Gypsy laughs, and because she's smiling and in a good mood and because she does, in fact, trust Harry, she sighs, "Calum. I'm texting Calum."

"Oh," Harry nods approvingly, "Okay-wait," now he's shaking his head, "Wait, isn't that your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Your ex?"

"My friend."

"Your ex, then."

"He was my friend first."

"Doesn't matter."

Matty climbs from the car and pops the trunk. "Got the stuff?" He asks, fingers playing with the buttons on his patterned shirt as the two reach his car.

"Sure d-"

"Gypsy's texting her ex!" Harry blurts.

"He was my fucking friend first, Harry!" Gypsy exclaims because Matty is frowning and by now, it seems, everyone in Charming knows about her failed relationship with Calum Hood.

"I thought you were over him, love," he says, hands on his narrow hips. "Thought that was the reason for the list and all; to forget about the bloke who broke your heart."

"I broke up with him," Gypsy says firmly. "And I promise, guys, we're just talking."

"Talking, or flirting?" Harry asks. "There's a difference."

"Harry, we aren't-"

"Lemme see!" Luke exclaims, and he lunges for Calum's phone and Calum squeals because that totally catches him off guard especially since Luke snatches the cell straight from his hand.

"Fuck you, Luke; give it back!"

"Mikey!"

And Luke tosses the phone in the air and Calum shoves Luke away because his life flashes before his eyes as his mobile flies thought the air and Michael catches it in his hands.

"Why'd you throw it to him?" Calum exclaims. "His little ass hands can't catch!"

"Watch my little ass hands do this," Michael replies and he expertly flips him off. "What's this sayin' mate? Huh? What's that say?"

"Just give me the phone, Michael," Calum growls.

"What if I don't wanna?"

"Fuck you and give me the phone."

"What if he doesn't wanna?" Ashton giggles as Calum lunges for Michael. He grips him around his shoulders and pins his arms.

"Give me the-"

"Ash!"

Ashton snatches the phone from Michael and scrolls through the texts. Calum groans because Ashton's mouth hangs open and he begins to laugh as Michael grabs Calum by the Hendrix shirt that he's borrowed from Ash without asking.

"Gypsy?" Ashton exclaims. "You're texting Gypsy and you don't tell us?"

"What?" Luke wrinkles his nose. "She's actually talking to you?"

"Wow, Luke," Calum states. "Wow, some shit friend you are."

"No offense, but I definitely thought she hated you," Michael shrugs at Calum's hanging jaw. "Like, seriously mate, I thought she was just talking to you because there are four of us and," he shrugs, "well, you're always around."

Calum scoffs. "What?"

"I thought she was gonna take your place in the band 'cause we were gonna kick you out of the group once things just got too awkward."

Ash nods. "Honestly, I thought she was just tolerating you 'cause you're just," he shrugs, "you're just always," he moves his hands around, "you're just there."

Luke places a hand over the other and moves his thumbs. "Awkward turtle."

"Are you shitting me right now?"

"No, but," Ashton nods, "no-no. Nope," he pops his 'p.' "Not at all..."

"Fuck you, you dicks," Calum states as Ashton slaps his phone back into his hand. "Why can't we talk? We can't still be friends?"

"She broke up with you," Michael states. "You were in your room crying like fucking Golem after that and now you want to be friends?"

Luke nods, bending his arms and folding his wrists against each other. "Awkward palm tree."

"Ha," Ashton laughs, "Golem."

"He was all," and Michael definitely hunches his back and does the weird voice and everything, "Gyspsy-sh, my precious-"

"Why the fuck do you have to do the voice? Stop it!"

But Michael cannot stop because Ashton is doubled over in stitches.

"I lovesh you-I meesh you-"

"You fucking weirdo..."

"I thought you were over her, Cal," Luke says smugly. He shrugs his wide shoulders, "I thought-"

"You still like her?" Ashton exclaims.

"I didn't say th-"

"Holy shit-Cal, you're still into her, aren't you?" He throws up his hands. "Fucking knew it."

Luke waves his fingers in front of Calum's eyes and before Calum can tell him to fuck off he's plastered his big hand against Calum's face.

"Luke-fuck off!" He exclaims, sputtering and slapping his hand away.

Luke only grins.

"Awkward jellyfish."

"All I'm saying," Matty continues, because this lecture about feelings and love and not getting back together with boys who don't matter has continued throughout the entire car-ride from the drugstore to whichever friend's house they're going to dye Gypsy's hair, "is that sometimes people can love each other and not be meant to be together, sweetheart. B'sides," he looks to the backseat where she's sighing, "I'm sure you broke up with 'im for a reason, haven't you?"

"Matty," she begins, "we're just talking, promise," she says for the umpteenth time.

"What happened to just messing 'round?"

"I can't," she shrugs, "I dunno, I can't just sort of miss being his friend?"

Because she has.

So, she says it, "Because I have, guys. I," she sighs and runs her hands through her still un-dyed hair, "I have, alright?"

And because it sounds like she genuinely, truly means it, Harry and Matty both shoot each other quick glances.

Harry turns in his seat and pouts, "You still fancy him, do you?"

And those six words make Gypsy hesitate before Matty turns his attention to her. He stops at the light and stares at Gypsy's almond eyes through the rearview mirror.

"I know I probably sound like someone's mum," Matty begins, not tearing his eyes from Gypsy, "but I'm saying these things because I do care and I'd really hate to see you get hurt, so..."

Matty pauses and Harry nods and Gypsy can't help but feel overwhelmed that someone-or multiple someones in her case-can care for you in such little time.

"Just be careful, yeah, sweets?" He offers kindly, and as Matty lifts his lips into a lopsided smile, Gypsy unbuckles her seatbelt and leans forward, reaching for the headrests to shift forward in the seat.

"What in the-Gypsy?" Harry laughs, but he quickly stops because she's planted a kiss first on Matty and now on his soft, clean-shaven cheek.

"What was-"

"I love you guys," she states, and Matty and Harry are still kind of in shock because this is Gypsy.

But she only grins, "I mean it. No matter what I might say, I love you. I love you and I hope I can say that to both of you forever."

Matty giggles. "You're a sap," he says, but Harry grabs her face in one of his large hands and brings her face back to his.

"Harry!" She squeals because his rings are cold against her skin. "Harr-"

And he only smiles, bringing her face back towards his own so that he can leave a quick, lingering kiss not quite on her lips but not quite on her cheek.

Gypsy's face flushes. "Harry..."

And Harry only stares at her with a cheeky grin and bright green eyes. "Guess what, love?" He asks.

"Huh? Yes?"

"We love you, too."

And Gypsy smiles; Harry's fingers have released her face and she leans back against the seat, buckling back up beside her box of hair dye.

Matty chuckles lightly, pulling from the light.

"Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy."

"Luke-Luke. Luke?"

Luke looks up from his phone. Ashton's standing beside his drums, staring at him. "What?"

"You coming?" Ash giggles, hopping down from the set to the carpeted floor. He motions with his head to the open door leading into the kitchen. "Mikey's probably eaten all of the pizza by now."

Luke snorts. "Shit, yeah...you're probably right," and he pockets his phone and follows behind Ashton.

"We're gonna have to sneak more vegetables into his diet."

Luke laughs aloud. He grins and heads into his kitchen and waits for Gypsy to text him back.

I heard you were talking to Cal again

"Where are we, again?" Gypsy asks as she carries her plastic bag behind Harry up to a very nice looking little house. It's about fifteen minutes from The Strip and sits in a little neighborhood that overlooks the campus of UNLV.

"My friend's house," Harry says.

"But," she turns to Matty, "I thought you had the friend who was dyeing my hair."

"Turns out he's a mutual if you can believe it," Matty says, lighting up on the porch.

"You two?" Gypsy asks incredulously. "How do you hang out with the same people?"

"Well, there's you, isn't there?" Matty grins.

"I don't count."

"Really?" Matty asks. "Because last time I checked you were quite certainly a mutual friend. There's Justin as well..."

"He doesn't count either."

Harry bangs on the door. "Open up, would ya?" He runs his free hand through his hair and checks his phone with another. "He said he'd be home..."

"Is he a hair stylist?" Gypsy asks curiously. She's more than anxious to know who is going to be placing his hands in her hair.

"No, but he dyes his hair religiously," Harry snorts, and then he bangs on the door again. "Open up, Niall! I know you're home!"

Matty snorts. "Knock a little louder, would you? I don't think the neighborhood's all woken up yet."

Harry ignores Matty's smug smile and Gypsy's giggle.

"Niall! Open up!"

"Gypsy, get ready to run," Matty warns softly, flicking his lighter. "I'm sure someone's bound to have called the boys in blue."

"Niall!"

And that's when the door's yanked open.

It's thrust open to reveal a very blonde, very blue-eyed young man who happens to look very, very sleepy.

"What the bloody hell, Harry?" He says, Irish accent pronounced and a bit groggy, "I oughtta strangle you right now."

Harry only smiles, "Hey, mate," he grins, tousling Niall's hair as he pushes his way inside. "You're always either eating or sleeping," he says. "And you promised you'd dye Gypsy's hair, remember?"

Niall blinks his tired eyes and focuses on the girl waving to him in his foyer.

"So you're Gypsy," he states.

"Uh..." Gypsy flicks her eyes to Harry, who's standing off to the side, grinning. "Yeah," she says. "Hi. Sorry for waking you."

"Eh," Niall grunts, and he nods to Matty and stretches with a yawn, closing the door behind them. "S'okay. Harry'd have knocked like an idiot had I been asleep or not."

Gypsy and Matty both nod.

"Sounds like Harry," she sighs.

Harry only gasps. "Does not!" He exclaims, and as his friends stare at him, he grins again. "Knock knock."

"Holy-" Niall sighs. "Could ya just not with that today, Hazz?"

Gypsy looks to Matty and raises her eyebrows.

He almost laughs, "Oh, m'not going to answer this one," he declares, and slips into Niall's kitchen.

Gypsy sighs. "Who's there?"

"Cows go."

Gypsy watches Niall begin to walk away.

"Cows go who?"

"No silly," Harry grins because he's already laughing, "Cows go moo."

And Gypsy tries not to laugh, she does, but Harry's laughing at his awful joke and Niall looks like he just wants to die.

"Sorry," Gypsy giggles. "I'm sorry but he's just so awful."

"S'alright," Niall shrugs and he offers her a small smile. "It's contagious, I know," he says and Harry pokes him in the cheek since he obviously thinks he's hilarious. "He's watched Titanic a billion times and always cries at the end-"

"Because it's beautiful," Harry scoffs. Then, he shakes his head, "And just so, so sad..." He shakes his fist at Niall's ceiling, "There was enough room, Rose! You both could've fit!"

Niall and Gypsy both blink.

"Harry..."

Niall only sighs, "All I'm sayin's he's contagious," he says. "Harry'll start laughing and the joke's bloody awful but you laugh, too...I'm sure you know."

And Niall shakes his head, looking between the two of them still left in his entryway. "I need a pint," he declares. "Let's do this in the kitchen, yeah?" And when Gypsy nods, he smiles. He's waking up a bit. "Good," he claps his hands together, "Then let's get this started. Hungry, doll?"

"Starved."

Niall grins and Gypsy realizes just how blue his eyes are. He nods appreciatively. "Fuck - Gypsy, you and me both."

-~*~-

Can you feel the Narry love in this gif? Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?

P.S. Can you find the Chocolate reference up in here? Attached the Settle Down vid cuz I don't get tired of this song and I'm listening to it now.

Love ya guys. Comment and vote and all that.

Pool party's up next. Too hype for that chapter like...It might be split into two cuz so far its long but its fun and I love it and what the hells up with Calypsy? Lolz. I just freaking love that ship name seriously I can't get enough. I love it almost as much as I love Harry's jokes tbh.