"What's wrong? What's up, Gyps?"

Gypsy grabs the bridge of her nose. "Harry, I can't do this," she sighs.

He's so confused. "Do what?"

"This...this thing; whatever the hell it is with Calum and L- "

"What'd he do?" He demands. "Did he hurt you, again?"

Gypsy laughs, shaking her head. "No, no," she says, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You can relax, okay? He didn't do anything bad, alright?"

"If you're sure..."

"I am."

But, Harry's raised brows suggest otherwise, and it's actually pretty cute just how protective he continues to be over her.

Except Gypsy is not trying to start arguments. Here the boys were, all of them getting along and the very last thing Gypsy wishes to do is ruin that, despite the fact that she's got a million thoughts swirling in her mind that she cannot seem to tame or control.

"Harry!" Gypsy exclaims, exasperated. "He told me he still loves me, okay? That's what he did. That's all he did," she says. "I promise, okay?"

And Harry's typically bright green eyes darken. "After all that?" He growls.

Gypsy nods. "He asked me what we were," she says. "He wanted to know what we are, Harry. He's waiting for me to tell him that - "

"What, Gyps?"

"I don't know what," she sighs. "He wants to hear that I love him but - "

Harry lifts his bright green eyes to hers. "Do you?"

"I don't..."

But, Gypsy already knows the answer to this question.

"I don't know," she lies.

"So you told him about us, then?"

"I - " Gypsy pauses. "Us?"

"Us," he repeats, rising from his seat in the kitchen. "You and me. Us," he says. "Together. You've told him we've been dating, yeah?"

"I - " Gypsy pauses again, because she came to Harry to help her sort out her life with Calum and Luke and now she's got to add him to this project.

"So, you haven't," he nods. "I see."

"Wait, Harry," she grabs his hand. "It hasn't come up, yet. Literally, he sprung this whole, 'Do you love me?' thing on me and I was shocked and Luke and Michael interrupted us. We didn't get a chance to talk, like, seriously."

Harry nods and Gypsy cringes internally at the half-truth she's just told.

"You know," she begins with a snort, "the point of this conversation was for you to help me figure out what to do with my life, and right now, I've got to say, you're majorly sucking at it."

Harry laughs. "I can't figure out these things for you, love," he says. And he stares down at her, shrugging. "But, you knew that, already."

"Then why've I come to you for advice, then?" She teases, although she's whining and kind of hates that her question's come out that way.

"'Cause you know I'll always listen."

"But - "

"But?" He smirks, lifting his hands to her face and the curly hair she knows he loves.

"But, most of the time you're a bit more helpful, y'know."

"But," he kisses the top of her head, "I love you enough to be honest."

_____

"Long Island Iced Tea?"

"Do you promise to take me home after I've had like, six?"

Zayn laughs aloud, pulling cups and drinks in preparedness. "Of course, love," he laughs. "Of course."

Gypsy sighs, watching as Zayn mixes her drink. "Am I in danger of becoming an alcoholic, Zayn?"

He coughs. "Why'd you say that?"

"'Cause," she laughs. "Every time something bad happens I come here."

"So, you're saying you come to drown your sorrows and not to see me?" Zayn shakes his head. "And all this time I thought it was me..."

Gypsy laughs, "It's always been you, Zayn," she grins as he shoots her a wink and slides her the drink. "I come for the ambiance and you're amazing advice of course."

"Thought that was why I was here," adds Matty. "Guess I'm the one she's forgotten."

"Stop," Gypsy whines, playing with the straw in her drink. "I can't handle everyone - "

"Fighting over you?" Matty asks with a raised brow.

"Not, fighting..."

"Right," Matty snorts. "Because it sounds like there's a bit of fighting going on," he states, "indirectly, of course."

"Someone's fighting over you?" Justin asks, because he's come along with Matty today. "Holy shit where've I been?"

"At home because you've been a dick."

"What? What've I done?"

"You haven't been nice, is what you've done."

"Oh! Oh, to the kid who cheated on you? Who broke your heart? Okay, Gyps. I didn't know I was supposed to become his best friend, then. What was I thinking?"

Gypsy turns to Zayn. "I think I need a shot of something to deal with Justin, today."

Zayn lifts a bottle. "Tequila?"

Gypsy shrugs. "If I won't die."

"Um, you won't."

"Then, tequila it is."

"Did we all forget that she's a minor," Matty asks.

"Wait," Zayn pauses, lowering his voice. "Gypsy," he begins softly, "you're not twenty-one? All this time I thought you were able to buy alcohol, love. Is this why you never tip me?"

"Ha ha," Gypsy replies, pulling a face as Zayn and Matty laugh to themselves beneath the neon lights at the bar. "Aren't you both hilarious."

"So, what are we doing here, G?"

Gypsy watches as Zayn prepares her drink and Matty turns his cellphone 'round in his hand.

"You're sitting and you're talking and you're enjoying my presence and fixing my problems," she snaps. "So shut up, Justin and love me already."

There are less than five days left.

Less than five days until MGM Grand.

And Gypsy is actually freaking out.

"Gyps," Justin sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. "I do love you, okay? I do, but I've been out all day doing stuff for my mom and I'm tired, G."

"Doing what?"

"Just," he shrugs, "stuff."

Gypsy's brow furrows. "You're a terrible, terrible liar, Justin."

"Here, love," says Zayn, interrupting the conversation to slide her a shot of tequila, a packet of salt and a lime.

She peers up at him. "Will you take one with me?"

He shrugs. "Why not."

And Justin snorts, Zayn's eyes flickering to him. "Want one, mate?"

"Nah," he replies, as Matty laughs beside him.

"He's got to go home to his mummy, remember?"

Justin only snorts again. "Actually, that's true," he replies.

"Like I don't already know."

And Gypsy turns between the two of them. "Why do I feel like I'm being purposefully excluded from this conversation?"

And Gypsy's thoughts are confirmed as Matty only turns to Justin, eyebrows raised as he sips from his glass.

"No answer, sweetheart," comes his reply.

Gypsy whips her head towards Justin.

She frowns deeply. "So you keep secrets from me, now? You're keeping things from me, too?"

Zayn leans against the bar, interrupting them. "Taking that shot, Gyps?"

And Gypsy nods, peeling her eyes from Justin.

"Ready?" She asks Zayn.

He only grins, chuckling a bit. "I do this for a living, love."

Together, they take the shot.

______

"Wanna dance?"

Gypsy shakes her head. "No."

"You've had too much to drink, haven't you?"

Again, she shakes her head. "No."

"You're a crap liar."

She snorts. "So I've been told," and she watches through narrowed eyes. "What aren't you telling me, Justin?"

"Telling you 'bout what?"

"I don't know!" She exclaims, exasperated. "You're not telling me something if you and Matty are going to be keeping secrets from me!"

Justin stares straight ahead. "I'm moving."

"But, you'll still be in Vegas, right?"

"I dunno," he shrugs. "My mom's looking for jobs so," he shakes his head. "Maybe? Yes? No? Won't know for a while."

And all at once, Gypsy feels absolutely terrible.

Justin can barely hear her over the music in the club.

"What?"

He nods, turning to her. "I'm...Yeah. My mom's looking for places. She wants to move out of Charming."

Gypsy says nothing.

It's the two of them, surrounded by strangers at the bar of a sweaty club.

Matty's gone off to dance and Zayn has been relocated to the crowd at the end of the bar.

Gypsy says nothing.

"See, this is why I didn't want you to find out like this," Justin says. "I didn't want to spring this on you like this."

"So how were you planning on telling me, then?" She exclaims. "I'd have to look up and see a moving van outside? Huh? You were gonna tell me once you'd gone?"

"Gyps, it's not even like that. She's looking. Okay? My mom's still got the same fucking job, alright? Shit - I didn't wanna tell you 'cause I knew you'd take it personal. I knew you'd freak out and I'm still here, G."

"Except you might not be, Justin. Who knows?" She exclaims, throwing up her hands. "Pattie might get a call next week and then what? Then you're gone and you're moving away and - "

"And if she gets a better job in Vegas my ass is still here, it's just not in Charming."

Gypsy shakes her head. She can't believe this, though.

"Wanna relax?"

The question startles her. She glares at him. "What do you mean?"

"Like, wanna really relax?"

"I seriously don't know what you mean, Jus-"

"C'mon, then," he groans, grabbing for her hand. "Shit, Gyps. Just, c'mon."

And Gypsy follows Justin (begrudgingly) outside and together, they wait for Zayn to finish his shift so he can take them home to Charming.

They're leaning against the wall downstairs, the music of Overhead audible from the street.

"Won't I get crossfaded?"

Justin lifts a brow. "That's the point."

"You're a bad influence," Gypsy says, as they pass a blunt back and forth beneath the shadows.

"I'm probably the only good influence you've got in your life."

"Please tell me how that could possibly make sense."

He shrugs.

"Are you seriously moving?"

"Yeah," he sighs, because he knew she wasn't over that whole conversation and look where they are. "I am."

"Goddammit, Justin..."

"Gyps, it's not happening tomorrow -"

"But, it's happening," she says. "It's gonna happen one of these days, isn't it?"

"One of these days, you're going to college, Gyps."

"And where will you be?" She asks. "Where're you gonna be in the world when, when I'm not in Vegas?"

He smirks, fighting a laugh. "Hopefully, not in Vegas."

"Shut up, Justin," she exclaims, pushing him as he chuckles beside her. "This is serious!"

"G, I'm not going anywhere."

"Yet."

"Yeah, yet. My mom's lookin' for jobs, not signing a mortgage. She hasn't even started house-hunting yet, alright? Chill," he pleads. "Please?"

"Why does Matty know?"

"Huh?"

"How come Matty knew and I didn't?"

"'Cause I told him."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"The day you kicked us out," he nods, "when you wanted to play around and write songs with that fuckboy - "

"Luke is not a fuckboy, okay!?"

Justin waves her off. "Details, details," he says and Gypsy rolls her eyes. "Look, that's when I told him. We ran into my mom 'cause she was about the head out for a job interview. He and Haz found out then."

Gypsy's jaw falls. "Harry knew too?"

"So does Zayn," he nods. "Niall's got to know by now, too. I know George does, but that's 'cause none of our friends can keep their fucking mouths shut..."

"So I'm last to know then, huh? You fucking fucks..."

"G, you've been practicing for the competition and runnin' around with your Aussie fucks - "

She shoots him a glare.

"I mean, friends, and I didn't wanna ruin that for you. I knew you'd overreact."

"Overreact? Me? Overreact?"

"See!" He exclaims, "There you go. I haven't gone anywhere, Gyps," he says, holding out his arms. "I'm still here. I'm right here, and you can't keep assuming that just 'cause people aren't in the same city they don't care about you. Even if my mom gets a job in, in fucking Alaska, doesn't mean I'm not gonna still be your friend."

"You say that now, Justin."

"No, I say it 'cause I mean it, Gypsy. People can be shit in your face and love you from afar. It's about the person, not the place."

Gypsy groans, rubbing her face with her hands. "Fuck you for being so damn deep all the time!"

And that makes him laugh. "Told you; I'm your voice of reason."

"I'd still say that was Matty, but..."

"But you know I give better advice."

Gypsy only shrugs.

"Knew it."

"I said nothing," Gypsy says, snatching the blunt from his fingers. She motions for him to light it again, sucking long and hard as the flame lights the rolled paper.

Exhaling a stream of white smoke, she sighs. Head tilted upward, she stares at the sky polluted by the excess of lights illuminating the most populated boulevard in the city.

Still staring up, up, up, she relaxes a bit. "If you give such good advice," she meets his eyes with her own, "why don't you offer some, then."

Justin snorts, taking the blunt from her fingers. "Advice about what?"

"What I should do," she coughs softly. "What I should do about Harry and Calum and Luke."

"Ah," Justin nods. "The three dudes fighting for some Gypsy-lovin'."

"Okay," she says, "never say that again. Thanks."

Justin laughs. "Honestly," he chuckles, "you're so fuckin' spoiled, Gypsy."

"What?" She turns to him abruptly. "How in the hell do you say that?"

He grins, shaking his head. "You've got like, twenty dudes tripping over themselves for you."

"L. O. L," she states. "Last time I checked, three wasn't twenty."

"C'mon, G. You've got Zayn and -"

"Zayn is a bartender, Justin, who, might I remind you, just divorced a fiancée he'd been with for, forever."

"And he's he's just finished fixing cocktails for an eighteen-year-old girl," he says. "C'mon, G. Don't pretend like you don't see it, too."

"Well," she tuts, "I don't see you doing anything for me, Justin."

"That's 'cause I'm your voice of reason," he grins.

"That's Matty. Not you."

"Nah," comes Justin's reply. "You've dragged him from wherever the hell he was for 'advice,' right? You've got all these dudes doing shit for you - "

"And I thought that was what friendship was, but maybe I'm wrong," she interjects.

"Hey," he holds up his hands in surrender, "I'm not saying it's a bad thing."

"Then what are you saying, Justin?"

"I'm saying that you're worried about three guys, right?"

She nods. "Yeah..."

"But, I mean, c'mon, G. How'd you think it felt for everyone else when you got with Harry? You think he's the only one with feelings for you?"

Gypsy's mouth opens and then closes.

"But," she falters, "But, Harry..."

"Is an open book," Justin laughs. "But, here's a word of advice: guys don't just do a ton of shit for girls they don't like."

And Gypsy stands there, shocked. As crazy as Justin's logic sounds, the thought of Zayn or George or Niall or any of the other boys having even the slightest inkling of a romantic interest in her actually makes her feel pretty damn good.

"I'm not saying they're in love with you," he says quickly, "So you can chill, alright? You aren't that hot, okay."

"Fuck you."

"But if you want your advice," he chuckles "here it is: Chill, G. Take a deep breath, for me at least? Just be happy. Be with who ya' want," he shrugs. "'Cause we'll support you through anything, anyway. Always."

-~*~-

Not going to lie I love Justin in this.

I LOVE HIM.

Also Harry was super cute I'm sorry I just don't even know with these ships everyone loves her so much.

Still kinda #Calypsy though... hehehehehe.

LET ME HAVE BOYS FIGHT OVER ME LIKE THIS.

UPDATING THIS STORY TODAY BECAUSE IT'S MY FAVORITE AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYY. <333333