Can't keep dancing with the devil-

And wonder why you're still in hell.

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy.

"Do it."

"Umm, no."

"C'mon, Justin! Please don't make me do this by myself!"

"It was your idea!"

"So? What kind of friend are you?"

Justin shakes his head. "Why don't you ask Harry?" He suggests, because Gypsy's just asked him to come eat dinner with her-in Charming.

Like, in the dining hall.

With his mom.

Fuck that.

"He's gone out with Zayn," she huffs with a flippant flip of her curly hair over her shoulder. "You're my only friend left."

"What about Ed?"

"Justin!"

"Fine, fine," he mutters as she trails behind him down from the second floor. "Shit-"

"Thank you!" She exclaims, throwing her arms around him for a hug that nearly makes him fall down the stairs.

"Shit-Gypsy! G-Chill. Gah-"

She laughs aloud, lifting her arms from around his neck. "Sorry," she grins. "I'm actually not trying to kill you tonight."

"Right," he grunts with a side-eye her way-this only causes her to laugh louder-and he scowls, "What the hell are you tryin' to eat there for, anyway?"

Gypsy trots behind him. "I need to see Sam."

"Smith?"

She nods. "Who else?"

He shrugs. "Whatever-Why?"

"Because," she replies, "can you believe my mother comes back to Vegas in all of fifteen days? Is that not outrageous?"

Justin shrugs. "So?"

"So," she deadpans, "I don't normally live here, Jus. When my mom comes back I've got to go home, again."

"G, this is your home now."

"Ha ha," she replies. "Try telling that to my mother."

"Sure," he shrugs as they near the lot, now. "She'll probably meet me and love me, so I'll probably be able to talk her into anything," he wiggles his eyebrows. "I'm persuasive like that, y'know."

Gypsy slaps her knee. "God! Where do you get your sense of humor?"

"Got it from my momma," he shakes his head. "Now, what's your mom gotta do with Sam?"

She sighs. "God, Justin. It's like you've forgotten all about my list."

"What's Sam got to do with the list?"

And its an hour later that she parts ways with Justin, him leaving her to 'take a nap and get ready' because she's asked him, Matty and Harry to accompany her out onto The Strip, tonight. She's considering getting a new tattoo, because she's had a new idea for one in her head for a while, now and she's thinking that she should probably stop being a baby and go get it already if she really wants it.

Especially if she wants it before her mom gets home.

But now, she sits with Ed in the kitchen as she waits for Harry because the three of them have come up with amazing ideas for the song she'll sing at MGM and Ed happens to have not only a perfect voice but a really fucking amazing way with words.

He's got to be the best songwriter she's ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"So," Gypsy asks, grinning as Harry traipses into the kitchen, "How's Zayn?"

Harry meets her grin with a raised brow. "I'm doing well too, thanks, love."

"What?" Gypsy exclaims. "I can't ask about my favorite bartender? Besides," she turns back to the open text on her phone, "you did blow me off to see him."

"Blow you off?" He scoffs as Ed laughs, bringing with him to Gypsy a glass of water. "I did not blow you off."

"Right," Gypsy scoffs. "Uh huh, sure, Harold."

"Oh," Ed says. "She's called you 'Harold,' mate. Must've really fucked up then, huh?"

Gypsy only smirks as Harry rounds the table, cupping her jaw with both hands before planting a firm kiss on her lips.

"I didn't mean to blow you off," he says.

She shrugs.

He kisses her again. "Are you mad at me?"

She shrugs.

He kisses her again-she laughs. "Alright, alright," she grins, pushing him in the chest. Harry pokes her cheek and kisses her again on the forehead because he just really likes kissing her a lot. "I guess I won't take it personally."

"He's asked about you," Harry says, sitting across from her. "Zayn, I mean."

"Good," Gypsy grins, looking from her phone back to Harry. "He's my favorite of your friends, you know. Don't tell Louis."

"I'm telling him now."

"Ha," she says, rolling her eyes. "You'd better not."

"Alright," Ed claps his hands, "You've got all night to flirt with each other. Are we gonna write tonight, or what?"

"Yes," Gypsy says at once. She claps her hands. "Let's go."

And the boys talk around her as she quickly grabs for her vibrating phone.

Facetime tonight? is the message she sends off to Luke, because on the night she told him she missed him she was, in fact, serious and does, in fact, want to talk to him.

Gypsy does, in fact, miss her friends very very much.

Gypsy misses all of them-each last one.

Gypsy realizes that she does, in fact, miss Calum Hood very very much, and she's trying to determine how she completely feels about that.

"Okay," she claps her hands, sitting her phone face-up on the table. Now, she fans out the pages of lined paper she and Harry had been writing on and reads the words she had written.

"Maybe Liam was right," she says, having reread their song. "Maybe I should just sing something else-y'know, some song everyone knows."

"Why?" Harry asks. "What's wrong with-?"

"Nothing," she says quickly. "There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just..."

"Having second thoughts," Ed says.

"Maybe?"

Harry grins. "You'd like to win now, wouldn't you?"

"I mean..."

"You actually want the record deal now, don't you."

"I think I-Wait, what? A record deal?"

Luke texts Gypsy back as soon as he wakes up. Traveling always makes him sleep late.

Can I call instead?

He's honestly just happy that Gypsys's responded to him, and he knows that this is a new Gypsy-a new Gypsy who doesn't quite need him anymore-but he feels deep down that the old Gypsy is still there and quite possibly that old Gypsy misses him like he misses her.

Of course. Call me later.

"You know what," Gypsy says. She runs her hands through her curls, "you know what song I've been thinking about lately? What I've wanted to sing?"

"What is it love?" Asks Harry. "Is it something we've heard?"

"Sing it," Ed instructs.

She narrows her eyes at him.

"Go on then," he prods. "S'not fair that I haven't heard you sing to me in ages, G."

She laughs at the fact that now, Ed has apparently adopted Justin's nickname for her.

"I know neither of you listen to Blink 182, huh?"

"They're legends," Ed says, but Gypsy should have known Ed would know.

Harry shakes his head.

"You," she points to him, "are going to have to listen to Blink 182."

She laughs as he grins cheekily. "You'll teach me then, yeah?"

"Here's your first lesson. This song is 'I Miss You,' okay?"

Harry leans towards her. "Are you going to sing it for me, then?"

She smirks, shaking her head as Ed complains about them 'flirting again.'

"I am, in fact, going to sing it for you."

_____________

Matty grins as he watches Gypsy jog down the stairs behind Harry from her grandparents' suite in Charming. She's in ripped black skinny jeans and a black crop top and her new black Dr. Martens. She's straightened her hair tonight and it falls down her back in a slick ponytail.

"Missed these nights," he says, throwing his arm around her shoulder in greeting.

"How, Matty?" She laughs.

"Because," he sings, slipping his arm around her shoulder. "It's like we're back where we started, isn't it?" He asks, looking around at Harry and Justin. "It's like we've come full circle, the four of us."

Gypsy hums against him. "That's funny," she says, because she can recall very vividly that night a few months ago when Harry had invited himself along with them for her tattoo and now, look. Look at where they are, now.

"Alright, alright," Justin says, shaking his head-seems like all the boys have long hair, now-He sighs, walking to the passenger seat of Matty's car. "Let's cut the sentimental shit."

"Says the bloke with no heart."

"Says the boy with the biggest heart and the worst way of showing it," Gypsy grins. "I see you, Justin. I see you."

He decidedly does not answer that. "Where are we going, Gyps?"

"Yeah," adds Harry, staring at her as he leans against the car. "What's got this trip up tonight, love?"

She shrugs. "I figured we could go to The Strip."

"And-?"

"And just enjoy each other's presence," she grins. "Does there always have to be a reason?"

"Yes," says Justin, "since only one of us is of age to actually enjoy The Strip."

Matty nods. "And it gets quite old, honestly."

"So, what're we doing, then?" Justin prods. "We all know you can't lie for shit."

"Hey!"

Harry kisses her quickly. "He's right."

"Alright, look," she says, "I've got a really awesome plan for a good night and I think if you guys just went along with the plan, you'd see that-"

"You've got a plan?" Harry laughs.

Justin throws up his hands. "Oh shit."

"Just get in the car, guys," she grits out through clenched teeth. Fuck them, Gypsy thinks because without her where would they be? "Matty's taking us to The Strip and that's it. Got it?"

"Whoa."

"Sass."

"I love it when she's feisty."

Gypsy pushes Harry in his chest. "Just get in the car, guys. God."

It's one of those rare summer nights where the Vegas heat is bearable. The air is still but there's some moisture in the air-just enough moisture so that breathing doesn't hurt and inhaling won't instantly make blood drip from your nose onto that shirt you weren't trying to ruin.

Tonight is a nice night.

Tonight is a good night.

The moon is out and high, but who the hell cares about the moon because of the lights from the casinos.

The night is quiet and still, but the street music and car engines and party culture is drowning out the silence.

"Play this," says Justin, as Matty nods and he plugs his iPod into the stereo.

"Go for it, mate," Matty shrugs, because he truly doesn't even care what they listen to-he probably likes it, anyway.

"What are we about to hear, Justin?" Gypsy teases.

Justin smirks. "Bob Dylan," he replies smartly. "Y'ever heard of him?"

"Well, whoa," Harry teases. "Cultured."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry."

"Hey! Do you hear how he treats me?"

"It's because he loves you," Gypsy whispers.

Matty laughs, catching his eye in the rear view mirror. "It's definitely because he loves you."

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

It's just one of those nights.

Harry's arm is around Gypsy's shoulder in the backseat, and Matty is cruising down the strip, both he and Justin's fingers tapping their open windows to the beat.

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but know you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

It's one of those desert nights.

It's one of those Vegas nights.

It's just one of those nights.

"Stop."

"Huh?"

"Oh my god, guys-stop the car."

"What?"

"I can't stop, sweets...that's illegal in America."

"It's not in Britain?"

"It's more of a guideline than a rule..."

"What's wrong, love?"

"That chapel! That's where Sam works!"

"Okay..."

"We're not following."

"My list, guys."

"What about it, love?"

"Can we turn around and find parking? I'm pretty sure that was a wedding for me to crash."

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?

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