Gypsy rubs her heavy lids, turns down her phone's brightness and burrows further beneath her comforter. Thanks to Harry and his water, her head isn't pounding like it was from the Absolut-it's simply throbbing, and Gypsy doesn't exactly feel like she has to throw up yesterday's meals, but she's decided to stay in bed because she nearly tripped and fell into the doorway on her way to the bathroom because she is very dizzy.

So, she lays in bed.

Bed is warm.

Bed is safe.

Bed has no alcoholic beverages for her to consume.

She's copied and pasted her list from Ashton into 'Notes,' and she strikes a line through each of the tasks she's completed so she can actually feel like yes, yes she is getting something done and no, no the hangovers she's accumulating aren't completely for nothing.

1. Get drunk☑︎

2. Stay out all night and take pictures of the sunrise (this was Luke's)

3. Dance on a bar (Luke obviously watches too many chick movies because this was also his idea)☑︎

4. Dye your hair (yes, like Mikey)

5. Strip through a casino

6. Crash a party

7. Crash a wedding (because that's punk rock)

8. Get that tattoo (like I said because I'm a cool dad!)☑︎

9. Do something you've never done before

10. Get over a fear

Three down, seven to go.

Now, that's progress.

And that, she thinks, was sarcasm.

And Gypsy lays in bed as Luke sits in a pair of basketball shorts he's stolen from Calum and places his computer on the table before him. It's nearly two in the morning (almost 9 AM Gypsy's time), and Luke can't sleep, plus he hasn't spoken to Gypsy in a while and he's really been missing her and she hasn't texted him in a week and that just won't do so he's video-chatting her instead of texting because he knows she's a crap texter, anyway.

Luke hopes it isn't too early-he's hoping he'll get a response-but then again, it's Gypsy. She's like, she's never busy.

So, Luke is surprised when the phone beeps and Gypsy shows up on his screen in the darkness on her side, laying on top of her pillows beneath her covers and groans, "Lucas."

"Gypsy?" Luke laughs because he's just really happy to see her. "Gypsy, is that you?"

Gypsy buries her head in her mattress and groans again. "Luke, don't talk so loud, okay?" She asks, propping the phone up against her covers to rub her eyes with both hands. "God, Luke, just-no."

Luke is laughing and biting his lip and shaking his head because he cannot believe this and he's close to waking up his friends so they can see what he's seeing.

"Gypsy," he says. "Gypsy, are you drunk?"

"Luke, god, no, okay? Sheesh, you're an idiot," she scoffs. "I am not drunk."

He smirks and folds his arms across the 'Nirvana' on his chest. "You're hungover."

"Wrong again," she sighs, and her hair is all over the place-from her sheets to her pillows to her face. "I am utterly fucked."

Luke laughs aloud and clamps his teeth over his bottom lip. "Gypsy..."

"No, like, seriously, Luke," she laughs, although she quickly stops because that's hurting her head, "I feel like I've been raped by a Long Island Iced Tea and left in the gutter to die."

"Gypsy!" Luke laughs, throwing his hand over his mouth so he actually doesn't wake up Ashton or Michael or Calum.

She chuckles softly, eyes closed. "S'only the truth, son."

Luke is laughing harder, now. "Holy-" He shakes his head, "You're doing the list, huh?"

Gypsy nods, arm over her eyes, "Except I got drunk like, a week ago to cross off 'Get drunk,'" she turns her head to face him, "I got shit-faced last night so I could dance on that goddamn bar."

Luke squeals. "You did it!?" He grins proudly and composes himself, "That was mine, y'know."

"I know," she nods. "Ashton made that clear, so fuck you, Luke Robert Hemmings. Fuck. You."

"Damn it," Luke grins, "you're really doing it..." He pauses to shake his head because he's so happy right now. "Gypsy, I didn't-"

"You didn't think I'd do it?" She exclaims.

"Shh, Gyps," Luke grins, leaning towards the screen and lowering the volume on his computer, "You're gonna wake up the boys."

"Luke," Gypsy states, her voice hoarse from the Long Island Iced Tea that was so good and made with love, she's sure, "Lucas, look," she says, and lifts her arm and holds it in view of her phone's camera. "Does this," she says, "does this really look like I'm not doing the list?"

And Luke leans towards his computer and squints. Gypsy doesn't realize that her motor skills are still kind of off and her arms is shaking in the camera, but he's finally able to focus enough on the skin that Gypsy has in the frame and his eyes fall out of his head and he swears to her, "That doesn't count it's henna."

She snorts. "All wrapped in plastic? Fuck you, Luke. Fuck you."

"That's real, Gypsy?"

"As real as the tears I shed, Luke."

"Gypsy."

"Yes, Luke?

"Oh my god-Gypsy."

"God, Luke-" She mutters, "Please don't talk so loud."

"Hold that thought, Gypsy," he says, and he's rising from the couch. "Just, wait a sec. Don't go anywhere, okay?-Well, it's not like you can, but just, don't hang up, okay?"

Gypsy sighs and closes her eyes, again. "Where're you going?"

He motions with his hands for her to stay, "I'll be-I'll be right back."

Gypsy nods because she thinks she can squeeze in a nap while he's gone, "Okay," she says to no one in particular because Luke is off and he's sprinting down his hallway turning on all the lights and yelling for the boys to wake up because holy shit they've got to see this right now.

"I swear to fucking god, Luke," Calum mutters, throwing the blanket from his bed around his shoulders as he follows the boys from his room, "there'd better be a fucking fire."

"Or else," Michael yawns, "or else we're literally gonna have to kill you."

Luke stops at his computer and awakens the screen, "What-?" He scowls, "Shut up; there's no fire."

"That's it; Luke's gotta die."

Calum laughs tiredly and plops onto the couch. He throws his head back against the armrest and watches beneath heavy lids as Luke snaps his fingers above the keyboard, "Luke's lost it," he says to Ashton, who rubs his eyes with his fingers, "He's finally gone mental-Where'd we go wrong? How'd we not see this coming?"

And Ashton chuckles beneath his hands because they're still covering his face. "Oh man, Luke," he sighs, dragging his fingers from his eyes to the stubble on his chin, "this better be-" And that's when he sees the girl moving on the screen, "Gypsy?"

Gypsy is now awakened from her nap by the incessant snapping.

She blinks and sees Ashton's face and Calum's and now Luke's as he sits on the floor within the frame of her screen. She grins and waves tiredly, "Hi, guys."

"Hi, Gypsy," Michael calls, popping into view of the camera.

Gypsy smiles larger, "Hi, Mikey."

He nods, "Bye, Gypsy," and he stretches and yawns again. "I'm going back to bed because it's fucking 2:00 AM and Luke's an idiot and he's going to die."

Gypsy pinches the bridge of her nose and giggles softly because damn the noise. "Good night then, Mike-"

"Wait-"

That's when Ashton and Calum both notice the tattoo.

"Gypsy!" Ash exclaims, and he holds out his hands in shock. "Gypsy, the tat!" He slaps his leg, "Yes!" He exclaims. "Holy shit-yes, you're doing it!"

"What?" Michael exclaims, and now he's pushing Luke over on the floor to sit beside him so he can see this for himself. "What?"

"Stop, stop pushing me, mate!"

"Well, move."

Gypsy raises her arm and grins, "I told Luke already," she says and Calum notices how hoarse her voice is but also how fucking good it sounds in his ears, "Yeah, I've started the list and yeah," she touches the plastic around her arm, "yeah, I got my tattoo last night."

"She's also completely plastered," Luke grins. "She got drunk last night, too, 'cause she danced on a bar."

That makes Calum sit up. "Gypsy, you?"

"No way," Ashton exclaims because he's smiling even more broadly and he swears to god there are tears in his eyes, "Gypsy I'm so proud of you right now I wish I could just give you a hug and like, and kiss your face and braid your hair-" He nods in approval and claps his hands and ignores the sleepy looks he's getting from his friends. Ashton tousles his already tousled hair and fixes his glasses, "Fun, huh?"

"Actually," she nods, "yeah," because aside from falling off of a bar at a very packed club, the night had been very very fun.

"I swear to god I'm close to tears here," giggles Ash. "You're having fun, for once!" He shakes his fists, "What is this!?"

"Yeah," Michael nods, "its nice to know that you can actually have a good time on your own."

"Without us having to drag you places," Luke nods.

Ashton is still grinning, "Good night, huh?"

"I was so scared, though," she admits, "but yeah," she shakes her head against her pillow, "I'll probably never forget last night for as long as I live."

"Wait," Calum says, "so what'd you do?"

"Well," she grins abashedly, "I-"

"And, I hate to interrupt this love-fest, but Luke's interrupted my beauty sleep and we all know he's not the brightest for doing that, so-"

Luke rolls his eyes, "Michael-What's wrong with you, Michael?"

"There's no fire," he snaps, and he leans in front of the camera, his face blocking the others, "Call me later, yeah, Gypsy? Like, today or-whatever time..." He shakes his pink hair that's been flattened from sleep, "You know what I'm saying, right?"

Gypsy is smiling. "Of course," she nods. "Later, then?"

"Later," Michael agrees. "Good night, err-Good morning? Fuck it," he sighs. "Bye, bud."

Gypsy makes kissy faces in the screen. "Night, Mikey."

"Night."

And Michael is halfway down the hallway when Gypsy yawns, "Hey guys," she begins softly, "why don't I just call you all later, huh? Y'know-" She laughs groggily, "when you're all awake and I'm not going to pass out?"

Ashton adjusts his glasses. "Sounds good," he nods.

Luke grins again. "You're going to pass out?"

"In all of a few seconds."

Ashton giggles. "I swear to god I'm going to cry."

Gypsy rolls over and pouts, "Why, Ash?"

"Because!" He exclaims-he's awake, now, "Last time I talked to you the lads and I were close to buying you a ticket 'cause you just sounded so sad and it was just awful."

Gypsy chokes on a laugh. "I'd have been sad once my mom grounded me for life."

The boys laugh.

Calum peers sleepily from the couch. He isn't ready to let her go just yet. "So what'd you do last night?"

"Well," Gypsy chuckles throatily, "I went and got the tattoo first, and that was, well-well, it was certainly an experience."

Calum laughs aloud. "I seriously just can't believe-" He shakes his head and lifts his eyebrows, "Remember you cried when I got my first tattoo?"

"Oh my god," Gypsy groans, throwing her arm over her face. "Calum..."

"You like," he giggles, "you almost passed out, Gyps."

"Don't remind me."

"You were all, 'Cal-Cal, I'm like-Calum, I'm dizzy.'"

And Ashton and Luke laugh and Gypsy groans at the memory, chuckling into her arm. "Ugh god," she sighs because Calum is grinning, "I literally blocked that out of my mind. I thought you were going to die."

"Yeah, well," he giggles again, "I didn't, so..."

"But in my defense, it looked like you were!"

"Aww," Ashton croon, "Little Gypsy didn't want Calum to die."

"Right," Gypsy huffs, "I know you're making fun of me, but you're right. I didn't want him to die and-look, in my defense, I was young and I'd never gone with anyone to do that before, so how was I supposed to know?"

Calum smiles to himself and he runs his hand through his hair so no one can see. "Yeah, well," he says, "I'm good now, yeah?" And Gypsy nods and Calum grins again, "So what else'd you do?"

"Okay, yeah-" Gypsy clears her throat, "So, after I got my tattoo-God, that's still so weird to say," she laughs. "But okay, so after that my friend took us all to this club and-"

"Okay, wait, a club?" Luke interrupts.

Gypsy nods. "A nightclub," she says, "On a roof."

"Holy shit!" Calum laughs, "That sounds amazing. That was a good time, yeah?"

"Amazing," Gypsy sighs. "We went through VIP and Harry knew the bartender-"

Calum's forehead creases. "Harry?"

Gypsy hums, "Well, the bartender's name's Zayn, by the way," she continues.

Calum pouts again, "Zayn?"

"Mhm," Gypsy nods, "and he was so sweet and fabulous and I got to order whatever I wanted and it tasted delicious so I had like, three glasses and that was like, way too much and I was so drunk that I did that stupid 'dance on a bar' thing Luke suggested and well, yeah," she giggles. "And the next thing I knew I was back in my room and it was daytime," she laughs. "Someone must've helped me up because I don't remember anything after falling except that Zayn caught me."

Luke's eyes flicker to Calum. "Who're your friends, Gyps?"

"Oh!" Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, "Sorry," she says, "I totally expected-You guys typically know everyone, y'know, so-"

She shakes her head. "Never mind. Anyways," she rubs her eyes tiredly, "There's Harry, and he's staying here and he's married," she giggles. "Like, he met this girl Hangover style and now he's trying to get a divorce, but one of his best mates is this guy, Zayn and he was the bartender last night."

Calum lifts his eyes slowly to the screen, "So-" He pauses, "It was just the three of you, then?"

"Oh, no," Gypsy sighs, "We were with my friends Justin and Matty and his friend George," her eyes light up. "George's a tattoo artist at the place I went last night," she giggles again, "It's in Neonopolis, Cal."

He chuckles. "Hey, remember when-"

But, Ashton interrupts that thought, "Wait, so you're making a ton of friends out there, Gyps," he laughs. "God," he pauses, "I swear I'm gonna cry again."

"You've got to introduce us to the lads when we come back," Luke says, his eyes flickering to Calum, again.

Gypsy's face transforms with her smile. "You'd love them, I'm sure," she says. "You'd get on great, especially with Harry, I think."

"He must be a cool guy," Ashton nods.

"He's so weird and cheeky," and Gypsy sits up in bed and rolls her eyes. "He kind of dresses like you guys, too-"

Her voice trails off and Calum sits up.

"Y'alright, Gypsy?" Luke asks before he can.

"Guys," she begins, rubbing her eyes and pushing her hair from her face, "wait, shh."

Calum furrows his brow because the camera is shaking from her movement, "What's wrong, Gyps?"

"I, uh-" She throws her legs from bed and makes her way into the living room. "I thought I heard something."

"You're by yourself?"

Gypsy looks to the phone and nods. "My grandparents are at church," she whispers, and that's when she hears the knocking again, and it's coming from the front door.

"Someone's at the door," she says, and holds her phone with one hand and stands on her tiptoes.

She peers through the peephole as the knocking sounds again.

"She still asleep?"

"Ha-prob'ly."

"Gypsy!" There's pounding on the door and Gypsy laughs; Harry's face is huge in the look hole, "Gypsy, open up, love!"

"Who's there?" Calum asks.

Gypsy throws open the door. "Alright, alright," she sighs, because Justin is grinning, hands in his camo-short pockets and Zayn is leaning against the doorframe looking even more amazing because it isn't dark and Gypsy can fully see the color in his eyes and the darkness of his hair that she's assuming is as soft as it looks.

Harry walks in, a wide grin on his face and a wide-brim hat on his head. "We're here to take you to breakfast," he announces.

"Hello to you, too, Harry," she huffs.

"Who is it?" Come the questions from her phone, but Gypsy is distracted because Justin's grinning that grin of his and Zayn has his arms out for a hug.

"Hello, love," he says, and Gypsy breathes deeply and smells his aftershave and cigarette smoke and cologne and she's sure this is the smell of heaven. But, he pulls away and there's a mischievous glint in his swirly eyes, "Feeling any better?"

"Since you nearly died last night," Justin adds.

"Oh god," Gypsy murmurs into her hand-there's laughter coming from her phone. "Don't remind me."

"We'll never let you forget it as long as you live," Harry states as if it's a fact, and he's drawn to the bowl of fruit atop the counter. "That night will never be forgotten, I hope you know."

Zayn's eyes flicker to the phone and Gypsy quickly mouths, "Videochat," to which he nods and crosses the floor to the sofa beside Justin.

"Hi, Gypsy," Harry grins cheekily.

"Get dressed," Justin says, plopping into her grandfather's armchair. Bubba trots up to him immediately. "Fuck," he says, crouching down to pet the dog, "Fuck, he's fucking cute."

Gypsy rolls her eyes. "So what are you guys doing here? My head is killing me, I hope you know. I can't deal with anything loud anywhere."

"S'why we're going out to breakfast," Zayn says, and Harry and Justin both nod.

"And hurry up, would you, love?" Harry asks. He's in her refrigerator, now. "Matty's already in the car and he'd love it if we could get on..."

But Zayn had Gypsy at 'breakfast.'

"Food?" She exclaims. "Together? Now?"

"Yeah, now go get dressed," Justin says, and he looks her up and down in her short pajama shorts and tee. "Unless you're going to go like that..."

"Oh," Gypsy's face flushes and she backs into her bedroom. "Right..." She holds up a finger and Harry is laughing and Zayn is attempting to hide a smile that he just can't. "I'll be right back."

Harry waves his ring-clad fingers, "We'll be here."

"What's that?"

"Sounds like a bunch of dudes, mate."

Gypsy turns back to her phone, "It's Harry and Justin and Zayn," she says, and because she isn't really paying attention, she misses the scowl that flashes across Calum's face. "They're taking me to breakfast."

"The lads from last night?"

Gypsy nods, "It's uh-" She looks around her bedroom, "I'll uh-I'll call you tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah," Ashton grins, "Just don't forget about us," he teases, "while you're off with your new, cooler friends."

Gypsy sticks out her tongue. "Never," she says. "Talk to you later? Y'know, when I call Mikey?"

"Cool. Bye, Gyps."

"Bye, kid."

"Talk to you soon, Gypsy," Calum says, except Gypsy doesn't hear all of those words because she hangs up and throws her phone on her bed and yells into the living room, "Don't eat all of my food, Harry!"

"Get dressed, Gypsy!" Is the reply that sends her back into her bedroom. She's laughing and she's searching for clothes to go out in because she's hungry and hungover and she's ready for breakfast, like Ash said, with her friends.

Hah!

How about that?

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy.

-~*~-

Soo what's the deal with Cal and Gypsy, huh?

I know the last chapters have been long so sorry this is short hehe sorry. But to make it up look to your right and tell me just how much of a cutie/sexy/sleepy angel cake Calum looks okay? Like...oookay. And yeessss to Kamichael god dang it guys that's so freaking perfect I'm crying it's done that's it we're in thisss.

Okay so my sister @Malaika_z (I've got two sisters guyz) suggested that this story had to have a theme song (and duh it had to be from 5sos) so I've attached it beneath Cal the cutie and it's Never Be so listen to that for me and dance and possibly cry like I am and carry on with your day.