Gypsy, Gypsy...

"Gypsy?"

She shakes her head. "Huh? I'm sorry..."

Zayn leans against the couch. "Y'alright, love?"

"Gypsy," Harry's staring at her with a mixture of worry and nervousness. "Gyps, are you-"

And her phone goes off in his pocket.

"That's mine," she says, jumping to a stand. "Is it my grandmother?"

Harry fishes her phone from his pocket and stares at the screen, nose wrinkled.

He holds out her mobile. "It's Justin."

"I'll take it."

"Best cell reception's probably by the front door," Liam says as she crosses the floor to take her phone from Harry.

"Thank you, Liam," is her response, before she slides her thumb across her screen and answers the call.

"Justin?"

"Hey, G."

She plugs her free ear with a finger as she takes the call to the foyer. "What's up? Where are you?"

"Home...Why?"

"Oh, um..." She peers back over her shoulder towards the circle of boys in Liam's living room. "No reason."

Justin pauses. "Why do you sound like you're like, making your last call in a horror movie?"

"Okay, one, I do not. Two," she shakes her head, "that was beyond extra."

"I swear you're talking like you're filming a scene for a Scary Movie."

"Shut up, Justin," Gypsy says over his laughter. "What'd you call me for?"

"I need you," he says. "Are you in Charming?"

"No," she replies. "I'm with Harry-"

"Oh, he finally made a move, huh?"

"What?" Gypsy exclaims. "No!"

"Oh, shit."

"What makes you ask that? I'm with Zayn and Niall, too."

"Well, fuck me, then."

"Tell me what you meant, Justin!"

"I'm pretty sure Harry'll do that if Matty doesn't first," he mutters.

"What's Matty got to do with-?"

"Look, can you just tell me when you're back? I need you."

"For what?"

"Just...stuff."

"Justin," Gypsy says firmly. "You've really got to give me more information than that."

"Look, Gyps, I told my mom I'd go with her to church tonight and-"

"What?" She exclaims. "You? Gasp! Church? Double gasp!"

"Alright shut up," he grunts as she laughs, now. "Fuck you, okay? Okay."

"I'm sorry, Justin, but you?" She asks. "Your mom goes to church with my grandparents 'cause she knows you won't go with her. What's got you changing things up all of a sudden?"

He snorts. "I've decided to take a page out of your book and do something I've never done before, alright? Shit."

"Justin!" Gypsy exclaims because holy moly that makes her feel incredible. "God, that makes me so happy, actually."

"Yeah, yeah. Just text me when you get back here, okay?"

"Okay, fine."

"Aiight."

And the line goes dead.

Gypsy turns, laughing to face Zayn in the foyer.

"Umm..." She pauses as he regards her thoughtfully, hands running through his hair. "Hello."

"Hi, lovely," he grins.

"So..." She pauses. "Yes?"

"So," he shrugs mockingly, "how's Jus?"

"Fine," Gypsy replies. "What's up, Zayn?"

"You ought to hear the rest of the songs," he says casually. "I think..." He sticks out his bottom in that way that he does, "They're pretty good."

Gypsy cocks her head. "Didn't you write some of them?"

"Like," he shrugs coolly, "I helped."

Gypsy shakes her head. "Oh my god, Zayn..."

"Harry like, well...He wrote most of them," he said, and there's a small smile playing on his lips. "But, this whole things was his idea, you know?"

Gypsy walks towards him. "What are you getting at, Zayn?"

He runs his knuckles against his beard.

He shrugs, "Guess, nothing," he grins, before he throws his arm around her shoulder. "Just thought you should know before he tells you himself."

"That..." She peers up at him, "That the songs are about me?"

Zayn's tongue is behind his teeth and there's laughter in his eyes that's causing Gypsy to roll her own.

"Zayn-"

"M'pretty sure he'll tell you that too, love."

And Gypsy allows herself to be led back towards the living room, where the boys are singing another song they-but mostly Harry-had written.

"Are you sleeping, baby, by yourself?

Or are you giving it to someone else?

Try to find you but I just don't know

Where do broken hearts go?

Tell me where you're hiding out

Where do broken hearts go?

Come on, baby, 'cause I need you now..."

_________

"Let me get this straight...You're going out to church? Tonight? With your mom?"

Justin snorts as he searches around his room for some clothes that his mom wouldn't hate. "Way to sound so shocked."

"I mean," Gypsy shakes her head, sat atop his bed. Niall's just dropped her and Harry off at Charming and she's just run to the second floor for him to let her in because her stupid phone is dead from listening to music all day before Harry took it and put it in his pocket.

She'd knocked on his door, waiting for him to let her out of the heat. "Justin! God-I'm here!"

"Is everything okay?" Harry had asked before she took off and sprinted up the stairs.

She leaned over the balcony, shooting him a thumbs-up. "Justin's going to church!"

Harry laughs like, out loud. "What?"

"That's what I said!"

Harry only stands there, shaking his head.

And he calls to her before she can see Justin. "Gypsy, love!"

She whirls around. "Oh, god! Harry! Can you text Matty and tell him to meet us here, tonight?"

"Yes, but-"

"Thank you, Harry!" And she blows him a kiss.

"Wait, Gypsy, but-"

But, Justin's opened the door, now. "What took you so fucking long?"

Gypsy only smiles, dragging him to the balcony. "Look!" She says, punching him in the arm.

"Shit, G!"

"It's Harry. Say 'hello.'"

Justin shakes his head and so does Harry.

He raises his fingers in greeting. "What's up, man?"

"Hey, Jus."

"Justin," Gypsy now grins now from inside his room atop his bed, "this is pretty big for you, yeah? So mature."

"Sounds like you're saying I've never made a mature decision before, Gyps, but whatever."

"Bait to which I will not rise"

He snorts. "Look, just tell me what I should wear."

"Justin," she shakes her head, stretching out on his mattress, "since when do you need help with your outfits? You've never needed me as a stylist before."

"Yeah, but you're a girl and I need to look hot."

"Look hot?" She laughs. "You don't need to look hot for The Lord."

"Fuck you, Gyps!"

She laughs aloud, laying out on his bed. "Okay, okay," she giggles. "What do you need me for...Even though I must say you're asking the wrong person for fashion advice."

"Look, I just need a female's opinion, alright?"

She props herself up on her elbows. "Who're you trying to look hot for, Jus?"

"Nobody!" He exclaims, despite her pursed lip and raised brow.

"Well," he shrugs, "you never know..."

"God, you're ridiculous," she laughs. "Just put on a button-up and some nice pants-It's a night service, I doubt you'll be judged for wearing jeans."

He nods, searching through his closet and drawers. "I guess you're right..."

And Gypsy sits upright, again. "Wait, Justin!" She exclaims, startling him, "I've decided to strip tonight for the list! Does that mean you won't be there?"

"Fuckin' shit!" He says, as clothes fall around him. "Of course you decide to do it on the night I'l be out."

She grimaces. "Sorry. Honestly, it was a pretty spur of the moment decision."

"Just, promise me that someone'll take a video."

"Ha-Yeah fucking right."

"Gypsy! C'mon, dude! Do it for me!"

"Ugh-" She shakes her head. "We'll see."

He grins. "Thanks, G."

"No promises!"

He turns, pulling out a dark button-up. "You're the best-"

"Justin?"

"Jesus, G," he sighs because she keeps scaring the shit out of him with these outbursts.

He peers over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Does..." She shakes her head. "Does Harry like me?"

Justin smirks, chuckling as he turns to stare at himself in the mirror. "Doesn't everybody?"

Her mouth falls. "What does that mean?"

"Gyps," he says, "even before the tat and the hair and the new clothes, you were a knock-out. Nobody's blind in Charming, G."

Gypsy shakes her head because she's not comprehending these words and one tiny issue she'd been worried about since Liam's now seems so much bigger. "Are you serious?"

He nods.

"But...So, you liked me, then?"

"I did," he replies honestly, turning to face her. He chuckles at her expression. "Yeah, I mean...Yeah."

"But...But, now?"

He shrugs. "I don't know-Now, we're just homies. I mean, you're there for me," he looks around "like now. I don't know..." He repeats. "You know, like, I love you and I know the guys all love you but," he scratches his chin, "not like Harry, I don't think-If you know what I mean."

Gypsy feels like she's running out of air. "Harry loves me?"

"I mean, I can't speak for him like that-"

"But, he's got feelings for me?"

Justin almost laughs out loud. "Maybe you should talk to Matty, instead. He'd probably be better at this, like-"

"Justin, just answer the question!"

"G, like, honestly, where've you been? You weren't in Australia that long."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he snorts, "the answer's pretty obvious, G."

_______

Before going out to the casino, Gypsy calls up Zayn because she has one request.

"Please, Zayn," she says, because she calls him shortly after she makes it back to her room and charges her phone, "Make me something that'll get me drunk?"

And Zayn laughs like, a full on laugh on the end of the line. How can he deny her that?

"Of course."

So, the boys all meet at Overhead and get smashed before their night of debauchery on The Strip.

"I'm really very upset that I haven't been invited out sooner," Louis says at one point.

"Nothing's ever boring with Gypsy around," Niall nods. "That's for sure."

George lays his head on her shoulder. "That's because she's so cute and fun."

Matty grins, swirling around the Courvoisier in his glass.

Gypsy is rereading her list through eyes blurred already by the mixture of liquors in her system.

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!)☑︎

4. Do something you've never done before ☑︎

10. Get over a fear

Holy shit there are only three more to-do's left and then she's done with Ashton's list.

Holy shit.

Matty spins in his stool, facing her.

"So, where're we going, sweets?" He asks. "I'm sure you've already got an idea in mind, yeah?"

"Somewhere fancy."

Zayn laughs.

"Fancy?" Louis exclaims.

Gypsy pouts. "Tell Zayn to stop-stop laughing at me."

Harry's brow furrows. "How much've you had to drink, Gyps?" He turns now to Zayn. "What'd you give her?"

"Enough to help me strip through this fucking casino," she replies.

Zayn shrugs, grinning even wider at Harry's look of concern. "Enough to get her to strip through this casino, apparently."

"Long Island Ice Tea's are rather good at speeding along that process," Louis nods with a smirk.

Harry pulls a face. "She wants to strip, not die of alcohol poisoning."

"She won't die, Haz," Louis snorts, tapping his nails against Gypsy's half-empty glass. "She's barely had two glasses-"

"And why would I kill her?" Zayn replies. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Seriously, Harry-?"

"C'mon, mate," George says, lifting a toothpick into his mouth. "Since when were you the only one who cared about this one?"

"Guys, I'm literally sitting right here," Gypsy says. She shakes her head, rising to a (shaky) stand, but it's still a stand.

She didn't drink a lot purposefully - she'd like to remember the night, actually - and although she did have Zayn make her her favorite drink ever, she didn't drink too much because she is not an idiot and she does in fact, remember what happened last time.
She stares at all the boys. "Okay? You do remember that I can actually pretend to handle myself, right?"

She looks at Harry. "I didn't drink that much, and I doubt Zayn was trying to kill me."

"M'not saying that-"

Louis adds a z-snap and a head-roll. "She told you."

Matty," she turns to him now, rolling her eyes as Niall and Zayn laugh aloud at the bar, "I'm thinking Caesar's."

"Palace?" He asks.

She nods. "Yeah, like...the employees walk around there in togas all the time," she shrugs. "Maybe they'll see me and think I'm just one of them..."

Matty laughs. "Right," he nods. "Good thinking," he shoots her a thumb's up. "Sounds like a perfect plan, love. You really have great logic and all that."

"Ha, ha," she replies. "It's all I've got."

Matty shrugs. "And it's all you really need, at this point."

"Then let's get on," says George. He shoots her a wink. "For some reason, I'm most excited about this one than the rest."

Harry snorts. "I wonder why."

"Harry is really no fun tonight," says Matty. "Y'alright, mate? Should we drop you off at Charming?"

"I'm fine," he says, although he's really just frustrated because this day is not going how he'd planned and he's realizing that he has too many friends but most importantly, needs to get Gypsy alone.

"Okay, good," and Gypsy turns to Zayn, because he actually is working, tonight.

"Zayn," she says.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm ready when you are."

___________

"It's really amazing," says Louis as the lot of them walk from their cars towards Caesar's. He eyes the girl standing on the street corner, "Do you know that prostitution is illegal in Vegas?" He turns to Gypsy. "Vegas!? Here. Prostitution is illegal here in this city."

Niall laughs. "Are ya speaking from experience, Lou?"

"Psshh," he exclaims as they near the casion, "Pssh, pssh, pssh; Niall, I can't even believe you'd suggest such a-Maybe."

Niall nearly passes out he laughs so hard.

People actually turn and stare because his laugh is so loud.

"Oh god, Lou-"

Matty throws his arm around his shoulder and grins towards Louis. "You're gonna give 'im a brain aneurism if you keep it up, mate."

"Ah, but I light up his life," Louis replies, and he reaches out to stroke the side of Niall's face. "Don't I, mate?"

Gypsy is giggling because Niall can't catch his breath and she can tell that the boys must never stop laughing when Louis' around. She can tell that he's literally the definition of the life of the party.

She loves it.

It's keeping her calm-that and the alcohol.

And she remains calm throughout their walk to the casino, with the boys hilarious banter keeping her sane and happy and light and she doesn't even realize that it's like, past one already.

So, by the time that they make it into Caesar's Palace and she stops just outside of this long hallway where there's music blaring and Harry is giving her a massage and she puts her game face on and she decides that this, yes this location is perfect for a quick strip with its loud music and multicolored lights despite the lack of people in togas, she's temporarily stunned by the fact that there's another familiar face making his way towards her-towards them-past the slot machines near the exit all done up in dark wash jeans and a soft blue shirt covered up by a leather jacket.

"Hey, Jus," Niall exclaims over the music. "What're you doing here?"

Gypsy squints because her vision is still blurred as the rest of Zayn's drinks kick in. "Justin?"

Matty smirks. "Thought you had a night out with The Father, Son and Holy Spirit."

George laughs. "Not when he's goin' to Hell."

Justin shakes his head because he's looking past his friends laughing at him at the girl who definitely didn't tell anyone to record this shit for him. "I fucking knew you weren't gonna take a video!"

"What are you even doing here?"

"You had one job, G! One job!"

"Justin!" She exclaims, reaching out to shake him by the shoulders. "What happened to church?"

"Left at the end," he said. "Told my mom you needed me and she was all, 'Go, Justin. Go,'" he laughs and the boys all join in. "So, fuck you!"

"Oh," Louis wipes beneath his eyes, "that's brilliant."

Gypsy only shakes her head. "I'll pray for you."

"Please do."

"Well, alright," she claps her hands together. "I've got to get this done before I like...before I fucking never do it, ever."

Justin wrinkles his nose because he can't tell if he smells the casino bar or her. "You go to Overhead?"

"How'd you know?" Zayn grins.

Gypsy points to him. "I heard that sarcasm, Zayn Malik."

Zayn cannot hide his amusement, and his eyes squint and his tongue is behind his teeth as he laughs. "You're the best, Gypsy."

Justin looks around his friends. "Shit...Half of you need a breathalyzer test..."

"Hey!" Gypsy reaches out and clamps her fingers on his lips.

"Fuck-Gypsy!"

Her arm falls to her side. "I need silence! Can't you see I'm tryna focus?"

"Keep your fingers off my lips, son!"

"I'm a girl, Justin!"

"I am really very upset that I haven't been invited out earlier," Louis sighs.

"Alright, guys," Gypsy says, and she takes a deep breath and heads towards the hall. "I'm ready."

And Gypsy is moving so she cannot see her friends laughing-because nearly everyone but Justin is at least buzzed and this whole situation would be funny, sober.

But, Gypsy goes for it.

She's doing it.

She's stripping for this stupid list.

She's drunk.

She continues to breathe.

She continues to walk.

And as she does so, she doesn't see that the boys behind her have stopped laughing because they're staring since Gypsy realizes too late that the hall she's decided to strip down with its multicolored lights and loud music, is actually set up for actual exotic dancers.

"Holy shit-Strippers!"

And Gypsy ignores Justin because this is fucking perfect. She'll blend right in.

She pauses to pull of her left sneaker, then her right.

Some of the boys are distracted by the actual professionals on stage, yes, but Matty is watching Gypsy because there are both men and women in this hallway and he doesn't want any of them trying anything with her and Harry has not stopped watching her for similar reasons although Harry's eyes have not left her since Overhead.

Gypsy pulls her dress over her head.

She's in her underwear already and the boys have regained focus and people have started to look at her, now.

There are cat-calls and Gypsy can barely hear them because she's drunk and she doesn't care, but Harry is ready to get her out of Caesar's Palace.

"Take it off, baby!" Calls one man.

"Fuck-Baby, c'mere!"

"Hell yeah-Where'd you come from, girl? You part of the show?"

Gypsy is nearly at the end of the hall, though.

"Gyps!" Harry calls, because Louis and Niall and Zayn and George and Justin and Matty are not focused on the strippers anymore, and they're pretty much all ready to take Gypsy and go.

"Let's get her outta here."

And Gypsy's hand reaches backwards for her bra strap when she hears her name.

"Gypsy?"

She pauses between the tables.

It's not a deep voice.

It's not a man's voice.

"Gypsy?"

She turns.

Holy shit, it's-

"Katy?"

She sees her at the same time that the boys reach her. Katy's on stage, leg half wrapped around a pole when everyone forms a circle around her.

"Put your clothes on, Gyps."

"Yeah, c'mon, let's go."

But Katy's off the stage, now.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" She asks because what the hell is Gypsy doing in here?

"Well," Gypsy squints, "it's kind of a funny story..."

"Dude, if your grandma saw you stripping in here she'd kill you and then she'd kill me."

"It's for the list, though-"

"Okay, well fuck," Katy rolls her eyes, hands planted on her hips. "Hooray. It's done, you've checked it off. Now, please go? This is not at all where you need to be."

Gypsy slips her dress over her head.

"Don't tell my grandma, then-please?"

"Of course not," Katy laughs. "We're like sisters. This one's going to the grave," she narrows her eyes, looking from each of the guys to the next. "Right?"

Gypsy slips her shoes on, laughing.

"Right."

"Of course."

"Yep."

"The grave."

"Our lips are sealed."

"You won't hear a word from me."

Gypsy smiles cheekily, reaching out for a hug. "Thanks, Katy."

"Yeah, yeah," is the reply. "You owe me! And you haven't baked with me in forever!"

"Tomorrow night?" Gypsy asks, as she backpedals towards the exit of the casino.

"You promised!"

"Yes, Kitty!" She calls.

"Stay away from Ed!"

And Gypsy laughs because that was quick, and she turns then to see that George and Zayn and Matty and Justin and Niall are all ahead of her, laughing at something Louis has said as Harry waits back with her.

"Ready?

She nods shyly, and jogs after him.

"Let's go," he says to her, and he slips his big hand into hers and if Gypsy wasn't the slightest bit drunk, her heart would have been racing-but, it's not. The liquid inside of her is keeping her warm and happy and she leans her head against Harry's arm and allows herself to be led from Caesar's Palace.

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy.

-~*~-

Okay first of all I updated early, yay!

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THIS STORY HAS 500 VOTES AND LIKE 12K READS.

Second of all your comments last chapter all had me smiling and laughing. but mostly laughing hehehe, but I posted my lil zayn story and it's up and it's called NEBULA for all of you who might be interested in that. If you are, pleaseeee comment so I know if I should continue it or not. I'm gonna write it kind of like charming but not.

Thirdly...

Guys. Honestly. I don't think you're ready for the #Hypsy that is in this next chapter.

I DO NOT THINK THAT YOU ARE READY.

PS #CALYPSY IS NOT DEAD PPL.

Gif of Justin because he's my fave this chapter #SORRYNOTSORRY.

Comment and vote! Hehe xx

It's day 3 out of 365, guys! I wonder how long it's gonna take me to stop writing 2014 on all my homework...Probably till march tbh.