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
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It is three days after Gypsy returns home that she lays in her underwear atop her covers in her grandparents spare suite in their motel, Charming.

It's hot.

Too hot.

But, actually.

It's got to be at least one-hundred-and-something outside. It's so hot that the windows hurt to touch. It's so hot that to go outside is like to walk into a physical wall of heat.

Gypsy lies awake, hands on her stomach. Her phone is on her charger and it's on silent. She's blocked and unblocked Calum's number six times since she's been home and she still has not responded to Ashton or Michael or Luke to let them know that she's made it back to Vegas.

What she's done instead, is call her mom. She's called her dad, too, and she found herself crying over the line with I'm sorry's muffled by tears because she should have gone to visit one of them.

She's baked with Katy.

She's also cooked with Ed.

By now, all of Charming seems to know about her failed trip to Australia.

She's also stood on the balcony beside Justin as he rolled dark green leaves into a thin strip of paper and handed over the joint.

"Here," is what he said, and for some reason she took it, despite not being a smoker of any kind. "It's what I did after I broke things off with Selena."

And after a round of coughing, she finally got the hang of it so that she and he could pass the joint back and forth and back and forth until it was a stub between Justin's fingers.

Gypsy felt like she was floating.

"Number nine," Justin said at one point.

Gypsy giggled, because she missed Justin and sometimes his shitty ideas were actually pretty great. "Ten, eleven, twelve..."

"No," he shook his head, chuckling too as he leaned against her. "Number nine on the list," he said. "Number nine."

Gypsy watched the smoke curl around his jaw. "What about it?"

"You've never smoked before," he states, because although he doesn't know for sure he's almost positive that she hasn't. "You've never got up in front of people and performed before."

"So?"

"So, you're doing all types of shit you've never done," he said, before he flicked the end of the joint down into the parking lot below.

Gypsy watched as it hit the pavement and the sidewalk swallowed it whole.

She looked to him.

"You'll start a fire."

"Nah."

"Yes, you will."

"Then, that'll be some other shit neither of us have done then," he smirks. "'Become arsonists,'" he nods. "That's bad-ass."

"That's dangerous."

"It's cool."

"You're silly."

"Either way," he shrugged, "be happy. Don't be sad about that dude...whatever the fuck his name is."

"Calum."

"Who fuckin' cares?"

Gypsy tipped her head, watching as the stars swirled in patterns above her. "It hurts worse the second time. It's like I broke up with him all over again."

"More things you've never done," Justin said.

"Doesn't make me feel better."

Justin shrugged. "It should."

She snorted. "Why?"

"Because," he turned to her, staring at her, now. "'Cause you've probably never been to the bottom of the world by yourself before. You've probably never stayed here in Charming by yourself, either. You've probably never had friends that chain smoke like Matty, or bartend like Zayn-'cause you've never dyed your hair with Niall or danced on a bar and fell into Haz's arms..."

"What are you saying, Jus?"

"Don't be sad 'cause you've had so many 'firsts.' That's life, right?" He turned towards the lot. "My dad used to tell me that. Used to say that everything builds; nothing's an accident, and he's like, he's right, G. Stuff happens in life and we think it's bad but it's not. Shit happens that makes us choose different directions and shit so we do something else and try new things that makes us happier, y'know? Like, God's got a plan and shit and we've gotta just go with it."

"Fuck...that was deep."

"I'm deep as shit," Justin agreed. "You've had a fucking ton of firsts, G," he said, and Gypsy liked how his brown eyes looked beneath the street lamps. "Don't let one thing fuck up the rest."

And now, as Gypsy lies in the new, lacy underwear she bought with her grandmother besides the air conditioning, she's come down from her high to actually ponder those words enough to realize that Justin's words actually mean a lot to her. Maybe Calum just isn't right? Maybe, maybe they're just supposed to be friends? Maybe Australia was a sign that she needs to just chill out and be Gypsy for a while.

Maybe she needs to just be home.

And that's when there's a knock on the door.

Gypsy rolls over, confused.

She's promised Matty dinner with the rest of the boys, but it's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

"I won't have you sulking, I won't, sweetheart," Matty said before making plans for them all at some place in Neonopolis.

There's a knock again, and it's more forceful this time.

Maybe it's Willie or Sissie, she thinks, because both of her grandparents have gone out for this Sunday afternoon. Maybe they left their key.

"Coming," she calls, pushing from the bed and rushing towards the door. "Coming, coming..."

And she yanks open the door and Harry takes in an eyeful of lace.

"Uhm..." he begins, as Gypsy is slapped with a blast of hot air. "Hi, love."

"Hi, Harry," she says, practically pulling him into the suite.

"Uh, Gyps...you do realize that you're wearing-"

"I do," she nods, slamming the door behind him. "But it's a billion degrees outside and I'm trying to stay cool and I thought you might be my grandmother so," she shrugs nonchalantly, leading him into her bedroom where she pauses before her bed, "this happened."

Harry is doing his best to keep his eyes on her own as she slips on a pair of shorts. "Right."

"Yeah."

He clears his throat. "I just stopped by," he says.

"Apparently."

He nods. "Just to see how you were, yeah?" He runs his hands through his hair. "I heard you were out with Justin last night and-"

He watches as Gypsy falls back onto her bed, stomach up, hair on her shoulders and splayed across her pillows and sheets.

She furrows her brow. "Yeah?"

"Umm..." Harry turns away. "And I just wanted to make sure you were alright," he manages. "I just wanted to see that you were fine."

Gypsy grins a small grin. "Thanks, Harreh."

He laughs.

"No, really," she says. "Thank you," she shakes her head. "Thank you so much."

He slips his hands into his tight jean pockets, because even in this outrageous weather, Harry Styles is still wearing jeans. He shrugs, "I don't know what I've even done, love."

"You just," she shakes her head, "you care," she says. "You guys...all of you care a lot and you might not want to admit it," she grins, "but you do and I can tell," she smiles, and it is because she is smiling that Harry smiles a lopsided smile.

She pats the bed. "Want to sit?" she asks, because where are her manners? "As you can tell, I've just been laying here."

Harry's eyes skim quickly over her body. "Right," he hums, sitting on the edge of her bed. "So I see."

This makes Gypsy laugh. She giggles softly and lifts her hands to her eyes because, "Ugh," she groans, "You were right, Harry. You were so right."

"About what?"

"The ticket," she says. "Australia," she continues, and she stares at him with pursed lips and wide eyes.

Harry forces himself to blink because he's staring. "What about it?"

"I did...I was..." She rubs her eyes, "I went to see Calum," she finishes. "I did go out to see him, I guess."

Gypsy watches as Harry turns away.

He nods. "I know."

She bites her lip. "Yeah..."

And now, Harry pushes himself from the bed. He gets up and dusts his hands off on his pants and Gypsy watches with confusion as he turns around and offers a tiny smile before he takes a deep breath and climbs, on his hands and knees, onto the bed beside her, laying out on his side, head resting in the crook of his arm so that he can stare at Gypsy, even with her furrowed brow because she's wondering what the hell he's doing.

"Comfy?" She asks because that was just so random and so very Harry.

He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek. "Yes."

And Gypsy laughs now, lifting her hand to reach out and poke him in his cheek. "You're weird."

"Am not."

"You so are," she says. "Zayn's the only cool one."

Harry gasps. "That's a lie. You're lying, Gypsy. I'm cooler than Zayn!"

"You are not, Harry," she giggles. "But, that's cute. You're adorable to think that."

"You think I'm adorable?"

She wrinkles her nose. "Nope."

"Well good," he scoffs. "I don't think you're adorable, either."

"Shut up-Don't lie to yourself."

"I don't," he states, propping himself onto his elbow. "I would never use 'adorable' to describe you."

"Right, because at the moment now I'm leaning more to the 'fucked-up' side of this description."

"You're not fucked up."

"You're just saying that."

Harry shakes his head, and he's on both elbows now, so he can stare down at her as she stares up at him.

His eyes are so green, she thinks.

But, she's always loved his eyes.

"You're not fucked up," he says, more firmly now. "You're beautiful and funny and smart and talented and you're independent and-"

"You're just saying that because you like me."

What if I love you?

"You shouldn't let one lad fuck up how you see yourself, Gypsy."

She shakes her head against the bed. "Harry?" She asks.

He's staring at her lips, again. "Hmm?"

"How do you know when you're in love?"

"You're in love with your ex?"

Don't be. Please?

"Yes?" She asks. "Maybe?"

Harry's brow furrows on impulse.

"I don't know...I thought so. I was, I mean, who am I kidding? I am. I don't think I'll ever stop loving him," she bites on her lip. "He's my best friend, despite what happened-"

Harry snorts. "Despite being a proper dick-"

"Despite that," Gypsy grins, because a piece of her loves how protective he and everyone else has been over her regarding this whole situation with Calum. "Despite everything, I don't think I could ever stop loving him."

Harry nods.

"Have you been in love before, Harry?"

He nods again.

Gypsy peers up at him. "Who was she?"

"It doesn't matter, now."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because of what?"

You.

He clears his throat. "Because love," he shakes his head, "love is wanting for others what you want for yourself," he peers down at Gypsy. "And sometimes, when you really love someone you know deep in your heart that they'd be happier with someone else."

"This seems so sad...So Notebook-esque."

Harry shakes his head. "You're the weird one in this relationship."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Otters sleep holding hands."

Gypsy chokes on a laugh. "Do you take everything I say so literally?"

"When Twister was released, people called it 'sex in a box.'"

She snorts. "That's 'cause it practically is."

"All the clocks in 'Pulp Fiction' are fixed at 4:20."

"Is that why George loves that movie?"

"Bananas are the most widely eaten fruits in America."

"Thanks to you."

"A group of goats is called a trip."

"And why do you know this?"

"The middle finger has the fastest growing nail."

"Harry."

"Antarctica is the only continent without owls."

"Harry."

"Yes, love?"

"Please," she grabs her head. "Please, make it stop."

"But," he grins, "you love my facts about everything."

"And your jokes," she snorts with an added eye-roll for good measure. "Don't forget it."

"What do you call a seagull that flies over the bay?"

"Oh Jesus."

"Not Jesus; a bagel. How do you find Will Smith in the snow?"

She deadpans. "How?"

"You follow the Fresh Prince," Harry snorts because even that one catches him off guard. "Why didn't the toilet paper cross the road?"

"Harry-"

"It got stuck in a crack."

"Harr..."

Harry smiles. "Yes?" He asks, because Gypsy's eyes widen and her lip is twitching. "Yes, Gypsy-Gyps?"

"Harry," she sighs again, but a little giggle escapes and now, she's laughing. She's laughing with her eyes closed and her body is shaking and Harry joins in because seeing Gypsy laugh is even better than hearing it.

"Holy god, that was just awful," she sighs, wiping her eyes. "Why do you even know these terrible jokes? They're painful."

He pokes her cheek. "'Cause I knew you'd love them," he grins.

"I guess today's an exception," she pauses, "because I usually don't."

He hums, poking her again. "Keep telling yourself that."

"More firsts," Gypsy says.

"What?"

"More firsts. Y'know, firsts," she shakes her head. "Justin told me last night that I've had a lot of 'firsts' this summer-like, the tattoo, the singing, the list, the jokes, the you," she grins. "I've been doing things I've never done before even without realizing it, so I guess I can check number nine off of Ashton's list."

She strikes a line through an invisible list. "Number nine: done. Check."

And Harry stares down at her, staring through lidded eyes. "I'm a first?"

"I've never been friends with an impulsively married man, before..."

He tries not to laugh and so does she.

"...With jokes so horrible they're actually funny."

"I swear," he says as she laughs, "you're just awful to me."

"Am not."

He slides closer to her. "You are."

"I'm not!"

Harry hooks his arm around her middle and slides her towards him.

"You are," he says, and Gypsy gasps because his arm is still around her, and he's still hovering over her, and their faces are very close and the way Harry is looking at her makes her feel like there's nothing else she'd rather see than those green eyes.

"Harry?"

Her voice comes out in a whisper.

He smirks. "Gypsy?"

She smiles. "Don't poke fun."

He leaves a lingering kiss upon her forehead. "Wouldn't dream of it, love."

And his lips are so close to hers. They're so close to her own as he skims his finger over the exposed skin of her stomach.

"Gypsy, I--"

"Gypsy!"

"Shit-!"

And now they both jump from the bed.

"Gyps?!"

"What the hell-?"

"Gypsy!"

"Yes, Grandma?"

Sissie drops shopping bags in the kitchen. "Gypsy, I'm back from the store, darlin'-" She calls. "I'm making a roast tonight. Is there anything particular you might want-Oh," she pauses at the doorway of Gypsy's room, and thankfully, her granddaughter had been able to slip a shirt over her head as she stands awkwardly beside Harry in her bedroom.

"Harry," Sissie grins. "I didn't know you were here, babe," and she turns to Gypsy. "You didn't tell me Harry was comin' over today, Gyps."

"Sorry, Grandma," Gypsy sighs. "Must've slipped my mind."

Sissie huffs. "You know Harry's my favorite one of your friends, Gypsy."

And Gypsy sighs, because she can see Harry blushing.

"I know, Grandma. I know."

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"She still hasn't texted me back," says Calum, as the boys sit in this diner Mikey wanted to try after they've just finished one of their gigs.

"Me either," mutters Luke.

"Yeah, or us," adds Ash, "which doesn't make sense since she's still my friend. You two are the ones who she hates. Not us."

"Piss off, Ashton."

Luke nods. "That was a real dick move, Ash."

"What? It's true!"

"C'mon, guys," Michael shrugs. "I mean, it's Gypsy. She won't be mad for long-she can't be. She's like, actually incapable of being mad for long. I swear, by the time we're back in Vegas it'll be like none of this shit ever even happened."

He shakes his head with a chuckle. "I give it a week, tops."

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YOU THOUGHT HARRY AND GYPSY WERE ABOUT TO GET IT ON DIDNT YOU??? NAHH SON SISSIE HAD TO BE A COCKBLOCK HAHAHA.

Okay, so this chapter pretty much begins the second half of Charming, since now Gyps has been to Oz and come back, and she's still got part two of Ash's list...Also, were you ready for allllll of this #Hypsy? hehehe.

Okay just being honest I love this chapter so much like...I know I probably say this a lot but this one makes me real happy okay? Vomment because I need to know if you feel the same way I do about Gypsy and Harolddd.

Don't worry. #Hypsy is a-comin' yall. #JUSTWAITONIT

Quote of the day : "Do you think Harry's mad because Zayn's hair is longer than his now?" -my other sister cuz she cray
xx ~