Ashton and Gypsy sip milkshakes and eat french fries on the roof of Ash’s car. They’re overlooking the city, the sun is beginning to fall and lights are glinting along the city line, twinkling against the line of undeveloped horizon. 

Gypsy’s in Australia, now. 

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy. 

She’s taking pictures, sending them all to the boys back home, because she knows this is a place that they would all love. 

She’s spoken to her grandmother, grandfather and mother by now, but she’s also spoken to Matty (and George and Justin, who both happened on speaker phone). 

But no Harry. 

And she wonders why. 

“So,” Ashton says, interrupting the quiet thoughts that Gypsy is enjoying. “So,” he leans against her and grins. “So, I know you’re going to tell me how great I’ve made your summer at this point.”

Gypsy laughs into the warm air. By now, her suitcase has been placed in Luke’s spare room, — because they practically all live there anyway, says Ash — and she’s hung out with Luke’s mom, one of  his brothers and his dog. 

She’s seeing people she’s missed even more than she actually thought. 

And in ways, it’s like Gypsy is home, again. 

She’s at the bottom of the world in a continent across the ocean and yet, it does not feel like she is far from Charming. The sun is hot and the air is still but it’s the people—it’s the people Gypsy has missed who make Gypsy feel as though they never left her in the first place. 

So, Gypsy is confused because she is conflicted. 

Gypsy is confused because there is a part of her longing to be home-home to ride down The Strip at midnight in Matty’s car with the windows rolled down to dance and sip delicious drinks at that nightclub Zayn works at.  

But, Gyspy’s in Australia, now. 

And all of this occurs in Gypsy’s mind before Ashton takes her out for milkshakes and fries at this place in town that he loves. 

So now, they sit. 

“You know, it’s been pretty great thanks to you,” she replies honestly. 

“You finished the list?”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. I’m halfway, though.”

“Halfway through?”

“I’m five for ten,” she grins proudly. 

Ashton traces one of his long fingers along the hummingbird curved around Gypsy’s inner arm. 

“Sweet,” he says. 

Gypsy catches his eye and grins, “Thinking of getting a new tattoo, Ash?”

He laughs. “Oh yeah,” he nods ands he laughs, “Oh, definitely because I’m just so full of tats it’s like I don’t have anywhere else to put ‘em…Like, right now I think I want this eagle, right? Or like, a phoenix that’s blowing fire across my chest.”

Gypsy laughs aloud. “That sounds so badass.”

“Punk rock is alive,” Ashton nods. “I want one of my nipples to be its fuckin’ eye.”

“Oh my god,” Gypsy says, because this is too much and her side is cramping and Ash is laughing, too, because of course he thinks he’s just so fuckin’ funny. 

“Oh my god, Ashton…I missed you so much.”

Ashton’s arm is around Gypsy’s shoulder, now, and she leans into the crook of his arm and laughs, inhaling deeply because Ashton always smells like clean laundry and fruit. 

“Missed you too, bub,” he says, because he genuinely means it. “The boys are gonna flip some shits when they find out you’re here.”

And here comes that knot in Gypsy’s stomach again because Calum doesn’t know she’s here yet. 

Her ex-boyfriend does not know that she is in Australia. 

“Yeah…” She says. “I’m sure they will.”

“You’re damn right they will,” Ashton says because he knows. He knows Mikey’s gonna be excited and Luke’s gonna do something awkward and Calum—Fuck, Calum might even cry.

“Calum might cry,” he says, and Gypsy tenses on instinct. “Just so you’re prepared for that awkward shit because it’ll be really fucking awkward.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Gypsy,” Ashton scoffs, “this really isn’t a question. You know I’m always right.”

Gypsy laughs out loud, again. 

“Whoa, whoa! Whoa. No. Is that disbelief I’m sensing?”

“I dare you to name three times you’ve been right about something in your entire life.”

“Nope,” Ash shrugs her from against him, “I no longer have time for you and that sass.”

“Ash!”

“I’m serious, Gyps; he really has been talking about you,” he says seriously, and Gypsy stops laughing immediately and snuggles against Ashton’s chest, again. 

“Oh,” is what she says, despite the hammering of her heart that she is praying Ashton can’t feel. 

“Yeah, ‘oh,’ ” he laughs. “Like I was right about him writing songs I’m right about him missing you, still.”

“You say that like it’s a fact, Ash.”

“Ha!” He laughs. “That’s because it is, Gypsy.”

She says nothing. 

Gyspy isn’t so sure. 

She just wants everything to work out. 

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy.

_________

The boys have a gig tonight. 

Or, at least this is what Ashton tells Gypsy as they sit on the hood of his car and finish their food. They’ve got a gig and there’s going to be some big agent there so they’ve got to rock out because it’s like they’re finally getting their big break, he says, although Gypsy knew this would happen all along. 

You’re going to smash it, she tells him as they jump back into Ash’s car. He's giggling and telling her about their shows and the fan-base that’s been growing and how he just can’t believe that 5 Seconds of Summer, a little shit band from Sydney, Australia, might actually make it big time. 

The moon is out, now. 

Gypsy is listening to Ashton’s words with a smile. She knows that this has been her friend’s dream— she is well aware that this has been their goal all along — to make music for people around the world because that’s what they love. 

But, now they’re driving along the highway, and Gypsy is so surprised to look out of the window to see trees and open spaces alongside the road and it’s all so different from Vegas. 

Ashton promises to take her to the beach because there’s no beach for her to get to on her side of Nevada. 

The windows are rolled down because it’s “always hot as balls,” says Ash, and Ashton’s iPod is hooked up to the speakers and Gypsy is the deejay. 

“Hey!” She exclaims, as she scrolls through his lists of never-ending music. “No way—you’ve got “The Young and The Hopeless” on here!?”

“Shit, yeah,” Ash nods. “Fuck,” he scratches the back of his neck. “Haven’t heard that in a long time.”

Gypsy finds her favorite song on the album. “Good Charlotte needs to have a reunion tour,” she grins. “You guys could headline.”

“We could if we knew them, possibly,” Ashton laughs and Gypsy rolls her eyes. 

“Smart-ass.”

“I think you meant, Smart-Ash.”

Gypsy snorts. “Lame,” she says, as Ashton giggles to himself, tapping his long fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of Gypsy’s song. 

“She's got tattoos—and piercings. She likes minor threat, she likes social distortion!”

Gypsy laughs. “My girl's, a hot girl—”

“A hoodrat who needs an attitude adjustment!”

They sing together, banging against the inside of the car. 

“Christina, wouldn't wanna meet her

She hates you Britney, so you better run for cover

My girl's, a hot girl

A riot girl and she's angry at the world

Emergency, call 911

She's pissed off at everyone

Police, Rescue, FBI

She wants a riot, she wants a riot.”

They stop at a light and people are staring because Ash’s car is shaking they’re moving around so much. 

They’re also loud as hell as they yell above Good Charlotte’s “Riot Girl” and bring everyone in the vicinity back to the Golden Age of Punk Rock circa 2002.  

“—I said

Emergency, call 911

She's pissed off at everyone

Police, Rescue, FBI

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

Aah aah aah

Don't you know that all I really want is you?

(Aah aah)

Gotta know that all I really want is youuuu!”

And they both break out into laughter, possibly because they’re definitely both super weird and can’t help that it feels good to drive towards nowhere, really, with the windows down but since Gypsy is in Australia, it's mostly that this reunion is making them realize just how much they have both missed the other. 

“God, you’ve got such a good voice Gypsy; I’d be so jealous if I was a chick. I’d probably hate you.”

She rolls her eyes. “You say that all the time, Ash,” because he does. Every time she opens her mouth to sing it’s him or Luke or Calum or Mikey telling her that she should be the one pursuing music as a career because she’s the one who can sing her fucking ass off. 

“Maybe you should listen to me, then,” he states. “Fuck! I should’ve added that to your list—‘Get a record deal’—‘cause then you’d have to fucking do it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. Sure, Ash.”

“No, but…” 

Gypsy watches as Ashton grins, staring towards the road. 

“Oh god,” she says because Ashton is smiling to himself. “Oh no. You’ve got the ‘look.’ What the hell aren't you telling me?”

Ashton laughs aloud. “What the fuck’s the look?”

“That look you get when you’ve got some terrible idea.”

“Well, this idea is fucking great so fuck you, Gyps.”

Gypsy laughs aloud, leaning against the window. “Oh no.”

“What?” He exclaims, poorly hiding a smile. “But, I thought you loved my ideas, Gyps.”

“Does it have to do with me, Ash?”

“Huh?” He replies. “I don’t know who ‘Me’ is, Gypsy.”

“Fuck you!” She exclaims, laughing harder. “Damn it, Ashton!”

“Love ya, mate.”

She leans her head against the seat rest and sighs. “Sure you do, Ash.”

______

“What d’you think G’s doing right now?” Justin asks as he eyes the girls who pass the bar in dresses that seem to get shorter by the night—and shot. 

Zayn eyes Harry, who’s been awfully quiet. His mate’s supposed to be happy. They’re out supposedly celebrating his newly signed divorce papers. This is supposed to be a good time. 

But, George is the one who answers Justin. He lifts his drink into the open air of Overhead and laughs a slightly drunken laugh. 

“Hopefully,” he says, “she’s getting positively wasted.”

She’s not. 

Unfortunately.

It’s about six o’clock as Gypsy sits in Ashton’s car, waiting for him to grab whatever the hell he needs to grab from Mikey’s so they can go back to Luke’s house for her to change for the night. 

She’s already planned out her whole outfit. 

Gypsy brought with her a very cute, matching crop top/skirt ensemble that she and her grandmother bought from Calvin Klein in The Venetian that fits her curves and she’s got her all black Chuck Taylor’s that she’s decided to pair with the pieces since she’s going to watch her friends onstage and she knows she’ll be jumping around, so why do heels?

Right?

'Right' is what Gypsy thinks to herself as she leans her chin in the palm of her hand and sighs loudly, blowing stray curls from her eyes, gaze locked on the garage door of Michael’s house. 

She taps her fingers impatiently, because Ash’s been gone for what seems like ages although in actuality, it’s only been about ten minutes. 

Then, five more pass. 

And another five. 

And Gyspy is sending off texts to Matty and Justin and Harry, and none of them are responding at all because Matty is dancing and Justin is flirting and Harry’s phone is with Zayn, who keeps feeling the buzz of his mate’s phone and keeps watching Gypsy’s name flash across the screen. 

He looks up and down the bar. Harry’s gone off to the toilets and has left him and hasn’t returned just yet. 

Zayn picks up Harry’s phone and types in his password. 

It’s not like he doesn’t know it. 

Harrrreeeehhhh. Why don’t you answer your phone Harold?

Zayn chuckles, shaking his head. From the looks of this text, he thinks, maybe George's right and Gypsy's had a shot or two of her own. 

Hey, love. It’s Zayn. Harry’s in the toilets. xx

Gypsy receives this text and laughs. 

ZAYN! <3

What are you up to tonight?

He chuckles. 

Hey Gypsy, love. Working, but the boys are here tonight. 

Having fun?

And while Gypsy wants to know what the occasion is that has brought her friends to Overhead, she does not ask because she looks to the door in the garage that’s still closed with no sign of Ashton and this is getting ridiculous, she thinks, because it’s been nearly thirty minutes and she’s still antsy from forever being in a plane. 

I’m about to be, she types back, and with that, she pockets her phone and pushes open the passenger door and follows Ashton into the house. 

The door leads directly into a hallway, which leads to the kitchen. 

Gypsy can hear voices coming from the kitchen. 

“Ashton,” she mutters, “what the hell are you doing…?”

She can hear Ashton’s laugh and she is practically suffocating on the smell of burnt popcorn, and now, she’s really wondering What the hell? because what the fuck did Ashton have to get from Mike’s house, anyway?

“Okay,” she says, and she’s waltzing into the kitchen, now. “What the hell is taking so long Ash…ton…”

“Holy. Shit.”

“Gypsy!”

“No fuckin’ way, mate!”

“What the fuck!?”

“Aaaaahhhh!”

And a slight smile curves onto Gypsy’s face because now there’s yelling and laughing and lots of smiling because it’s about damn time she got out of the car since it’s not like Ashton met Gypsy yesterday and he knew that she would but he also didnt want to ruin the surprise.

Ashton only giggles louder now, and he’s sticking his hand into the very burnt popcorn and watching as Gypsy’s eyes train from Michael to Luke and finally, to Calum.

He crunches loudly on the popcorn that Luke sure as hell burnt to fucking ashes. 

“Surprise.”

_______

Calum cannot believe that Gypsy is here. 

Like, he really fucking can’t. 

In fact, he’s in such shock and awe that he stands there, unmoving in the kitchen as Gypsy dishes out hugs and laughter and he sees that her dyed hair and tattoo look even better up close than they did over video chat. 

He can’t fucking believe she’s here, and now that she is, all other thoughts about anyone and anything else are replaced by Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy. 

And now, as he rides beside her in the van, and he can feel her soft hair against his arm, and he’s the closest he’s been to Gypsy in months — he’s ready to fuck this gig and ditch his friends so he and Gypsy can go off on their own and catch up because all he wants to do, now that he knows she’s here, is spend every second that he can tangled in her arms with his chin on her head because she’s so little and he’s so tall and he’s seriously got to get a grip on these emotions that are really making him sound like a proper wuss. 

But, seeing Gypsy in this skirt and this crop top that’s way tighter than anything she’s ever worn before but also very Gypsy, since she’s got her hair down and black Converse are, along with her very deep red lips are all doing things to his body that he’d like for his friends not to notice. 

“Sorry,” Gypsy grins apologetically. She keeps brushing her fingers against his, since he and Mikey are both crammed into the back of the van with her. “I can’t stop touching you.”

Calum grins suggestively. “No problem.”

“I’m sure,” she snorts. 

“Gyps, are y’sure you don’t want to sit backstage?” 

“Not particularly,” Gypsy replies, changing the subject, as Luke turns around in the passenger seat and stares at her with wide blue eyes. “I want to be like all the other screaming, adoring fans,” she teases. “I’ll be front row.”

And Gypsy keeps this promise. She stands front row at the very edge of the stage beside girls who are totally fan-girling over her friends. She’s excited; almost as excited as they are, to be honest. And, it’s as the night progresses that Gypsy jams out to the songs her friends wrote — the crowd is singing lyrics that Ashton and Luke and Calum and Michael had some part in writing and that’s got Gypsy feeling as if she wants to cry, she’s so proud of her boys. 

They play through “Don’t Stop,” “Social Casualty,” “English Love Affair,” “Independence Day,”  “Voodoo Doll,” and finally, after Gypsy has made friends with the teenage girls around her, having sang the words to each of the songs at the top of her lungs, making eye contact with the boys during the performance and shooting thumbs-up’s to each of them throughout the night, the lights dim and the crowd hushes and lighters are in the air because Calum has taken the mic in the center of the stage and he says, his eyes on her, “This one—this one’s called ‘Amnesia.’”

Gypsy’s hands clutch her phone against her chest because this is the song. 

This is Amnesia, and she finally gets to hear it. 

Calum does not take his eyes from hers. 

Their gazes are locked, both sets of eyes wide as he begins to sing. 

“I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

And even though that list shows me you’re doing fine

Are you’re somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you

When he says those words that hurt you do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

‘Cause I’m not fine at all—”

There are now multiple girls crying in the audience as Luke and Michael join in for the chorus. 

“I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the makeup running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

‘Cause I’m not fine at all—”

Gypsy is one of those crying girls. She’s dabbing at the corner of her eyes because she doesn’t want her mascara to run and she’s fucking front row and doesn’t need Calum and Michael and Luke and Ash to know that she can’t keep it together. 

“The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone

I admit I like to see them, I admit I feel alone

All my friends keep asking why I’m not around

It hurts to know you’re happy and to face that you’ve moved on

It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long—”

Calum’s forehead creases, because honestly he’s onstage and a whole bunch of girls think that he’s singing to them when he’s seriously putting everything he has into this song for Gypsy.

“It’s like we never happened, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the makeup running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

If today I woke up with you right beside me

Like all of this was just some twisted dream

I’d hold you closer than I ever did before

And you’d never slip away

And you’d never hear me say

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the makeup running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

I’m not fine at all

Tell me this is just a dream—

‘Cause I’m really not fine at all.”

Gypsy actually has to look away, now. 

That was for her? Was it, really? Did Calum actually write this song about their relationship? Does that mean he wants to get back together? Does Calum want to be with her, again? Why the hell can’t she stop crying???

And Gypsy doesn’t even realize that the boys have taken a break onstage. They’re talking and laughing, now, cracking jokes amongst each other because it’s now time for their last song of the night. 

She finally gets herself together as Ashton is banging his cymbals, and he rises into a stand at his set. 

“So, I know we’re supposed to play “She Looks So Perfect,” right now,” Ashton says, “but we’ve got our best mate here tonight from fucking Los Vegas, Nevada.”

“That’s like, in America,” Luke adds.

“And she’s got a fucking insane voice and I only think it’s proper that you all get to hear it,” he finishes, taking his seat again. “What do you think, boys?”

“Ashton, I think you’re a fuckin’ genius, mate,” Mikey grins, shooting a quick wink to Gypsy in the front row. 

She gulps. 

What the actual fuck.

“But wait,” Ash extends his arm to the crowd, “wait, can we get a spotlight on our best friend?”

Luke is crouching down now, and Gypsy is actually mortified as the very bright stage lights are being shifted to shine into her eyes. 

“Luke, what the fuck?” She hisses, as he offers her a sweaty hand from the stage. 

“Uh…” He grins, because she actually takes his hand and he hoists her up. “Nothing?”

“Guys, it’s Gypsy!”

And the crowd is going crazy, and Gypsy cannot believe that she is onstage with the boys. She shoots Luke a glare, and then she proceeds grab her short skirt and pull it down because she’s in a short skirt and a crop top and she sure as hell wished she knew the boys were going to pull this stunt beforehand because then maybe she’d have worn some goddamn jeans. 

She feels Calum’s sweaty arm around her shoulder. “Isn’t she like, perfect?” He asks the crowd, and damn the lights, Gypsy starts blushing and everyone can see it—there are ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ coming from the crowd mixed in with some, ‘aahws,’ because teenage girls are sure as hell getting a kick out of the way Calum is looking at her. 

Gypsy shakes her head because fucking shit she’s onstage. 

She clears her throat. “So, what am I singing, guys?”

Ashton grabs his mic. “On the heels of “Amnesia,” he grins, what feels right, Gyps?”

So Gyspy looks from him to Calum, who’s been smiling at her practically since he’s seen her, and she nods. 

“I think I know,” she says, and she whispers the song to him and then Luke and then Mike, who proceeds to tell Ashton as Gypsy settles before the mic and the boys fall back behind her. 

Gypsy’s heart is hammering, but she’s doing it. This Gypsy is confident and she’s more excited than anything because holy shit she can’t wait to tell the boys at home all about this. 

The lights dim and Gypsy can hear the first few chords of the song come from Luke and Mikey’s guitars, and then there’s Calum’s bass and she says, “This is “Riptide,” by Vance Joy,” and she grins because the crowd responds so fabulously, and there’s an additional, “You’re gorgeous, girl!” thrown her way from the crowd. 

Gypsy is smiling, but she nods to the beat, tuning out the noise from the crowd because she’s about to sing. 

“I was scared of tattoos and the dark

I was scared of getting drunk and being by myself

Oh, all my friends, they seemed to leave

You're the magician's assistant 

in their dreams—

Oh, and they come unstuck.”

She catches Luke’s eye. 

He nods.

“Baby, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you, when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong.”

Gypsy rests her hand on the mic, now, her body relaxing into the song. 

“There's this movie that I think you'll like

This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City

This cowboy's running from himself

And he's been living on the highest shelf

Oh, and they come unstuck.”

She sees Calum though the side of her eye. 

He’s staring at her. 

He does not break their gaze. 

“Baby, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong.”

She sings to him. 

She sings with all of the emotion within her. 

“I just wanna, I just wanna know

If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay

I just gotta, I just gotta know

I can't have it, I can't have it any other way

I swear he's destined for the screen

Closest thing to the Fresh Prince, that you've ever seen, oh—

Baby, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong—”

Her eyes shift from his. 

She’s smiling, now.

He’s smiling, too. 

Oh baby, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong

Oh baby, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong

I got a lump in my throat because you're gonna sing the words wrong.”

And the crowd erupts. 

Gypsy breaks out into laughter because the boys are also going crazy. 

"I told you she could fucking sing!" Ashton exclaims. 

Gyspy grins. 

“Thanks, guys,” she says to both the crowd and her friends. She laughs because if her grandmother were here she’d definitely cry. 

“Thank you all so much, actually.”

She means it. 

_______

Calum has never been happier in his life. 

She did it—Gypsy got onstage and sang to a crowd of a fucking billion people and she sounded great and looked so hot and looked at him and did that thing he loves—Gypsy changed the words of that song to fit her circumstance like they used to do together and she sang about him. She sang about him and he’s pretty sure she told him she loves him, still, and that’s all the hell that fucking matters ‘cause he sure as hell loves her back. 

“You. Fucking. Smashed it!” Mikey exclaims, as the five of them trail down the steps backstage. 

“Called it!” Ashton yells. “I fucking knew it! My ideas fucking rock.”

Gypsy shakes her head. “Ashton’s on crack,” she sings. 

“Not like we didn’t know that before,” Mikey hums back. 

Ashton only flips both of them off. 

“You’re sure you don’t want to be a singer, Gypsy?”

“I dunno, Luke,” she replies honestly. “Justin asked me the same thing and—”

“Who the fuck is ‘Justin?’” Mikey asks.

“My friend, Justin,” she says. “From home. I swear, it's time you all met, already.”

“Oh yeah, the lads who aren’t as good as us,” Mikey nods and Gypsy slaps his arm. “Shit, Gyps! Joking.”

“No, you’re not,” she replies. 

“Who the fuck cares about them,” Calum says, as the boys begin cleaning up backstage. 

Gypsy frowns. “Umm, I care,” she replies, although Calum is grinning, his hands on either of her wrists. “Calum—Cal!” Gypsy laughs, as he pulls her close. 

She knocks against his body, peering up into his dark eyes. 

“Yes?”

“You killed it tonight, Gyps,” he says honestly, and he’s still kind of damp from the show. 

“Ha, thanks—Way to pull that stunt you fuckers,” she punches him in the shoulder. “You could’ve told me you were gonna call me onstage—Cal!”

But, Calum’s hands are on Gypsy’s jaw. “I missed you,” he interrupts, and Gypsy shuts up because his eyes are so dark and the way he’s looking at her is setting a fire in the pit of her stomach. 

He grins, letting the tips of his fingers graze the soft, curling strands of falling hair. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

And neither of them realize that they’re alone, now. 

Neither of them realize that Ash and Luke and Mikey have gone off to pack up their van and have asked both of them where they’d like to eat to no response. 

Gypsy’s voice comes out in a whisper. “I missed you, too,” she says, and she shakes her head. “And I love ‘Amnesia.’”

“Yeah?” Calum straightens.

Gypsy nods. 

He dips his head. “Wrote it about you.”

Gypsy’s heart is hammering in her chest, but she smirks anyway because she can feel Calum’s chest pounding, too. She lifts her arms, resting her wrists upon his shoulders because his face grows closer and closer and when their lips touch, it’s like everything. It’s like butterflies flying and a perfect song and warm cookies and cold nights and days at the pool and all of the things in life we take for granted but actually mean the world to us. It’s like home. 

It’s like home in Calum Hood’s kiss. 

And they break apart, gasping for air and Calum’s hair is disheveled from Gypsy’s hands and her lipstick is smearing his lips. 

“I love you, Gypsy,” he says with wide eyes. “I love you and I’ve never ever stopped loving you and fuck it, I need you to know that.” 

There goes Gypsy’s heart with the kaleidoscope of butterflies unleashed from behind her ribs. 

“Fucking hell, I love you so fucking much.”

 And that is the reason she came to Australia.

Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy.  

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Guysss this chapter is long as hell so be proud of me! Hahahah wow yeah guys this wasn't supposed to go on forever but here we are.

GYPSY IS IN AUSTRALIA WITH THE BOYS. THEY KNOW SHE'S HERE, NOW.  

What'd ya think of those songs, huh? WHAT DID YOU THINK OF GYPSY AND CALUM SINGING TO EACH OTHER AND CHANGING THE LYRICS TO THEIR SONGS, THOUGH??? 

Love ya. Comment and vote guys. To the side is 'Riptide' by Vance Joy that G sings to her mannn. xx