The flight from Las Vegas McCarran International to the Sydney Kingsford Smith airport is 18 hours and 24 minutes, and Gypsy specifically picks this flight because there's a layover in the Los Angeles International Airport for two hours.

Gypsy is very excited to be able to say that she will be in Los Angeles for two hours.

"So you're leaving us, Gypsy?"

"It's only goodbye for a few days, Francisco," she says to the smiling gardener. "Sheesh-between you and Harry, you'd think I was moving there forever."

Gypsy sits at the front desk of Charming on Tuesday having successfully booked her ticket to Australia-Sydney, to be exact.

"P Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney," Harry sang before he shook his head of very long hair and said, "Are you sure this is what you want to do, love?"

And now, he stands beside Francisco and sighs again because-he and Matty had a very long conversation about this beforehand -he is not so sure that Gypsy is traveling to Sydney for the right reasons especially considering the fact that she's been "talking" to this ex of hers and already he isn't so sure how he feels about that.

"You're sure you want to do this, love?"

"Sheesh, Harry."

"S'just that," he pauses, "doesn't that guy live there-that bloke you're talking to, again?"

"His name's Calum, Harry, and I think you're overreacting."

"M'definitely not overreacting."

"Like you did with Justin when you first met? Okay, Harry."

"I had a right to be worried-"

"But, you didn't know him, then! And you don't know Calum, now-"

"And you're not dating him now for a reason, yeah?" Harry fires back. "Yeah, Justin's my mate, okay, but this ex of yours is not my mate and I just don't want you to get hurt, love."

"What's wrong with Calum?" Francisco asks, because he's looking between the two of them and can sense some very thick tension and he's smiling because this short break of his that he decided to take has become very interesting, indeed.

"Nothing's wrong with him," Gypsy replies quickly. "And you all forget that he's not the only one I'm going down there to see. I've got four friends and he's only one of them."

Francisco can't help but notice the scowl on Harry's face. "So, what's the problem, then?"

"Ask Gypsy."

"There is none."

And Francisco shakes his head and chuckles softly and sighs because they're both starring at each other and there is no doubt in his mind at this moment that there is more than just tension stifling the air between them.

"Well," he says, because he's decided that this is quite enough excitement for one day and he should probably get back to work. "I hope you have fun, Gyspy," he says honestly because he does, and this elicits a smile from her.

"Thank you, Francisco," she says, because she's excited and doesn't need anyone to ruin her excitement or her fun.

He winks. "And you know, we're always here for you when you get back," he says. "So, don't hesitate to call if you need anything."

And this, of course, makes Gypsy smile both inwardly and outwardly; she feels warm inside and grins largely because her grandmother was right-somehow, these people in Charming do make up some kind of random dysfunctional family and she's a part of it.

"He's right," Harry adds. "Don't forget us when you're around the world."

Gypsy sighs. "Never, Harry."

"You say that now."

________

"You think this is too much? Am I taking too much? Do I not have enough? Oh god-Am I overdoing it, you think?"

"God, G, could you relax, please?"

No, Gypsy cannot relax, because she's packing for a four-day trip to Australia to surprise the best friends that she misses tremendously-but try telling that to Matty or Justin or Harry.

"Gypsy, it's probably as hot as balls there just like it fucking is here," Justin says, as Matty sprawls out across her bed, laying atop some of the clothes she's debating whether or not she should take.

"Matty!"

"Gypsy, chill," Justin sighs. "Shit, you'd think you were moving there forever."

"She's all wrapped up in that Calum lad," Harry says, flipping rather unimpressed through his phone. He turns his eyes lazily to Justin, "S'why she's freaked out, mate."

"I'm not-"

Justin whirls her around, hands on her shoulders.

"-Justin!"

"Gypsy," he says, "this doesn't seem like a good idea."

"S'cause it's not," Matty quips, and he props himself up on his elbows, as Gypsy looks around the room at her friends with very wide, shocked eyes. "It's really not a very good idea at all."

"Matty, I've got other friends, too, okay?" Gypsy stresses because it's true. She's set on surprising four boys, not just one.

Although she did tell Ashton.

"Holy fuck, what!?" He'd exclaimed over the phone. "Fuckin' shit, Gyps!" He'd exclaimed excitedly, giggling that excited giggle of his that made Gypsy smile very largely over the line. "I knew it!" He continued. "Shit, I knew you'd come-I'm like a fuckin' fortune teller or something."

"I think you meant psychic, Ash," Gypsy grinned. "God, I thought you were supposed to be smart."

"I'd flip you off but I can't," Ashton replied. Gypsy's call had woken him from a nap but fuck it-he'd had a great day. He and the boys had played a show and met an agent-a fucking agent that pretty much told them that the only way they were gonna get big was to tour, not in Australia, but in a country where music mattered. He said they needed to get their shit together in America, which sure as hell worked since they lived there during school term anyway.

So that was pretty much fucking amazing.

And now Gypsy was coming.

"Holy fuck, Gyps-I can't wait to tell the boys-"

"No!" She'd exclaimed. "No, Ash, you can't."

"Wha-?"

"You're the only one I want to know," she said. "I really really want to keep this a surprise, okay?"

Ashton giggled again, nodding his head vigorously. "Oh yeah," he nodded. "Oh shit, okay-fuck!"

"This is our secret, Ashton."

"My lips are sealed, Gyps. Promise."

But now, Matty rolls his eyes. "Are you honestly going to see your other friends, sweets?" He asks. "Or are you really just there to kiss and make up with the boy who broke your heart?"

"Matty..."

"Well, what about your mum?" Harry asks before Gypsy has the opportunity to answer the question posed. "She's around the world as well, love. What about her?"

"You don't care about your mom, G?" Justin asks.

Matty rolls onto his back. "Seems to me that Gypsy doesn't give a fuck about her mum."

Justin shakes her gently. "What kind of daughter are you?"

Gypsy pushes him away. "Why are you three so set on making me feel bad about my decision?"

Harry lets out a sigh, rising from the foot of her bed. "We don't want you feeling bad, per se," he says, towering over Gypsy as he comes to stand before her.

"Yeah, well," she folds her arms across her chest. "What is it, then?"

"S'just," he sucks in a breath. "We just..."

And Harry stares into the deep eyes of a very expectant Gypsy, whose lips are fixed into a pout and whose eyebrows are furrowed deeply beneath her head of the curly hair that he loves, and for a moment he hesitates.

Both Matty and Justin watch on as Harry gulps and his usual charm is thrown off momentarily because he's lost. He's lost himself in Gypsy's expectant eyes and perfect skin and full lips and he truly, madly deeply does not wish to let this girl go to the bottom of the world for an ex who, he is certain, does not deserve this girl with her charm and her compassion and her sadness which, he knows, thanks to him and their friends has slowly started to ebb away into a nothing; where he'd like this 'sadness' to stay.

Harry would be quite pissed if Gypsy returned and was not as happy as she is as she is supposed to leave.

He rubs his hands up and down her arms.

"We don't want you getting hurt, love," he says. "S'all."

Gypsy lets out a breath of air she didn't realize that she was holding. "I'm not going to get hurt, Harry. I'm going to see friends, remember?" She leans against his chest and sighs against him, peering up at him with wide eyes as she quotes, "Friends don't let friends get hurt, right?"

Harry smiles because she remembers that night pre-tattoo beneath the streetlights surrounded by crickets. "Right."

Justin plops onto the bed beside Matty and sighs, because while this moment is nice and sentimental and all, he'd really like to tell Gypsy that she is in no way positive that she won't get hurt because love fucking sucks-he knows, thanks to Selena.

And he and Matty exchange glances, although Matty only shrugs.

At this point, he realizes, it's the only thing that he can do.

"Well, when you get back we've got a list to finish, yeah?" He asks, resting his head in Gypsy's very comfortable pillows.

And at that, Gypsy grins. "Hell yes we do," she replies. "But," she raises a finger, "that's only if you three drop me off at the airport."

Justin snorts. "Who says we wanted to say 'bye?'"

"Yeah," Harry grins. "Don't think that was ever specified, love."

"You didn't have to, 'cause you love me."

"Never said that, either."

Gypsy sticks out her tongue. "Didn't have to."

She has them there.

"Ha."

-~*~-

NO ONE WANTS GYPSY TO GO TO AUSTRALIA GUyS! Are they wrong for that? Should they just let Gypsy live her life and have her fun or do they have a point...?

Gif of Francisco because I can't believe I haven't attached a picture of him yet and that is concerning me greatly

Just look at those eyes...