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A Rose By Any Other Name 0.4

They both stopped suddenly and looked at each other. They jumped up so quick, adrenaline still running through them. Harry readjusted himself in his pants quickly. Luckily, Y/N had put the chain on the door, so whoever was coming in didn't get very far. They heard a sob coming from the hallway. Harry followed Y/N towards the door.

"Hold on, hold on." Y/N shut the door to unlock the chain and then opened it to a crying Gemma. Y/N didn't say anything she just grabbed Gemma and wrapped her arms around her.

"What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Harry was worried seeing his sister so distraught, he had seen her through her fair share of break ups but nothing this bad in a while. Gemma only responded with another cry. Y/N led her to the couch while Harry grabbed her a glass of water. He was really worried about his sister, but was also hoping she didn't notice how flustered he was and how messy his hair looked from Y/N's fingers. He stood behind the couch as he handed Gemma the glass of water. His boner was starting to get uncomfortable so he silently backed out of the room and into the bathroom as he heard the two girls talking quietly.

And that's how he ended up jerking off in his sister's new apartment. He wasn't planning on what happened when he came over to help
Y/N with her desk, but he also wasn't complaining about the turn of events; that was until Gemma showed up. He felt really bad for her but didn't she have any other friends she could go to? And possibly spend the night at their house? He knew he was being selfish, but given the situation he really couldn't feel so bad about it.

Once he was done in the bathroom, he washed his hands and splashed some water on his face. He was tired, the adrenaline finally wearing off. He was embarrassed and still horny as hell. He looked in the mirror, trying to look like everything was normal and he didn't just jerk off while his own family was only a few yards away. He walked out into the living room. He found Gemma drinking wine out of the glass he was using only a few minutes ago. She had stopped crying, but Y/N was still rubbing her back.

"I think I should head home now..." He announced awkwardly next to the couch running his hand through his hair. Both girls looked up to him.

"No, no way, you've been drinking, you're not driving home." Gemma was clearly back into big sister mode. Harry looked over her shoulder at Y/N who just looked at him and shrugged. He knew he wasn't even slightly tipsy but he wasn't about to put up a fight now, Gemma didn't need that at the moment. Instead he quietly sat next to her and gave her a side hug; she put her head into his chest.

"I'll kill him if you want, just say the word." He whispered, she laughed at that. Y/N looked at them, they were so close and it was so sweet. He was such a good brother to her.

"Stupid fight, " Gemma wiped her eyes, "I just really want to go to bed now, you okay with the couch?" she asked him.

"Don't really have a choice now do I." He replied sarcastically.

He really seemed to be lightening her mood, and Y/N admired how quickly he did that. Gemma sat up and walked into the bathroom when they heard the shower start running.

"Well that's one way to kill the mood, innit?" Harry was smiling over at Y/N; they just sat there and laughed. He scooted a little closer to where she was sitting on the couch. He wanted her to say something about what had just happened but instead she said, "I'll go get some extra sheets and blankets."

She placed her hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze as she stood up and walked the hallway down towards her room. What exactly did that little squeeze mean? Was she indicating that it would happen again? Or was that her way of subtly telling him it was a one-time thing? Maybe that was her way of saying "not now, we'll talk about it later". He rubbed his hands into his eyes, he hadn't even been here two hours, and already so much has changed.