Forbidden Love [DISCONTINUED]

VII

"George?" Frances asked, knocking on George's door profusely, tears cascading down her face. The light was on, and she knew Philip would never let him leave it on if they weren't home.

"Philip? George? One of you, please just open the door? I can't- I can't be alone right now," Frances begged, knocking on the door harder.

"Please..." She whispered, backing away from the door.

George opened the door, first blank-faced, until he saw Frances' almost pitiful-looking demeanor. "Frances? What happened?!" George's face looked panicked. Frances crying wasn't a common sight, so George couldn't help but freak out.

"C-can I come in?" Frances asked in a week voice. George nodded, grabbing Frances' arm, leading her into his apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"Frances?!" Philip shrieked, bolting up from where he was previously seated to rush to his teary sister's side. "What happened?" Frances just shook her head, biting her lip as Philip pulled her close. "George, what happened?"

"I don't know, she hasn't said," George said, shrugging. Philip pulled Frances to the couch, letting the girl slump down into it. Philip took a seat next to Frances, holding her shaking hands, trying to get Frances to spare him a glance.

George kissed Philip's forehead, trying to calm Philip down, who he could tell was freaking out. "Baby calm down, I'm going to make some coffee. Try to get her to open up. Remember, stay calm babe. It won't help if you freak out," George whispered in Philip's ear before rushing to the kitchen.

"S-She hates me," Frances choked out, collapsing into Philip's chest, clinging to the soft fabric of what was technically George's sweatshirt, though Philip had it on. "She h-hates so fucking much, Philip."

"Frances, who are talking about?" Philip asked quietly, rubbing comforting circles onto Frances' back. Frances shook her head, sobbing her heart out into the crook of Philip's neck. "Frances, you can tell me. I'm your brother, remember?" Frances nodded, wiping her face dry, only to have it covered in tears merely seconds later. "You can tell me anything, Frances."

"It's T-Theo," Frances blubbered, her face holding an impossibly sadder expression as the name left her lips. "A-And you and George probably hate me too a-after what I said to her the other day. I-I'm so s-sorry, I promise I didn't mean it."

"Hey, shh," Philip cooed, trying to keep himself as well as Frances calm. "It's okay, I don't hate you, I could never hate you. You're my sister. And George doesn't either. We're just upset about what the both of you said. And I know you didn't mean it."

"I fucked everything up," Frances mumbled, biting her lip hard, tasting blood. Philip didn't say anything, he just let Frances cry, knowing that there would be no point in trying to calm her down any further, it would surely fail. "I ruined everything."

After a few minutes of Frances sobbing and Philip holding her, George returned to the living room, three mugs in his hands. George handed one of the mugs to Philip, and the other to Frances. He sat next to Philip, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"George I'm a horrible person," Frances mumbled, grabbing George's hand.

"Frances you're not a horrible person," George insisted, giving Frances' hand a gentle squeeze. Frances shook her head, slumping across both Philip and George's laps.

Philip sighed, running his hand through Frances' hair. Whenever Frances got extremely upset like this she always got over-affectionate, to anyone she happened to be in a room with.

"Did something else happen?" Philip asked, his voice soft and careful. Frances nodded, wiping her face. "Do you want to t-tell us?" George heard the shakiness in Philip's voice, seeing how Philip chewed on his lip nervously.

George planted a kiss on Philip's cheek, slipping his hand under Philip's sweatshirt, running his fingers along the soft skin of Philip's back. "Remember what I said, baby? Calm down," He whispered.

"Okay," Philip said, nodding, staring down at Frances. "You don't have to tell us," Philip started, sounding much more secure this time, from the help of George. "But if you'd like to, you're surely welcome to. So do you want to?"

Frances nodded, tracing circles onto Philip's hand.

"Yes."