"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Seventy Eight ___________________
It's been approximately ten hours since Harry walked out on me earlier this afternoon. I understood where Harry was coming from— completely. The anger and disagreement was definitely expected from him considering how much I knew he cared. But, what I did not agree with was how he abruptly left because of something he chose to help me with months ago.
I've paced around the room nearly throughout the entire day while fisting a great amount of my roots, hoping that a solution to all of this bullshit would come to mind, but my brain was out of ideas. Talking to him wouldn't work and, surprisingly, I knew seducing him wouldn't work because it might just remind him that one day... it wouldn't be like that no more.
That was exactly how I felt, too.
A knock at the door caught my attention, causing me to pause where I stood right in the center of the bedroom Harry and I once shared. My eyes gazed at the door as it slowly peeled open by the second with the hopes of seeing Harry's emerald eyes gazing at me once again when the door became fully ajar. But my hopes began to vanish when I was met with a similar pair that obviously wasn't his.
"Are you alright?" Harry's older sister asked me with concern in her eyes. I sighed in response and turned away from her.
I hated speaking to Gemma about our problems. It wasn't that I didn't particularly like speaking to her; our chats were always warming and heartfelt, but, I mean, I was getting to the point where I would rather handle my situations with her brother on my own without having to cry to her about the things we go through.
Gemma had her own things to deal with— she had her own life to live. How are our problems benefitting the great things going on in her life? Everyone should be happy around her. Not dragging her into unnecessary drama that had nothing to do with her.
"I-I saw that Harry stormed out, and I just wanted to come check on you and make sure that you're okay." She explained before I suddenly felt her light palm collide with my shoulder, slowly easing the tension that was once cascaded across my body. "You know you can always—"
"No, I can't." I whispered, cutting her off. "I can't always drag you into our shenanigans. You deserve to be happy."
"And I still am," she chuckled, "But I still have every right to be concerned. You're like a baby sister to me."
Her words made my emotions arise and tears formed in my eyes. "I don't know why..."
"What do you mean?" She asked.
I turned around slowly to face her, concern written all over her face along with confusion. Gemma was clearly taken aback by what I said, and I could see why. Based on our previous conversations, there was absolutely no denial about how she felt about me. She had expressed to me how much she cared for me and loved me once before... but, at this moment... I just didn't know.
