Gemma's p.o.v:
Why did I say that? Why the hell did I say that? How stupid can I be? How stupid am I? Ugh! "Gemma!" Harry snapped back to reality. "What?" I asked. "You weren't listening?! You need to apologise to Y/n." Harry said. "I know I do, Harry. But, I can't apologise right now. She doesn't want to be anywhere near me!" "Should've thought about that!" "I know, Marcel! You don't have to remind me!" I said. "Well Gemma, he has a point." Harry said and I sighed. "She hates me now, doesn't she?" I asked as I put my head in my arms. "I don't know." Harry said. "I wouldn't blame her if she did. I would hate me as well. Just when things were starting to be good again! I go ahead and ruin it. Saying she's some girl off the streets?! That's low even for me!" I said as tears made their way down my face. "Don't cry." Marcel said. "Why shouldn't I?! I made my younger sister cry, said she's just some girl in the streets! What kind of sister am i?" I asked and Harry sighed. "I don't really want to answer that." Harry mumbled. "Don't blame you." I mumbled. "I've mucked everything up."
