Harry has been my best friend since we were five. We've done everything together, laughed together, cried together, you name it. My father was very strict though, so me and Harry had to always explain to him that we were nothing more but best friends, it took a while to get it through to him, but he understood it in time and was fine with us always hanging out. But one day I guess my father got thinking about it again and called me and Harry to sit down with him for a cup of tea, he tried to talk to us like nothing was on his mind at first but the look on his face as he tried to play it off was way too noticeable, so I told him to cut to the chase and tell us what was on his mind.