“Harry! Fucking— Stop it.” I hear you yell from behind me and I snicker to myself, continuing to hang up these fairy lights that you asked me to help you with because you seem terrified of heights.

We’ve been friends for just over a year now, we met last summer and I’ve never had a friend like you. Best friend, actually. We grew insanely close after just a month of knowing each other and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d quite literally do anything for you, even if it means learning the line dance to ‘Manchild’ by Sabrina Carpenter.

Everyone around town is 90% convinced that we’re dating, even our families are questioning us. I love you like no other but there is no chance that I’d date you, and I’m petty so I don’t want to make people think they’re right about us when they’re not.

“Sorry, I’ll stay on this step.” I blatantly lie to you, turning my head to see your worried expression as I lift my foot to stand on the next step.