Harry had been your brother's best friend since childhood, and you had never really noticed him, even though he was three years older than you. He always seemed to have completely different interests. And so it went: you spent your entire childhood and teenage years around him, until you finally became an adult and moved out of your parents' house. You still saw your brother with Harry, but it was rare.

It was starting to snow in Canada, and with the weather change, you ended up getting completely sick. So you decided to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. The path was dark but comforting; you were a few steps away from the pharmacy when a car pulled up beside you. It was Harry. He got out of the car immediately and walked over to you.

"What are you doing here so late?"

He asked, approaching you, visibly concerned. Harry placed his hand on your chin, lifting it gently so you would look at him. He studied your face, then placed the back of his hand on your forehead.

"Alright, let's go to the pharmacy together, okay? I'll buy your medicine."

Harry smiled and kissed your forehead before taking your hand and walking with you to the pharmacy.