As best friends go, harry was absolutely the best there was. He was reliable, sweet, great at advice and long talks, and strong, in more ways than one. Infact, he was more of a family than you'd ever had. His apartment was basically your home now, and though you had a key, and he insisted you use it, you liked the look on his face when he opened the door, seeing you. He listened to the songs you listened to, he wore the shirts you complimented, he used the cologne you got for him four Christmases ago, he was sure your name was tattooed across his heart in your favorite font, the one you used on every neatly typed letter you wrote. And honestly, he nearly cried each time when you wrote letters for him. He saw your soul, inside and out, and he was grateful to know that you did, too.