Harry had always been a part of the catholic church. Not only did he grow up being raised catholic, he also grew up to become a vicar of a catholic church.

When he met you, he found himself to be quite troubled about the feelings he felt towards you. The moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he felt more than friendship, he knew he wanted to be more than mere friends. He knew he loved you.

But he also knew it was wrong. You were a man, and he was a man. It was not meant to be.

Harry tucked the last few bits of his shirt that were sticking out into his trousers, combing through his hair with one hand. He was getting ready to meet up with you in the park. It was a summer's day, and the two of you planned a picnic.

When Harry arrived, both of you sat on your little picnic blanket. "You look nice." Murmured Harry, with a soft smile. He thought you looked gorgeous. But almost immediately after speaking the compliment, a pang of disgust at himself shot through him and his smile faltered slightly.