I watched Harry board the car and give his mates a minimum of 2 high fives each. He did plant a few kisses on my cheeks and hug me quite tightly, but it didn't seem to have filled in the love i'd miss for 3 whole months. The fact that my playful and immature big brother has now become a world famous superstar still hasn't sunken into my mind. I wasn't ready to be left alone with my mother, it wasn't going to be easy. I grew up having Harry by my side nearly every minute of the day. He'd drop me at school, He'd race me along the roads as it was the only way i'd agree to attend piano class. My brother was my father figure, he was the man of the family. I remember the time when Harry nearly went to jail after he punched a boy from my class who was endlessly teasing me and pulling on my braids. Many people had lost respect for him after what had happened, but it only made me love him more. Maybe its time, that I learn how to be independant and protect myself.