Broken-Hearted Fame.

*Prologue*

I've know Harry since December 8, 1994. Since our mother's worked in the same shop they soon became best friends. His mom even brought Harry to my mother when she was giving birth. I know what your thinking, but Harry was just an infant. So no, it's not that awkward.

Harry has always been there for me. Well technically not just me. But my family also. My brother- Chris was always quiet and had a desperate look in his eyes; ever since my dad got into a car accident from a reckless drunk driver.Chris was only 6 when my dad died, which left Harry and me at age 10. 

Harry took me in his arms when I needed a males touch on things. Slowly but surely, Harry and I began to become best friend as also. He lived next to me in Holmes Chapel Cheshire, England. 

Growing up, Harry just seemed to always have the right thing to say and his green eyes always reassured me that everything was going to be okay. For the longest time, only Harry seemed to calm to down when I had terrible night terrors. 

Back from the sappy sob story, My whole family was strongly against drinking, even Harry, If you were found with a can of beer you were clearly then despised by my whole family. 

I beleive my dad was the best person on Earth, I remember him reading me bed time stories or propping me up on his shoulders to see through the crowds at concerts. I missed him every day and sometimes I wish it were me up there instead of him. My dad was kind and gentle at heart. He had a gleam-a glisten in his eye every time he talked to anyone. 

My daddy was also wise. He lived by a certain quote that he told me almost everyday. He'd point to my heart as I sat next to him next to my pillows. He'd smile and speak very slow and soothingly, " You can love someone so much, but you can never love them as much as you can miss him." He'd then kiss my forehead and walk away.

I painfully learned that quote by John Green right away after my daddy died, But Harry was always there to sooth me and comfort me with not only his eyes but his heart. 

Harry could obviously never come close to my dad. But he was there and I never would waste a moment with him. No matter how hard I tried to forget and move on it'll never happen. Because all these people add a little to my story of life. They leave a crease in my heart. 

I became to attached to Harry. Damn not just Harry to everyone. I wanted to embrace every moment I had with everyone just in case that one moment would come. That one moment when they'd leave forever.