Hold On To Him | Jonas Brothers

Prologue

Pippa's P.O.V.

August the 3rd, 2014.
It's been a while since I've seen my family. I've been away from home for five months. We weren't fighting or not speaking, no. I went away. I didn't run away. I went to travel. I took some time for myself and I traveled. I've traveled through Canada and through America. I traveled to Europe, seen Amsterdam and Paris, places where Joe likes to go. I went to Venice and to Barcelona. I've seen he Eiffel Tower and the Big Ben.

I'm going home now and mom told me everyone is going to be there waiting for me at the airport. Mom and dad. Danielle, Kevin and Alena. Frankie. Joe. And most importantly. Nick. He's going to be there too.

Nick and I have always been one. We understand each other like twins, but we're not actually twins. He's two years older than I am.

We've kept in touch. We called everyday. He went to counseling and he got better. So he said.

He wasn't doing to great before I left and it almost kept me from going. He begged me to go. He didn't want to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. He promised me he was going try his hardest to get better with the help of our family and therapy and counseling. "Whatever it takes." He had said to me.

Joe promised me he'd watch him. Keep an eye on him to make sure he's okay.

I wasn't expecting Kevin to look after him, really. I can't blame him either. About a month before I left his daughter was born. Alena. I know, I left when my niece was only month old.

I wonder how big she's going to be when I see her.

The plane touches the ground and I wait for us the plane to stop. I wait until most are already off so I can easily grab my stuff without the plane being too crowded.

I walk through the airport to where I knew they will be waiting for me. I smile when I see them. It's been way too long. They haven't seen me yet and are talking with each other. Nick soon turns to look over the sea of people walking with me. We were all on the same flight. He's trying to look for me.

Soon he sees me and runs over quickly. He lifts me in the air and spins me around as he hugs me. I giggle and greet him with a kiss to the cheek.

"I missed you so much!" He says. "I've missed you too!" I exclaim and hug him again around his waist. He puts his arms around me. Soon I want out of the hug, because he's not the only family I've got.

He takes my luggage and we walk over to the rest of our family. To the ones who could wait for me to walk over, unlike Nick.

First, I hug my mom and dad. Mom cried because of my safe return. She missed me. Dad hugged me tightly, telling me how much he missed me. Kevin hugged me tightly, telling me he'll never let me do this on my own again. He finished with a chuckle as he let his overprotectiveness take over.

Joe hugged me tightly, joking how Nick was getting on his nerves talking about how much he missed me or what I'd been doing during my break away from home.

Danielle hugged me in a sisterly way. I looked inside the buggy to see Alena. She should be about a half year's old now. She's grown, but she's still so small and so delicate. I look at her in awe. She's smiling at me, laughing here and there.

It felt weird when I left. So much had happened and Kevin just had a baby girl with Danielle. It felt wrong to leave him with his stupid brothers who are probably going to break her at some point. I'm supposed to be the cool aunt!

But despite all of that, I knew I had to go. Well, I wanted to go. I wanted to travel and see things and do things.

I wanted to be back before Joe's birthday though. His would be first to be after mom's birthday, meaning I missed my mom's birthday. I had an extra long video call with my mom. I called her right at midnight. She didn't think that was funny at all, but I did.

Dad walked us to the cars and we split to meet up back home. We couldn't all fit in one car. Not with Alena's baby carseat.

Nick drove home with Kevin, Danielle and Alena, giving me the opportunity to interrogate Joe and our parents.

"How's he been?" I ask them, not really caring who answers the question.

"He's been well. Not the greatest, still struggles a lot, but he's been alright. He's alive." Joe explains sadly.

"How have you been?" Joe changes the subject to a happier tone.

"I've been great! It was amazing. The things I have seen is incredible." I start explaining to him and our parents how I traveled, where I traveled. Some of the things I did and some of the things I've seen.

I neglect to mention that I've barely been eating. I'm sure they noticed the weight loss when they first saw me, but it's not too bad. I know I've been anorexic before and I'm still anorexic, but not as bad as I've been before. I know I won't get bad as before. Everyone knows I've had it. They'll get me help before I get too far. I'm sure they'll notice if I get too bad.

We get home soon and I first take my stuff up to my room. When I get there, it's cleaned up. It is cleaner than it was when I left.

"I kept it clean." Nick admitted shyly. He was behind me, had silently followed me up to my room.

"I know you slept in here. I often saw my bedroom in the background when you called me." I tell him. He blushes and nods. "It's okay. I thought it was cute." I grinned.

The weather is nice and we're celebrating I'm back. We're barbecuing tonight.

I feel up for it, but not as much as I did when I was just a kid. I'm still a kid, but I meant when I was about 5 till 15 years old. Before the whole trying not to eat thing started.

We were singing along to 5 Seconds of Summer. Just because the boys have their band, doesn't mean we listen to their music much. I do, but they don't. Frankie and I are their biggest fans.

Who can blame us? We're their siblings. Mom and dad might not be far behind us, but we're obviously winning when we're wearing our Jonas Brothers merch.