He was all I had left.

5

Harry //

I had never really gotten over my mum's death. She was my biggest supporter. I always wanted to be a singer. Go on the X factor and pursue my dreams, but then my mum got sick. And next thing you know, she's gone. While she was in her deathbed, Gemma and I next to her, she whispered with her last breathes "go on the X factor, pursue your dreams, I believe in you harry." And her last moments she put on a smile. I never auditioned though. I never wanted to after that. I always thought that I would have his mum there cheering me on. And without her, it's as if I didn't want to do it anymore. Despite the fact she told me to do it, I just couldn't.

I tend to peck at myself for little things that probably don't matter. Like why someone reacted the way they did. I always wondered what he could've done differently and blamed himself for lots of things that were out of my control.

My house was small. One story. Everything was really neat. The bed was always made, kitchen cleaned, and tiny things like that. I liked cleaning. I would play music and clean. When I was feeling down. I would clean. But there's only so much sadness I can have and things I can clean before it's all clean.

My mom and dad got divorced when I was at a young age. My mom told me her side of the story, as she wanted me to hear it so she could be the "good guy" in the situation. I knew though. Even at such a young age, that he wasn't the only one at fault. That never changed the way I saw my mom though. She was my best friend. She was my only friend for a while. She was all I ever needed. Then my mom met robin, my stepdad, and she spent loads of time with him. I never showed my jealousy, but I was. I saw her happy and that was all I wanted.