Someone Who Gave You So Much to Remember
Eleven years ago, feels like a lifetime ago. Eleven years ago, I was at the end of my tween years when I found a love. As cringy as that may sound, it’s true. “What Makes You Beautiful” played on the radio one night, and I was hooked. The ascent to an obsessed Directioner was quick. Binge-listening to their songs, learning the boys’ bios, their likes and dislikes, scrolling endlessly through videos and pictures of them, it was a one-way ticket for me, destination: everything One Direction. I wrote about them in my diary, crafting update after update and decorating it with articles I cut out from newspapers without anyone noticing. Then came newfound acquaintances with classmates who shared my love for the band. Our combined love made us die-hard fans. We learned the lyrics, belted out their songs during free periods and recesses, and made our own fan book filled with articles and pictures of our boys. We welcomed boys who shared a love for their mu...