one day, you're just a little girl who doesn't even know what being in a fandom means, and you discover a band called one direction. suddenly your whole life revolves around it; playing their songs on a repeat on youtube or mp3, memorizing choreographies that were never a thing, reading fanfics during the whole day and night, tweeting about and for them as if your life depends on it, and falling in love for the first time with the boy who wears red skinny jeans as a second skin. and then you blink, and you're 21. and the band hasn't released anything new in years, but you still remember who sang which line, you still know which song belonged to who, you still listen to them on a daily basis, you still fall for the theories every time, and your chest still tightens when "little things" plays. and then you realize you grew up with them. it was childhood love, teenage love, and even with time passing, they're still a part of who you are. happy 15 years, my boys. thank you for everything 🤍