So as we all know I love One Direction. To the point that when I heard they were giving out wristbands to 500 fans at 6 am at Barnes & Noble in order to get a book signed by the boys, I showed up with my friends at 6 pm at night. 12 hours baby. You'd think we were the first ones there, right? WRONG.
Over 500 girls had already showed up. Which parent allows their eight year old to spend the night at a mall?! Why?! We were promptly forced to leave by a security guard. And let me tell you, this security guard had major sass issues.
Why do I care so much? Because I am almost 20. Listening and obsessing over a boy band is the one thing (oh yes i did that) that keeps me tied to being young and immature. When that sassy overweight security guard (who looked fresh out of middle school) denied us the joy of staying up all night (1:27 is where its at) for just the chance of touching these boys, I felt like my childhood had been stepped on. Then thrown against the wall and shred into little bits.
Soon I'm gonna be in my 20s and will have to do classy things like eat in healthy portions, give confident handshakes, and go to bed before 2 on the weekends. I just want to be immature and carefree with the ability to passionately love a boy band who will never know of my existence, is that too much to ask for?
|Niall, Zayn, and Harry lookin fine.|