You're driving your daughter home pagina from school, dying to get home. The radio is softly playing. Suddenly u hear a familiar tune from several years ago. "You're insecure, don't know what for..." u gasp and turn up the radio, remembering your fandom and how much u were a directioner. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. A small voice gasps and pipes up from the backseat, "Mommy, daddy's on the radio!" u notice that Harry is currently singing. u laugh and smile, "Yes, Darcy, daddy is on the radio."
