And I knew I was just doomed from there. And let me tell you, being an adult fangirl isn't easy. You deal with stuff like . . .
So you can listen to "Best Song Ever" on repeat while you balance your checkbook without everyone knowing.
Which brings me to . . .
It's Harry, by the way. Not Harold.
And probably balancing that checkbook and cooking dinner because you're a strong, independent woman who has to keep a household running and doesn't have time for the drama.
Like when we all thought Harry was going to face-plant at 1D Day if it wasn't for their tour manager, Paul Higgins, catching him.
I know what you guys are talking about in "Live While We're Young" when you say you're not gonna stop until you're done and tonight you're gonna get some. Cheeky.
And wave a polite hello to the younger fans who are trying to organize a ride to get there because their parents are currently at work.
And then hang said poster in your closet because your significant other won't let you hang it over the bed like you wanted.
Cool. I love them. But quit taking my money.
Look, I know I'm not going to marry Harry. My fiancé has nothing to worry about.
Just take them all.
And look at those faces. And all that hair. How can you resist loving all that?