You're driving your daughter tahanan from school, dying to get home. The radio is softly playing. Suddenly you hear a familiar tune from several years ago. "You're insecure, don't know what for..." You gasp and turn up the radio, remembering your fandom and how much you 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!" You notice that Harry is currently singing. You laugh and smile, "Yes, Darcy, daddy is on the radio."
