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