It all started sophomore year. I was your typical teenage girl. I did my school work. I messed around with my friends. I had what I would consider a social life. Everything changed when I got a Tumblr account. When I first got on Tumblr I did not see the big deal about it. To me, it was boring. It was not until my best friend at the time, Gabby, asked me if I had heard about One Direction. I told her that I had and I was not really interested in them because they reminded me of a knockoff Backstreet Boys. Apparently, they were worse because they could not even dance, but that did not stop my curiosity from blooming. Gabby and I began the first stage of becoming a fan girl. We began our research. Together we learned everything we needed to know about Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Liam Payne. We saw every necessary interview. We saw the video diaries. We followed every 1Dupdate account available on Twitter. Little by little my tiny bit of a social life diminished. I was busy learning all the songs, and reading fan fiction. I had my beliefs about the boys and my disagreements. I knew the inside jokes within the fandom, the British and Irish slang, and exactly what to say to make a Directioner extremely mad. I was deeply entranced in the fandom. I began writing my own fan fiction and creating false hopes for the future. Before I knew it, I found myself in the last stage of being a fan girl. I had already gone through the tears. I countlessly defended them. I admitted they were raging homosexuals, but now it was time to except reality. The last stage. I had finally come to the point where I realized I will never meet the boys. They are growing up. They need space to live their lives. Forget the rumors. It is time to admire them and thank them. Their music helped to make me smile through tough times and their tweets make me laugh throughout the day. I do not care where they are every minute of every day anymore. All that I care about is that they are still alive, and release a new album every year. At least until they break up. Even then I will always love them. Because I fell in love with the boys on the stairs, not just the boys who sing What Makes You Beautiful.