For all Australian directioners, now that Australia Day is technically over, it's time for the greatest worry on earth. Oh, wait. That's next year. Very soon, and when I say very, I mean, very, Harry Styles, (a.k.a one fifth of my life) is turning 19. Yes. And the next year (I have no clue why I must be fretting about this now) he is turning 20. 20. 20. Then that number is equally despised by each directioner of the world. Did I say he was turning
Because 20 may even be an understatement. More like '20 20 20 I CAN'T I JUST SJKSSLSFKDJ.' But let's all put our worry back to adding the nine to one on Harry's age. I'm fretting I just... Just thinking about Harry's birthday makes me feel like this
So I had all the more trouble doing this blog post. I'm freaking out. Somebody hold me eternally as we shall dance in the blooming sun. With pretty flowers. I can't think straight it's too much for my brain. ASDFJFJDSG I JUST REALISED RON IS FRETTING WITH 'HARRY' I JUST NOOOOOOO
Thank you for dealing with me I hope I wasn't too much trouble I just
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