all I can imagine is 13 year old me coming home from being bullied all day to my bedroom filled with one direction posters and sitting on my bed to watch their interviews, music videos, funny moments
it is just so strange to go from adoring a musician for years during the peak of your adolescence, have to then come to terms with the fact he is abusive and cruel in reality, and then have to learn of his gruesome death and try to fit that all into a neat statement