True Confessions Of A 20something One Direction Fan Girl

Talia Aroshas
Talia Aroshas is a Capricorn semi vegetarian who obtained her master’s degree in the art of coat checking after four years of intense study at NYC’s mostly highly regarded titty bar. Here, she double majored in high-brow sarcasm, and graduated with honors in pungent irony. As a result, she is fluent in both languages. All coats aside, after two years as Editor in Chief of one of NYC’s leading nightlife blogs, Talia realized her greatest passion to be music and is very excited to be heading 20something’s Create vertical, mostly for the free concert access it will get her. Follow her on Instagram on all her music adventures @gangsta_rap.

Hello. My name is Talia Aroshas and I am a One Direction fan girl in her (late) 20s. I am not ashamed to say that I know the first and last names of all the members, past and present, have legally purchased all of their albums, know the words to just about every song by heart, and am very excited for their stop at the MetLife as part of the Where We Are Tour. Because yes, I have tickets, and no, this ain’t my first rodeo.

Like all significant life events, I can recall all the small details surrounding my initial discovery of 1D. It was summer and hot, so I was on my bed in my air-conditioned room contemplating the great mysteries of life while listening to pop music, as one normally does. I’m not exactly sure where my direct attention was drawn at during the exact moment of revelation, but it’s forever sealed in my mind as one of the greatest in my life—next to the time my pants fell down while walking in a single file line to lunch with my third grade class.

The song was “One Thing” and it reverberated off my paper-thin walls like a glorious hymn sung by a gospel choir.

“What is this,” I demanded verbally out loud to myself as I began committing each lyric to memory.



A quick Google search told me all I needed to know about the boys, and a little soul searching revealed I was ready for the commitment. It had been a while since I fell eyes over ears for a male pop group, and the rollercoaster of emotion was one I was willing to chance. Happy with my decision, I bought their album, and preordered their next.

It wasn’t until I met my friend Kelsey about a year later, however, when that love turned to obsession, and obsession to acceptable social conversation between female friends in their mid 20s.

“You listen to One Direction too? STFU. But you wear really cool sunglasses and high top converse,” I said, genuinely shocked.

The realization occurred during one of our 8973434 workday Gchat sessions after going over our plans for the weekend.

“I’ll probably go out tonight but I really want to see the new One Direction movie so I have to save some spending money for that,” Kelsey said.

“Wait what.”

And the rest is history.



For the remaining four hours of that same work day we only talked about One Direction; who our favorites were, which songs we actually didn’t like but would never admit to not liking, what we thought about the Haylor relationship, where we saw them in 10 years, and the other hard-hitting topics. Then that Sunday after we saw the movie, a similar three-ish hour conversation followed. And of course it happened again the next day at work.

“See I’ve always liked Zayn because he’s just so hot but now after seeing the movie I kind of like Harry? Zayn is so reserved. I’m not at all. I mean like I’m so loud and stuff, like me and Zayn would never actually get along OMG it would be so awkward. So yeah I think I like Harry now. Which is kind of annoying because everyone likes Harry but I mean the other three just don’t do it for me at all.”

“Well opposites attract sometimes, Talia.”

*Yes this was an actual conversation we were actually in having in real life.*

“Yeah I know but I feel like I would be bored like even though he’s famous and stuff.”

“I kind of like Niall now.”

“Oh he’s a cutie. I support that.”

When their new album came out that November, things got much worse.

“You preordered Midnight Memories, which comes out tomorrow right?”

“Of course I did.”

The next day…

“You’ve listened to Midnight Memories which came out this morning already right?”

“Of course I did.”

If I recall correctly, the album dropped on a Monday and Thanksgiving was that Thursday. I was flying down to Florida Wednesday night to spend the holiday at Disney World with my family, but none of that stopped us from continuously discussing the album as though it were a theological revelation on the meaning of life.

“I kind of want to crawl inside ‘Through The Dark’ and live there. Like is that possible?”

“Dude OMG me too. That is so my favorite song. I mean like at least today it is.”

“Did you hear Paul Walker died yesterday?”

“Yes! So sad. That is so horrible.”

“Yeah. What are your thoughts on ‘Why Don’t We Go There?’ I don’t get why it’s a bonus track I think it’s better than most the other songs.”

“Totally agree.”

The week before I had left for my trip we also purchased tickets for their Midnight Memories Tour, and with a whopping nine months to go before the show, we knew we had to think of other things to talk about for a while.

Not that any of it stopped us from buying two matching T-shirts and watches, or attempting to drunkenly re-watch the movie on Netfilx while hanging at Kelsey’s apartment before her cable broke.

Anyway, before we knew it, the nine months had past and the moment we had been waiting for seemingly our whole lives had come.

“Kelsey it’s like we’re having a baby because it’s been nine months of anticipation and prep and now our baby is here. Like that’s how much joy I feel.”


And it was everything we could have hoped for + not more because more would have been our dream of getting spotted from the stage and being pulled on to it, fulfilled.



Nonetheless, it was pure magic. And thank god it was because all with Kelsey moving back home to Oregon, Zayn leaving the band, and tickets for their show at MetLife being offered at a discount rate on Groupon, it is sort of clear that they are quickly on their way out.

“I guess we always knew this day would come though, didn’t we, Kelsey?”

“Yeah. It’s still sad though. Although I had a sex dream about Harry the other night and that was fun.”

“OMG so jealous I would kill to have a sex dream about Harry Styles. Like, actually probably kill. Like maybe a fly or something but like it would die.”

“I mean it’s not that great because then you wake up and you’re like life sucks.”

“You know what would be worse though? Like if real life Harry was actually terrible in bed and then all of your Harry fantasies were shot for life. “

“Are we assuming in this scenario that Harry Styles might propose sex to you one day?”

“Kelsey, we assume that in every scenario.”


Although now that I think about, I’ve had a lot of terrible sex in my short life and survived, so I guess sacrificing fantasy Harry for real life is one I’m willing to make.

Hi Mr. Styles.