Emmeline Adelen
The Four Stages of One Direction becomes anyone who has taken the time to find out how the boy band was incepted. The domino effect that these five British boys caused back in 2010 when they were formed on the X Factor was never predicted to become that, but it did. They didn't come in first place, but they had one thing the other contestants didn't : a host of impossibly dedicated fans and charisma; plus let's face it, none of them are ugly.
I fell in love with Harry Styles the first time I heard him sing, and then his band mates thereafter. It's been six years since the days when I sat night after night rooted and watched from my family room television as they were put together, and worked through blood, sweat and tears until they earned third place. And although most people would never believe this, I smelled their success from a mile away.
The fans are everything, and let's accept the fact that a good artist would know this. The fans make them affluent and who they are in the industry. Everyone likes the dedication of the fans and I'm sure these boys are no exception; but what happens when a fan can become a little too dedicated? Just what if the stages of One Direction can go a bit beyond four? It has never really crossed my mind until I saw it happen. . .
I, the one who created Directioner's INC. in England back in 2011 under my father, a shareholder at Google, runs the fan sites and make One Direction merchandise and a whole lot more of that fun stuff; which I'll talk more about later, saw first hand what effect these boys have on teen girls and how far they will go. Nobody except a certain record producer knows I'm behind it all, DR's Inc - that is. Most people delude themselves into thinking I'm an actual adult or something, (laughs).
I love the boys but never have I ever been obsessed with them, that is a strong word, with strong meaning. I have never ever thought about stalking the boys to a point where they felt threatened and or uncomfortable, and for crying out loud, I have never ever thought about hiding in a trash can, just to see them. I'm just too scornful, no less. Sure one or two of us girls might have sent an angry message Taylor Swift's or Ellie Goulding's direction via twitter out of pure jealousy. But no fan has, to my knowledge until presently, gone to that dark place to conceive the inconceivable thoughts and to pull out that little black book and allow that other thing to take over so much so that she would act upon her psychotic thoughts.
My story begins in the summer of 2016 when my Carrots, 1D Stagers and I received a most unexpected visit from the mothers of our Idols with fretful and worried faces, with the world figuratively in tow holding its breath, explaining to us that they needed our help because their boys : Harry, Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn have gone missing for three days. . . . .