Post 9: One Direction Infection (1/6/14)

"Bieber Fever" is a pretty popular term nowadays. At least, it was when Justin Bieber was at the peak of his career. Now the use of the term "Bieber Fever" seems to be dwindling. "One Direction Infection," a pretty similar term when you think about it, probably isn't used as much. Think about it: when was the last time you heard someone say, "I have 'One Direction Infection' "? Probably never. However lately, I feel like my so-called "One Direction Infection" has been spreading.

The week the One Direction movie came out, I was secretly hoping that my mom would buy me the movie without me even asking. Of course that didn't happen, but I can certainly dream. On the Friday of that week, however, my dad texted me saying he had "gotten the DVD" which was quite weird considering we had never had any conversations about DVDs. Upon questioning about this, I found that he had found a man who sold bootleg copies of movies and purchased the movie for me. I was surprised. Up until that point I had thought that he just blocked out any of my One Direction talk. Apparently not.

I'd like to say that a few members of my family are closet Directioners, a term that I made up because it describes the situation very well. They like One Direction, but they don't want to admit it because they are too embarrassed to say so.

The first example is my brother. I sometimes play One Direction songs in the car and even though he always groans when I play them, I actually caught him humming songs while doing his homework. He denied it completely, but I definitely heard him humming "Happily" while doing Geometry problems.

My Aunt Debbie is another example. She's a bit better because while she'll never admit to any adult that she likes One Direction, she has admitted to me that she likes them. She has two of their songs downloaded on her iPod, and whenever I put a song on she likes trying to guess who it is who's singing. She's getting pretty good.

My mom is probably the worst. She denies liking them, much like my brother, but unlike my brother she doesn't just hum a few songs. Her case is much more severe and she's in complete denial. Over the break she watched the movie with me and sang along to the songs she knew. She admitted that Louis was adorable, sprayed on some of their perfume when we were in a store, started singing in a store with me when their song came on, and even went as far to make up her own version of "Story of My Life" when she didn't know the words. I feel bad because this woman has a problem and it's my fault.

I honestly think that "One Direction Infection" actually exists. It seems pretty corny to call it that, but my obsession with One Direction has definitely transferred to some of my family members. What have I done?