How Harry Met Molly (One Direction)

Biologically, the purpose for romance and attraction is the furtherment of our species. Procreation is the name of the game. But, as human have evolved into the self proclaimed dominant species, we were tricked into the idea of emotions. Emotions are great, actually. Fascinating. If you ever learn a bit about psychology or neurology you'll learn how fantastic emotions are. Fear and sexual arousal and anger are all pretty much the same, which explains the appeal of hate sex. The most fascinating emotion, however, is love. How oxytosin and dopamine and seratonin can be released and trigger parts of the brain in order to tell the conscious mind that yes, you are in love with this individual. And it is all in order to make the perfect babies and the perfect species.

I'm not bitter, I'm in love. I'm completely happy with love. It's fascinating, though. All of these psychological scientific explanations but none of them will suffice. Destiny, however, often suffices just fine.

This is not my story of love, not primarily anyway. This is the story of Molly and Harry.

Molly was a lovely girl. Harry was a great guy. However, their end was less than fantastic.

It all started on a rainy fall day just outside of New York.