One Direction is arguably the most influential boy band of the decade. With four dreamy, kind-hearted boys making up their ensemble, it's hard not to develop a soft spot for one, if not all of them. Personally, I fancy Harry Edward Styles most, thanks to his killer green eyes, infectious laugh, and loving personality. Now I know there are many girls out there who have taken a special liking to the curly haired, dimpled singer, just as I have, but the difference between me and those other girls is compatibility. I am by far the most compatible match for Harry, and the undeniable proof is in these five reasons.

1. Avocados.

To anyone who's a fan of One Direction, it comes as no surprise that Harry Styles doesn't like avocados. He hates them, actually. This is why dear Harold and I are completely compatible -- you see, I love avocados. Those green little bundles of goodness would never be an issue in our relationship. Harry would take me out for a Saturday brunch somewhere quaint and romantic -- the perfect little cafe. We would sit out on the back patio under a trellace of roses. I would order a spring salad with two medium boiled eggs, Harry would choose a turkey croissan'wich, minus the avocado, with a side of banana. We would sip our coffee, enjoying each other's loving presence and the crisp morning air. We would talk with one other as if it were as easy as breathing, and there wouldn't be an issue when his food arrived, avocados and all, because he would look admiringly to me as he scooped the fresh slices onto a plate, passing it my way, laughing to himself at my profound love of avocados as I added them to my salad.

2. Similar personalities.

Being a comedy major, I (and my roomies in 901) would say that I'm a pretty silly person. I love causing a ruckus and making people laugh -- just like Harry. The kid's a goofball -- always making jokes, poking fun, and embarrassing himself -- much like me. We're both lighthearted, high-spirited, slightly comical people. All I'm trying to say is that quirky attracts quirky, and Hazza and I would be the quirkiest couple out there.

3. Fashion balance.

Fashion and I have never been the best of friends. I try and understand the latest trends and execute them perfectly each morning, but more often than not, I end up groggily rolling out of bed and heading to class looking like this:

You think that's bad? You haven't even seen my grey-on-grey combo featuring sandals and lobster socks. It's not that I don't like looking presentable, it's just that I need a little assistance in figuring the whole "fashion" thing out. This is why Harry is the perfect person for me. Deemed number six of GQ Magazine's "50 Best-Dressed Men in Britain," Harold has impeccable style. From Yves Saint Laurent boots to Gucci floral suits, sweet, sweet Harry is always on his A-game, which is why most times he is spotted out looking something like this:

Now I don't know about you, but when I look at those two pictures side by side, I see balance. I see two worlds -- the fashionable and the unfashionable. The hip and the unhip. The model and the trash bag. Think of the world peace Harry and I could bring forward by showing everyone how two very different people can work together when love is at the center of their wardrobe. Isn't that beautiful?

4. Hatred of mornings.

Harry and I are both very busy people. Him constantly jetting around the world as a member of the global sensation known as One Direction, me constantly watching cooking shows in bed while consuming a whole bag of Hot Cheetos -- I'll be the first to admit that we live exhausting lives. Which is why it makes sense that neither of us are morning people. We need rest from our demanding schedules, and the best time for rest is in the morning. This is why Harry and I are so very compatible. In our relationship, we could collectively agree that mornings just don't exist.

5. Nipples.

My last reason is probably my favorite. 0.6 percent of Caucasian infants are born with more than two nipples. That's a pretty small percentage if you think about it, and Harry and I just happen to both be in that window. With him having four nipples and me having three -- we're a match made in heaven. Simple as that.

Thanks for stopping by! That's all I have for you this week, but still, these are some pretty valid reasons as to why Harry and I are meant to be, right?

All the love as always. H.