Haters Gonna Hate

Everyone talks about the girlfriends breaking up over the hate but what if you were the person sending the hate. Millie Cathy is sick and tired of One Direction and all their fame. She thinks that they are just big-headed and that their girlfriends are gold-diggers.
Louis Tomlinson has been noticing her tweets but it's hard not to. They are always bold and strong, either directed to them or Eleanor, Danielle or Perrie. When Eleanor breaks up with him, Louis starts targeting her, thinking that she was the reason and over twitter, things can get pretty heated.
What happens when pure and utter hate turns to something unexpected. And maybe there is a reason behind all this hate, maybe she was provoked and maybe there is an explanation.


12. 15 Minutes of Fame

Millie's POV

I slammed the door shut and flung my coat down on the floor. I was beyond angry. Ugh, why couldn't that fucking Louis Tomlinson just keep to himself and not have to mess with my feelings! And make me all angry and shit!

"Hey Mil- Woah, what happened?" asked Imo, staring at me. "Nothing," I muttered and tried to slip past her but she caught me by the wrist, rather like Louis had done about half an hour ago.

"Look, I can tell something has happened. One, I am your best friend. Two, no one comes in, slams the door and looks like they are about to punch someone and is actually insanely happy and three, I have known you for god know's how long and since then, it is very easy to notice when something isn't right."

I sighed. For once in my life, I wish I didn't have such an amazing best friend. "Look Imo, I will talk about it later but I just need to go sort something out upstairs.," I breathed. She released her grip from my hand and I walked slowly up the stairs, feeling a bit less angry now.

I shut the door but not slamming it this time and sat down on my bed, pulling my laptop from underneath my pillow and lifting the lid. I logged onto Twitter and also opened up another tab, typing into Google 'Mail Online'.

I needed to check if they had written anymore. I had hardly tweeted for the past few days and I don't think Louis had either, it felt a bit weird to tweet now since I was just going to get a bucket load of people replying saying 'you are so wrong' and all that shit.

Even though I was used to people replying, since Louis had got into the picture, it just came more and more. It didn't affect me, not in the slightest but it was just annoying to have just watch more and more tweets flying in saying stuff about me.

I scrolled through Mail Online, scanning the side bar to see anything about Twitter or Louis or '@Millieh8s1D' aka, me. Breathing out with relief, I closed the tab and started to scroll through my news feed on twitter.

I re-tweeted a few and and favorited but I soon realized that I was going to have to do this sooner or later. I took a deep breath and clicked on 'new tweet'.

Dear all, I know I have hurt lots of people and I know that I shouldn't have done it. Most of the people who read this, won't believe what..

I pressed 'tweet' and carried on.

I'm saying but I am deeply, deeply sorry. I didn't mean for people to be hurt and I didn't even think I would get noticed so I am very sorry.

The cursor hovered over the button and my finger nearly pressed on the button but I paused. Why was I doing this? I wasn't even sorry. I know that sounded horrible but people didn't know me as I didn't know them.

How could I be sorry if I didn't know them. How was I supposed to press that precious 'tweet' button if I didn't even want to tweet it? It just didn't feel right.

Louis POV

I walked in quietly and shut the door, peering into the sitting room where I heard the tv blaring out. I had managed to calm down a bit since the meeting with Millie and I knew that I had to tell the boys what was going to happen, whether they were talking to me or not.

I walked into the sitting room where Harry was spread across, staring at the tv screen. He briefly looked up but then looked back at the tv again. I sighed and walked over to the sofa.

"Look Haz, I know you may be mad but we are in the process of sorting something out. On tuesday, Millie is coming over to apologise to all of you and then everything will be ok. Right now, she is apologising on Twitter and her 15 minutes of fame will be gone.

Harry looked up at me and raised his eyebrows," she is apologising on Twitter?" I nodded and sat down on the sofa almost nervously. "Well, it's taking her bloody ages to," he muttered and straightened up into a normal sitting position.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Here," he grumbled and passed his iPhone to me. His screen was showing the all-too familiar Twitter page of @Millieh8s1D and her last tweet had been half an hour ago.

Dear all, I know I have hurt lots of people and I know that I shouldn't have done it. Most of the people who read this, won't believe what..

And that was it. "Won't believe fucking what!" I shouted. "Beats me," Harry muttered, snatching his phone away from me. Why wouldn't she just say she was sorry? Why couldn't she get this over and done with? 

"Oh and I am away on Tuesday," Harry said, climbing off the sofa and walking into the kitchen. I followed him cautiously," what do you mean?" "I mean that I am not free on Tuesday," he said rolling his eyes at me.

Why was he being like this? He was never like this to me?

"Yeah, I got that but can't you make whatever you are doing at another time?" I argued. "No because it is a date and I really like this girl," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But that is the only time Millie can do it and I am sure that this girl can wait?" I said.

He turned and narrowed his eyes at me," just because your love life went all fucked up, doesn't mean that you can rule mine and tell me what to do! I am going on this date whether you like it or not!"

Well that stung. I was still hurt about what Eleanor had done. Call me a whimp but I was and I couldn't help that.

"I'm not controlling your love life, I am just saying that Millie can't make any other day and after that she can be out of our lives!" I argued back. "I don't fucking care about this Millie girl! Tell her to make some time or move whatever she is doing!"

"But she is at college! She can't move her classes!" I shouted. "Well then, I guess that she is going to have to apologise to me personally," he spat and walked away without another word, slamming his bedroom door shut.

That had never happened. Sure, I had had arguments with Harry and all the boys but not like this. Why was he so mad?

And why the hell was I defending Millie?


Dramatic chapter!!! Will Millie press send or not???

I am sorry if that chapter was crap, I have been revising like non-stop for exams and I am freaking out!! I don't think I am going to do very well but hopefully I will.

Also, because of exams, I won't be able to update that often because I hate to admit it but my future and school come before Movellas. I love Movellas with all my heart but I really need to focus :/

Anyways, I hope that I will be able to update soon and I hope that this was a good chapter!!

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Love you all,

Mina x


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