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.


11. Accept the Apology

Millie's POV

Why was I crying? Well, because that fucktard, Louis Tomlinson brought up the subject that I desperately did not want to go over! I wasn't really crying, I was just upset.

I felt like crying and a tear had escaped my eye but I was just left like that, the lone tear rolling down my cheek and making me feel all miserable. I rolled at myself in the mirror. Louis wasn't worth crying over, neither was the reason that I was supposedly 'crying'.

I took a deep breath and straightened my hair slightly. I was just going to go out there and pretend like that dic- Louis had never said anything and we were just going to sort this thing out.

I opened the door and a few heads instantly turned around, giving me sympathetic looks. Of course, Louis looked like he wasn't interested in the least. I rolled my eyes and made a face pointing to Louis which made a few people laugh loudly.

Louis turned round and I sent him a sickly sweet smile which only made his eyebrows frown with confusion and his lips purse with frustration. I walked up to him and sat down, sighing heavily.

"So, shall we carry on?" I asked. He looked at me in surprise. I guess he wasn't expecting me to go all crazy on him and demand an answer as to why he asked me all those questions but hey, I was the mature one in this...

I didn't even know what to call us. Well, we weren't a couple. No. Fucking. Way were we a couple. And we definitely weren't friends. We weren't friends with benefits, that would just be... No. I had no clue what sort of relationship we had with each other.

"Um, yeah, I guess," he mumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket. "So, what are the options," I breathed out.


Half an hour later, full of awkward tensions and sassy comebacks, we finally found an idea. I was going to have to apologize on Twitter and not reply to any twitter mentions. Then I had to go to the boys and apologize to them.

I was dreading the last part. Not only was I going to have to say sorry when I didn't even mean it but to the people who I was hating against. Just the thought of that made my stomach fill with nerves and anger.

It was going to be the hardest thing to do. It was going to bring back the past which I just hated to remember.


"So, I guess we are finished," said Louis awkwardly, taking a last swig of his coffee. "Um, yeah," I muttered and glanced out the window. I stood up and packed up my things, while Louis stood their awkwardly.

I was even surprised that he was waiting for me to clear up. He had manners. Now that was something I was not expecting. I looked up and he had his hands shoved in his pockets, looking down at the floor as if fighting something.

He was restraining something and I wanted to find out. Don't ask why, I just did. "Is there, erm, something wrong," I asked. He jerked his head up and his eyes hardened with hatred.

I instantly regretted asking what was wrong and sighed. "Well, I'll be goi--" "Wait!" he called, interrupting me. I looked at him, raising my eyebrow in confusion.

"I just want to... apologize," he said. "I'm sorry that I said that and kept persisting, I just was frustrated and annoyed, I just couldn't stop," he carried on.

I crossed my arms unimpressed. "Then why did you carry on if you knew that it was hurting me?" I asked. He sighed," because I was frustrated! I couldn't help myself!" "Yes you could! You can always stop," I argued back.

"No I fucking couldn't!" he argued," just accept my apol--" "You know what, I don't even fucking care. I'm leaving and we will sort out when I will apologise to the rest of your band," I said angrily.

I spun on my heel and started to walk away like before but I felt a strong hand grasp me on the wrist. "Get the fuck off me--!" "Just accept my apology!" he roared. I rolled my eyes at him," fine, I accept your apology."

I glared at him right in the eye and then ripped my hand out of his grasp, flinging the sensations tingling in my hand out the window.

How was it even possible to get so mad by one single person? I slammed the door shut and stormed to my car, flinging the door open and angrily sitting down in the seat.

I revved the engine and sped down the road, trying to get Louis out of my mind. But it was virtually impossible. His pathetic excuses were rewinding in my head and my wrist still ached because of his strong grip.

But more importantly, I couldn't get this weird feeling out of my hand where his hand had gripped mine. What the fuck was going on?


So, this was a short chapter but I wanted to write one quickly because...  MOVELLAS IS WORKING AGAIN!!! You do not know how happy I am right now!!! This means that I will be able to update more often so YAY!! =D

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Love you all,

Mina x 

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