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.

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32. Cracks in Life

Dedication to: savannah_<3 1D because literally, she gave me one of the nicest comments ever and even though it was on Summer ’09, she talked about HGH on it and oh my god, I can’t thank you enough!

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Louis POV

I tossed and turned, the covers straying off of me and falling gently to the ground. I groaned and huddled up into a ball, trying to lure myself back into sleep but it just wasn’t working.

Reluctantly, I peeled my eyes open but was met with darkness. Well, it was about 2 in the morning and this was Britain.

Unfurling from my foetal position, I splayed out like a starfish, eyes now wide open and staring at the ceiling as all thoughts of tiredness washed away.

Instead the beautiful face of Millie reappeared in my mind. Well, I wouldn’t say reappeared, she was the one that had been keeping me awake.

And don’t ask why I said beautiful.

Ever since I had returned home a few days ago from the coffee shop, maybe an hour or so after Millie had run away (yes, it still hurt to think of it), Millie had always been there in my mind.

Even if I was asked to do something or forced to avert my attention, which wasn’t very often seeing as no one was really speaking to me, Millie was still there, poking out and drawing me back to her.

Ugh, curse you Millie.

Staring up at the ceiling, it rather reminded me of my own life. Well, now at least.

It was blank and pale, not bringing much joy yet giving me a stable shelter. It had a few cracks here and there, round the corners and I guessed that was the cracks in my now, rather boring life.

Hearing something snap from the room next door, AKA. Harry’s room, it drew me back to the day of meeting Millie a few days back.

When I had returned home, disheartened and annoyed, Harry was just sitting on the sofa. The tv wasn’t on, neither the radio, he was just staring at the opposing wall.

His eyebrows were creased, his eyes filled with different emotions.

Before, I would have immediately stepped in, enquiring and never giving up until he told me what was up but as soon as his dark, green eyes met mine, he stood up abruptly and stalked out the room.

What had I done to him?

Breathing out into the silent room, I reached to the floor and pulled up my laptop, logging on and going straight to Twitter.

For a person who normally went on Twitter the whole time, I didn’t tweet as much as Niall, Liam and Harry whereas Zayn just hardly ever tweeted. I guess that was due to the fact that he had forgotten his password.

Smiling softly at some of the fan’s kind messages, I realised I had at least some people behind me.

My fans.

And I couldn’t be thankful enough.

Life goes in twist & turns, but u have t take the opportunity when it comes. Don’t run away from things bcoz in the end, they r going t come back for u.

@amydeepquotes

Ignoring the bad grammar, I read it through and through again and after some time, retweeted it because for some reason, I felt like it meant something.

Goodnight everyone :) x – I tweeted and didn’t have to wait a second before thousands of replies came in.

Shaking my head and closing the lid of the laptop, I placed it back down on the floor and went back to lying awake on the bed.

Except this time, I felt like I could actually go to sleep. Retrieving the bed covers from the floor, I snuggled up and slowly drifted off to sleep with the tweet and Millie’s tear stained face revolving around in my mind.

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Millie’s POV

I stuffed another handful of popcorn into my mouth and glared at the tv.

Why the hell had I decided to put on Mamma Mia on? I didn’t want to have to watch some mum wonder who was the father of her child with three men!

And I certainly did not want to watch the Amanda Seyfried dance around happily with her boyfriend.

Ugh, why was everyone having such a great life?

Digging into the nearly-empty popcorn bag, I shovelled another handful of the delicious food into my mouth and sat back in the sofa.

If you hadn’t guessed, I wasn’t in the best mood.

Rosie and Imo were out again and I had hardly seen them through the past two days since meeting up with Louis.

Not that I cared really.

Imo always did crazy stuff and she was always out anyway and Rosie, well, she was leaving in a few days and I was certainly relieved because whenever we were left in a room together alone, the awkward tension was terrible.

But when my mind wasn’t on where the hell the other two girls were, my mind was nearly always on the blasted brown-haired boy, named Louis Tomlinson.

As soon as his name popped into my brain (which was too often for my liking), an immense sensation of guilt surged into me and I would curl into a ball and not speak to anyone.

Ok, maybe not that far but I was well on the way.

I hadn’t spoken to him since then, not heard from him at all. I hadn’t been on Twitter, afraid of what I might see and to be honest, I had completely cut myself off from the outside world.

I hadn’t fricking left the house since then!

What was Louis doing to me?

This was not fair and I hated Louis for that. He just had to mess with my feelings, didn’t he that dick head.

I sat back further and wriggled around to get comfortable, only to sit on something hard. Groaning as I wasn’t inclined to move, I eventually hauled myself up and retrieved the object I had been sitting on.

It was my black iPhone and I muttered some colourful words under my breath. I had lost it the day I met up with Louis and since I had cut myself away from the outside world, I hadn’t really bothered to go look for it.

Looking down at it now, I saw 10 missed calls and 15 texts. Rolling my eyes, I saw most of them were from my mum asking about Rosie and then asking if I was ok as I wasn’t answering to her texts.

Replying quickly, I returned to the home page. Just as I was about to lock my phone, a familiar app caught my eye. The one and only Twitter.

My thumb hovered above it, my brain telling me not to but my heart urging me to go on and press it. Weirdly, my heart one and I pressed the app, still confused.

I hardly ever listened to my heart, I always thought it was misleading because it got you into love and all that but for some reason, I listened to it today.

Scrolling down cautiously, I stopped at a retweet from Louis.

Life goes in twist & turns, but u have t take the opportunity when it comes. Don’t run away from things bcoz in the end, they r going t come back for u.

@amydeepquotes

My breath caught and I felt a burning sensation in my stomach to go and throw up but I decided against it.

My eyes stayed firmly fixed on the tweet and it caused a pain to well up inside of me.

This is what I was thinking, I already knew this but to have this written straight in front of me just put things in perspective.

It was telling me that I had to go back, I had to stop running away and I had to run back because if I didn’t then when they did come back in my face, it was going to be a whole lot more painful.

I blinked and then jumped up from the sofa, stuffing my phone into the pocket of my sweats.

I had to go back, run back if necessary to either Harry or Louis because I had run away from both of them and I knew now that it was all going to hit me back in the face.

But as I closed the door shut of my apartment, I realised they both lived together. I knew they weren’t on speaking terms but neither of them had moved out, god knows why.

I guess I would run back to the person I saw first, whether it was Harry or Louis.

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