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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13. Good Day At School

Please, please read the authors note at the end!! Super important!!!!

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Millie's POV

"And with that ladies and gentlmen, this class is done," announced the lecturer. I quickly shoved my folders and textbooks into my bags and sped out of the hall hastily. I had had enough of the history of english for about a year.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket as I weaved in and out of the other students in the hall. Great, it was twitter. Someone had mentioned me in yet, another twitter message.

For the past 2 days, I had had non-stop tweets from random people asking me what I had mean't, why I hadn't finished my tweet, that I should get some balls and just tell them.

God, if I only I could tell them to shut up but I couldn't. I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. But it hadn't only been random Twitter followers, Louis had texted me countless of times telling me to just send the next part or to stop being over dramatic or whatever but I really couldn't care less.

If only he knew what was actually happening, why I actually hadn't sent the tweet and what was holding me back or who was holding me back.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that it was pouring with rain until I felt the water being absorbed by my clothes.

"Ugh, god dammit," I muttered and ran under the main entrance cover of my uni. I had to leave now! I was due to be somewhere and I had to go or a certain someone was going to kill me! I muttered a few colourful words under my breath and dug my phone out my pocket.

Luckily, I had put Imo on speed-dial and quickly asked (or in my case, ordered) Imo to come pick me up. I groaned and at that moment, felt as happy as the weather.

Look Millie, I know you are ignoring me but don't forget to come tonight. That way, this can all be over with and we won't have to see each other again. Just please come.

I raised my eyebrow at the text, almost as if he was right infront of me. The first time he hadn't sworn in a text message to me, now that was a surprise.

I'm coming.

I wasn't really up for a long conversation with him, like he said: we won't have to see each other again and that, I was fine with.

Just as I locked my phone, the sound of a car rolling up next to me sounded and I looked up praying that it was Imo. Luckily, my prayers had been answered and I didn't hesitate to sprint to her car and jump in.

"Good day at school," chuckled Imo. "Not in the mood Imo," I grumbled. "Well someone's on her time of the month," she muttered although I could sense a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Um, I'm going out tonight but not for long. I should be back before nine, hopefully," I mumbled, staring out at the bleak sky ahead of us. Imo nodded but didn't say anything, she sensed I wasn't in the mood for a whole interogation of where I was going.

As soon as we arrived at our flat, I jumped out and raced back into the car, not to mention that it was still pouring with rain. I immediately went upstairs and had a nice, soothing shower.

Showers always calmed me down, in the shower, I could just think without anyone disturbing me and just have a DMC with myself. (DMC = Deep Meaningful Converstation) Unfortunately, after a while, I realised that I couldn't stay in the shower forever and got out.

I changed into some dry clothes and checked the time. I had half an hour to get there and I hardly knew the place I was going to. I was going to 'apologise' to people I had never met and then just leave.

Exciting much.

Sighing, I grabbed my bag and my umbrella and said a quick 'bye' to Imo. I clambered in my own car and started the ignition, thoughts of what was going to happen drilling in my brain.

It was going to be so awkward to say the least. I mean how were you supposed to have a regular conversation with people you supposedly hate and have 'sent hate' to them?

Before I could even comprehend this, I found myself parked outside a gated house on a random street. Looking at all the other houses on this street, I could definitely tell that the people who owned them were definitely well off.

I got out of the car cautiously and walked up to No. 10 which was the number which Louis had told me. Peering through the gates, I spied a big, glass house lit up with lights and expensive cars out front. I rolled my eyes and pressed on the bell which was rammed right in my face.

"Hello?"

It was the sound of an Irish voice, turning slightly English but definitely Irish. 

"Um, hello, it's erm, Millie."

I had no idea whether they would know I was coming or who I was. I doubted that Louis would have talked about me lots, especially when he hated me so I didn't really expect to know who I was.

"Oh, erm, ok. The gates are opening."

I nodded but realised that he wasn't actually infront of me and mumbled an "ok" back to the Irish dude. The gates opened slowly and I felt my foot start to tap impatiently. Once it was open wide enough, I slithered through and walked up to the house.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, the door opened revealing a familiar brown hair and dark eyes. "Louis," I said, raising my eyebrow at me. I may have been in his house but that didn't stop me being sassy.

"Millie," he said, rolling his eyes and glaring back at me. "Well, aren't you going to let me in so we can get this over with?" I asked. He huffed and stepped back. "Thanks," I muttered and walked in.

"Why didn't you reply to--" "Your texts, I know and why didn't I write the second half? Because of circumstances but we can talk about that later," I interrupted him.

"But--" "I said later," I said angrily and walked through the house.

Oh how I couldn't wait to get it over with.

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So first..... I am SO, SO, SO SORRY that I haven't updated in ages but I have had to revise for agessss and exams are coming up next week and I am really, really freaking out but that isn't what I wanted to say.

Basically:

Over the last few chapters, I have been hardly getting any comments. I know it sounds really selfish and stuff but comments really do mean a lot and even though, I haven't been able to update as often as I would have liked, I promise that I will always update in a matter of a week!

I feel really sad because I feel as if no one is reading this book and even though, I know you are, it just doesn't feel like you aren't and comments are really helpful!

I honestly don't mind if they are critiscm (but please constructive) or if they are just 'update' or something but please, please commment because it's really sad just going on and seeing no comments.

I'm really sorry for this long rant and that the chapter wasn't very good but I promise that the next chapter will definitely not be boring!! PROMISE!!!

Please fave, like and comment!!

Love you all,

E x

 

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