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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6. How About No

Millie's POV

I checked my phone for about the thousandth time that day and groaned when I saw no more messages from @Louis_Tomlinson. I was slightly scared at my actions, I had no clue why I wanted him to reply.

I mean I had won, he was obviously a dick and my mentions weren't blowing up with people saying: You are so mean or Ugh, why are you such a bitch and Do you even know who are you talking to?

I found the last ones quite funny but it was pretty annoying having people just randomly tweeting you. I still got quite a lot but it had thankfully died down.

I shoved a mouthful of Coco Pops into my mouth and updated Twitter again. I groaned and slid my phone across the table when there were no tweets from the famous Louis Tomlinson.

"What is going on Mils? You are constantly checking your phone every 5 seconds, I can't even have a proper conversation with you anymore," Imo complained, standing up obviously annoyed and pushing the chair in.

I sighed and locked my phone. "Sorry, I have just been... Busy," I mumbled. She rolled her eyes,” well maybe when you aren’t so busy, we can hang out.” And with that she stormed out of the kitchen.

The door slammed shut and I hit my head on the table. Why did Louis have to reply to my message and get me all annoyed? This way I would just be leading my normal life and my best friend wouldn’t be mad at me.

I groaned and mentally cursed Louis, why was he so fucking annoying? I walked out the room and searched through the flat but Imo wasn’t there. I guessed she had gone out; she always did that when she was mad with me.

I stumbled to my bedroom and opened up my laptop, telling myself not to go on Twitter. I needed to force off this habit, for my sake and Imogen’s sake. I fumbled around on the keyboard, trying to think of something to search apart from Twitter.

I finally came up with Mail Online so I quickly typed it in and clicked on the website.

Justin Bieber isn’t over Selena Gomez!

Victoria Beckham gets outdone by her little daughter, Harper!

Nathan Sykes of The Wanted has had to have emergency surgery!

I rolled my eyes at these people. All of these celebrities’s just fucking up their lives. And who actually wanted to read about Kim Kardashian’s hips getting bigger? She was pregnant anyway!

Suddenly, I felt my finger stop scrolling and my eyes were transfixed on the header.

Louis Tomlinson gets into a twitter spat with an unknown girl.

I quickly clicked on it and raced down the page.

Louis Tomlinson got into a row with an unknown twitter user, @millieh8s1D. They were seen fighting over a previous tweet she had written which had been ‘horrible and trashy’.

Louis tried to target her but @millieh8s1D seemed just too clever for the 21 year old, Doncaster boy, referring to how he spelt things wrong and using ‘lame’ excuses.

It is yet to find out who @millieh8s1D is and if the two have any known relationship or if they know each other personally.

I was frozen. My body wasn’t moving and somehow my heart was still pumping. They could find out who I was! I wasn’t ready for this, I wasn’t made for this. I just wanted for all those stuck-up celebrities’ to get a life.

“Shit,” I muttered and exited the tab. As this was an emergency, I logged onto Twitter and immediately saw my mentions were blowing up again. “Shit,” I mumbled again and searched for @Louis_Tomlinson.
He had tweeted nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. The last tweet he had sent had been ages ago.

Suddenly, I saw a DM pop up and I pressed on it, praying that it wasn’t some random directioner I had accidentally followed.

My heart, I swear, stopped and I gulped as I saw Louis name come up.

L: We need to talk.

M: No shit Sherlock.

L: Stop trying to be clever, this is serious. We are in deep shit.

M: I wasn’t trying to be, I simply am and I know we are, I am not a retard.

L: You are acting like one.

M: Oooh, being a little clever clogs are we?

L: Shut up, we need to meet.

M: Erm… How about NO.

L: We have to! We need to sort this out!

M: Just tell your management (or what you probably call them: slaves) to clear it up for you.

L: I do not call them slaves! And they aren’t going to help us, I have already talked to them and they said that we have to clear it up.

M: Ugh, well than just tweet something and be like ‘It was all a joke’ or something.

L: Who do you think is going to believe that?

M: Erm, I don’t know? Maybe, all your fans who just happen to be about 6?!

L: I am laughing so hard. *Note the sarcastic tone*

M: I am glad I made you laugh, people have always said I was witty.

L: Someone can’t read then.

M: Yeah, I know some people can’t read. They are also known as blind people but since neither you or I are blind then I have no clue as to who you are referring to.

L: Shut up, we need to sort this out.

M: Ok then, what do you think we should do clever clogs?

L: Well first, we need to meet.

M: Ain’t happening.

L: Well, aren’t you helpful.

M: I know right?!

L: Meet me at The Espresso Room in London, on Great Ormond Street.

M: Forceful much and have you taken into account that I might not live in London?

L: Well do you?

M: Yes, I do.

L: Well than what was the point in that?

M: You tell me.

L: Meet me there this Monday, 10 o’clock in the morning.

M: I’ll see.

L: Be there.

M: I’ll think about it.

He didn’t reply. He just left the conversation. I rolled my eyes and shut my laptop. I had no idea whether I was going to meet him there or not. Was he even going to turn up?

What if this was a trick! What if he came with loads of cameras and they revealed me! I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t lose my privacy. No one would look at me. Imogen would hate me forever.

Ugh. Why did Louis fucking Tomlinson have to be so fucking annoying?

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This was a very, very long chapter!! It is 1,115 words!!! I was getting so carried away with it all but hopefully it was a good chapter!!!

I really like it and I hope you guys do too!!! Will they meet?? Read and find out in the next chapter which is coming out soon!!By the way, please don’t get offended when I wrote about the fans being 6! That is just for the story!! I am definitely not 6 and I doubt that you are two!!

Please fave, like and comment!!

Love you all,

Mina x

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