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.


24. Questions and Answers

I am super, super sorry that I haven't updated in forever but I have had hardly any time and school is so damn, freaking hard.

Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to: NiallsGirlClover_ because her comment cheered me up and fired me up to crack on with this chapter :) (That sounds really weird, I am deeply sorry)


Millie's POV

I groaned and ruffled around in my bed, pulling the covers over my head and trying to ignore the slight headache pounding almost softly in my head.

I groaned even more and cursed at the sun, wishing that for once in England, it was raining. Why had mother nature decided to change it's course. Guess someone was on their time of the month.

Realising that the sun wasn't going to go away and that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, I unwillingly pulled the covers off me and crawled out of bed.

I quickly chugged a gulp of water down and floated out of the bedroom, my mind everywhere. I had almost forgotten about the cocky bastard who was collapsed on my sofa until I tried to sit down and found, what I thought at first, a corpse lying on the sofa.

I gasped but then immediatly moaned as I felt my headache pound even more. I heard Louis groan and move on the sofa and I sighed.

Why the freaking hell had I brought him back here? He deserved to be passed out on the street, with people staring and laughing at him but then I felt a pang of guilt spark as I thought that.

The Louis I had met for a brief moment didn't deserve that. He deserved a nice girl who treated him right, who took care of him and loved him and even though I really, really liked that side of him, he deserved better.

Don't take that as I liked him. No. Definitely and utterly no but the way I liked the different 'Louis' scared me slightly. I shook my head and trundled into the kitchen, making my way to search around the cupboards for some advil.

I groaned and rested against the counter of the island in the middle of the kitchen. "You alright?" mumbled a familiar voice. I spun round and my eyes widened seeing Louis right infront of me.

And when I say right in front, I mean right in front. I blinked and he smirked that cocky little smirk which I absolutely hated. "What do you want Louis?" I muttered.

"You didn't answer my question," he said, raising his eyebrow. "Didn't answer mine," I retorted not backing away. He rolled his eyes and inched closer, so much so that I could almost feel his alcoholic-laced breath hitting my face.

"So, you alright?" he asked. I shrugged," meh. I have been better. I mean when I had chicken pox at age 5 was better than being stuck with bringing back you home."

He chuckled and smiled," you were stuck with bringing me home?" I cringed slightly, remembering the events of the previous nights. "Well... erm... there was no one--" I was interrupted by his smirk widening and I just frowned.

"So you would rather that I left you there, on the floor throwing up surrounded by people who couldn't give a shit about you then be somewhat safe here?" I asked, annoyed that he was taking this for granted.

His face softened and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the different 'Louis'. "I never said that, what I mean't to say was thank you. To be honest, I was surprised. Not because I thought you were a mean person but I thought you would be somewhere else, you know with a man or something."

"So you are saying that I'm a slut? Thanks a whole lot Louis, made me feel a whole lot better. In the past 24 hours you have made me feel like some mean bitch and then a slut, thanks a bunch," I hissed, refusing to cry.

"No, please Millie. I honestly don't mean it like that. You are beautiful and I thought that some other guy would have--" "You think I'm beautiful?"

His eyes struck with confusion and then realisation. He thought I was beautiful. Louis Tomlinson thought I was beautiful. Beautiful.

Normally, I would have been happy or blushing at the thought but Louis! Why, out of everyone in the whole entire world, why did it have to be him to call me beautiful?

Louis just stayed silent, not retreating against his words, not pretending that he didn't know what I was talking about. I was speechless. I wasn't blinking and I just stood there in silence, wondering what the hell was going on.

"I think I, er, need to go," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. All I could do was nod and stutter some unaudible words.

Louis scuttled away quickly and I heard some ruffling around in the sitting room. I was still stunned but this time, I felt able to move. I glanced up at the digital clock hanging on the wall and gasped.


It was saturday.

That mean't Rosie. 

Shit, shit, shit.

I ran into the sitting room, seeing Louis do the finishing touches to the sofa, clearing it up and straightening around the cushions. We immediately made eye contact but this time, he was the one that broke it.

"Millie, thanks for letting me stay and god, I really owe it to you but I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean that you are a slut, you are no way a slut, you are... beautiful and I'm sorry for making you feel awkward around me," he said.

Throughout all the other times he had apologised, I hadn't known whether he mean't it or not but this time, the sense of honestly was revolving around him, it was looming in the air, as cliche as that sounded.

"It's erm, fine but I don't mean to be rude but you kinda need to go. I have someone coming round and I... Basically, you just need to go," I said, trying to ignore the feelings swirling around my stomach.

His eyes flashed with hurt and I felt so bad but this was important. He had to leave.

Louis nodded and grabbed his jacket from the edge of the sofa. I awkwardly walked him to the door and he walked out, neither of us uttering a word.

Just as I was about to close the door, I felt a hand push back on it. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked round seeing Louis, with a fighting expression on his face.

I could sense that he was holding something back but I didn't really have time to deal with this right now. "Look, Louis, if you are--"

"Millie, I'm sorry ok. I'm just... Sorry."


Slightly dramatic chapter, tell me what you think in the comments down below!!!! I kinda liked that chapter, it reveals some things about each other.

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Love you all,

E x

P.S. I am thinking of doing a ship name for Louis and Millie but not really sure?? Tell me what you think!!

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