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.


31. Running Away

This chapter is dedicated to: Makall because she DM'd me on Twitter and gave me some GREAT ideas for this book and she is super nice!

Y'all go check her out!

And we are in the 30’s! Can’t believe this book has got so many chapters! I estimate about 45-50 chapters in this book… I know quite long, but I didn’t realise there was so much within this book :p


Millie’s POV

My feet thudded across the pavement, winding in and out of the startled public. I couldn’t think, the breeze running against me was blowing all my thoughts into a heaped mess and I couldn’t comprehend anything.

I burst into my apartment to find it once again empty. Hell knows where Imo was but as selfish as it sounded, that was the least of my problems.

Running all the way to my room, I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto my bed. Realising in that instant that not only Imo was gone, Rosie was too.

Yes, I know they both had social lives but it just felt rather odd.

Breathing out and staring up at my ceiling, I tried to regain control over my thoughts but the only thing I seemed to gain control of was the thought of Louis face as I told him I felt nothing when he kissed me.

It was a blatant lie but after all of this, I couldn’t just admit it.

Yes, call me stupid or selfish etc. but I had pride. I knew I should have just given up and admitted, that way I wouldn’t feel so guilty but it was so hard for myself to even comprehend I felt something when he kissed me.

I supposedly hated the man!

But all I was doing was running away from things, I now realised. And this in itself was hurting my pride. In effect, I had no pride.

I ran away from Louis.

I ran away from Harry.

I ran away from my feelings.

No, I didn’t have ‘feelings’ for Harry. Not in the slightest, things were too complicated between us and if I had told Louis why I was crying earlier on, I don’t know what would have happened.

Looking at the clock I cursed under my breath, realising that I was going to be very late to meet Louis. Flinging on my jacket, I reached for my bag but got interrupted in my haste as the doorbell rang.

Muttering some rather colourful words, I opened the door abruptly, ready to tell the dickhead to go shove off and disturb someone else but by the time my eyes recognised the tall figure in front of me, I was incapable of uttering a single word.

“I haven’t got long and I know you need to go so please, just quickly,” Harry said, pushing the door open with his hand. Blinking, I found my mouth again and pushed him back.

“Not in your dreams Harry,” I sneered.

“Come on Millie, we need to talk. I know Rosie isn’t in here, I saw her go out when I came and I don’t care about your roommate,” he said hurriedly, anger looming in his tone.

“Just leave! I don’t want to talk to you! I never want to talk to you! You ruined my life, you ruined my relationship with my family and you just wanna talk?! How nice of you but I have my own life and that does not include you in it,” I said, tears brimming my eyelids.

I didn’t want to have to replay the past in my mind, those thoughts were too agonizing.

“But you have to let me explain! After all this time, you still have a grudge on me! That’s pathetic,” he stated.

Losing my temper (and about all the water in my eyes), I stepped up to him, my finger pressed on his chest.

“That’s pathetic? Well, Mr-Pop-Star, I will tell you what’s truly pathetic. The fact that ‘after all this time’, you decide to come and ‘apologise’. And you shouldn’t even bother apologising to me, you should apologise to the person you hurt the most. I’m not pathetic and neither is anything associated with me, apart from you!”

My vision was blurry and I couldn’t make out his face, just the outline of his figure. Giving him one last glare, I pushed past him, hoping he would get the message.

I sprinted down the hallway although I was pretty surprised that I didn’t crash into anything seeing as the tears spilling from my eyes were preventing me to see properly.

Somehow finding my way to my car, I slammed the door shut and hit my head on the steering wheel. I hit my head again and again before just resting it on the wheel, trying to figure out why my life was so fricking hard.

I had made mistakes, I had witnessed terrible ones as well which had then conflicted with mine but I couldn’t keep on running away from them.

One day I would have to face them and there was a niggling feeling in my brain telling me that it was going to be very soon.


Louis POV

“Here’s your tea sir,” said the waiter, placing down the brewing cup of tea down in front of me. I muttered and “thank you” back but left him and his thoughts to wander off.

My eyes were firmly fixed on the front door, almost begging Millie to come running back in. I hadn’t left the shop, just stayed, my legs not allowing me to move.

Why did she run?

To say that it hurt was a huge understatement. The pain I was feeling was so unfamiliar to me, it almost hurt me more than things like El breaking up with me.

Don’t ask why, I have no clue. Why would some girl, I supposedly hated, who ran away from me hurt more than the girl I thought I was going to marry break up with me?

I was going mad.

Positively and completely mad! What was Millie doing to me? I sounded like some sappy teenage girl who was going through a high school break-up.

Sighing, I took a sip of my tea as a new image of Millie waltzed into my mind.

Tear stains down her cheeks, eyes puffy and red, hair tangled yet pretty and her clothes ruffled with haste.

Why was she crying? Why was she crying? Why was she fricking crying?

And why the hell did it hurt me to see her crying?

I hated her for god-damns sake!

But maybe you don’t, you just think you should.

My eyes blinked at the thought, my body went rigid and my breath caught in my throat.

Maybe I didn’t hate her, maybe I actually liked her?

I know it seemed slightly odd to be having this revelation, it normally just happens but with Millie, everything changed. My mood could change with a click of fingers, my thoughts could go from calm and steady to confused and jumbled and the only person who could do that was Millie.

And for that, I hated her. I hated that she could just change me! Not change me as a person or my characteristics; just my mood.

But did that mean that she could change me to feel happy?

Ugh, she was so confusing.

She was like a one thousand piece puzzle that was jumbled up, making you excited or frustrated to be having fun or that it was taking too long to work out.

But one thing I knew:

I didn’t hate Millie, I actually quite liked her.


Extra Chapter! I don't know why I decided to give you guys an extra chapter but I couldn't wait to publish it because I am so excited for the ending of this, like the next few chapters!

My #LILLIE feels!! Poor Louis :( I felt so bad for him!

Anyways, next chapter, things are going to get interesting, I have written half of it so hopefully it will be up in the next few days!


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P & M x

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