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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16. Weakness

Millie's POV

As we opened the door into yet, another corridor I mentally smacked myself. How the hell did I just agree to go to a concert with that loser to listen to the worst music in the history of the world!

Ok, maybe I was slightly over exaggerating but I really did not like their music, it was so mainstream and everyone had heard it all before. But even that didn't make the experience of going to one of their concerts any more enjoyable.

"We're here," said Louis, shaking me out of my thoughts. I sighed yet inside I was a nervous wreck. Louis pushed open the door and the sound of loud chatter filled my ears, stopping almost instantly and the eyes of each person in the room on me.

I felt so uncomfortable and just wanted to run out the room but that would show a sign of weakness and I wasn't weak. I crossed my arms and scanned the room, recognizing the familiar boys whom I had met a few days back.

But it was the curly-haired, green-eyed boy who caught my eye, his eyes widening and his mouth turning into a confused yet angry frown. 'Millie' he mouthed. I ignored it and tore my gaze from him. "So..." I said awkwardly, turning towards Louis who seemed to be studying me.

"Oh, um, yes. Boys!" Louis called, scratching the back of his neck and looking away from me. The boys got up, almost cautiously and I could feel Harry's eyes fixed on me but I refused to look at him. That was a sign of weakness and there was no way I was going to give into that pathetic use of flesh and bones.

"We'll leave you to it," muttered a random, burly man, giving the boys and I a curt nod and leading the rest of the unwanted adults out of the room. I watched the adults leave and then turned to the boys, well at least 4 of them.

"Seeing as I don't think any of us actually want me to be here, I'll make this quick," I said, straightening up and finally, turning to face Harry only because I had to. My breath hitched in my throat but I told myself not to be stupid and to carry on.

"As I said to the others, I am deeply sorry about what I have done. I didn't even think that you would notice my tweets and I thought you were used to them but I guess, you weren't and I am very sorry about it," I said.

Harry didn't say anything but his eyes kept on studying me, his lips in a hard, pursed line and his figure stiffened and rigid. "But she doesn't mean it," said Liam curtly.

I spun on my heel and set my gaze on Liam, my eyes narrowing onto him. "How the hell do you know whether I mean it or not?" I growled. "Because--" "Because I can see it in your eyes," Louis interrupted Liam.

My gaze flickered to him and I stood there quite surprised. Was I that easy to read? I had always thought of myself as walled up, no one really knew what I was feeling unless you were Imogen or my parents.

"What do you mean?" I said angrily but quietly, almost a whisper. "Your eyes, they... I don't really know how to explain it but I can tell," he said, shaking his head slightly. I cursed under my breath but turned back to Harry.

"Well, there it is and I do apologize for what I have done," I said. "Do you mean it?" asked Harry. I rolled my eyes at him," what is with you guys and meaning stuff? God, go write the dictionary and then you can write what each word means, just don't come running to me and I ask if I mean it."

I swiveled round and walked out, knowing that this was hardly an apology but hopefully they would just take it and leave it. I slammed the door shut and started walking down the corridor, only realising that I had no clue where the hell I was supposed to be going.

"Lost?" chuckled a voice. I turned round cautiously to see Louis with a smirk written all over his face, his eyes twinkling with humour. "Well, what do you expect? This place is fricking massive! I mean, really! Who needs this many corridors in a building?" I said.

Louis laughed again and walked ahead of me," come on, I will lead you out." At that time, it didn't feel awkward. It almost felt nice. We were having a half conversation and neither of us was getting angry at the other, or insulting the other.

After a few moments silence, Louis spoke up into the silence," you know, you never told me why you didn't finish that tweet." I almost stopped in the corridor, I had nearly forgotten about the tweet. It had been at the back of my mind, always there and irritating me but I had just put it away as soon as I could.

"Not now," I mumbled. Louis' expression hardened and he stopped in front of me. "You always say that but when is 'now' going to come? I need to know!" he said. "You will find out, maybe some other time but be patient for god's sake," I argued.

He gripped my arm and I winced in pain," just tell me." "Please Louis, get off of me," I said, trying to stop my voice from cracking. "Just--" "Get off her Lou," said a voice. Louis eyes softened with realisation and he immediately stepped away from me, releasing his grip.

"God Millie, I'm sorry," Louis said, running his hands through his hair. I turned round to see who had said it but there was no one. I shook my head and turned back to Louis. His eyes were filled with guilt but I wasn't in the mood of forgiveness.

I brushed past him, bumping shoulders and muttering under my breath," dick." I walked out, knowing where to go from here and striding into the car park. The twinge of pain was still there but I ignored it. I had let out a sign of weakness and I was annoyed with myself.

But what really got me was why Louis seemed so guilty. Sure, you don't go up and hurt a girl and not feel bad but it was so deep, I nearly missed it. It just seemed... weird. 

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New chappie!!!! And I am on half term which makes everything so much better!!! My exams are finished (yayayayayayyayay) and finally, I can just relax and write!! SO hopefully, updates will be coming up much sooner!!!

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