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.


29. What Came Over Me

Before I start this chapter, I really don't want to sound rude or anything but is no one reading this movella? I have got hardly any comments and it feels like all the effort I have put into these past few chapters have gone to waste.

I know I sound like a bitch but please can I get some reassurance that my writing is not going to waste because no one is commenting or anything.

Thank you,


Louis POV

I pulled a grey beanie covering my messy hair which I hadn't bothered brushing from the morning. Not giving Harry a spare look as he left the apartment, I shovelled the last bit of my cereal into my mouth and casually popped the bowl into the sink.

Checking the time, I realised I had fifteen minutes to go so I flopped down onto the sofa and fired up my laptop.

I hadn't been on Twitter in ages since (I hated to admit it) I had got so caught up in Millie. She still hadn't written the second part to that tweet and to say that it was bothering me was a serious understatement.

Luckily, the whole incident had died down and management had told the media that Millie had apologised to us all and that everything was fine.

Of course, most of it was a complete lie, the apologies weren't sincere or heartfelt, just forced but at least there was no more questions.

Seeing I hadn't tweeted in three weeks, I typed in a small tweet so the fans didn't come up with random ideas about where I was.

That I had been kicked out of the band, that I was dead or in rehab. Who knew?

Good morning y'all :)

I sent out the tweet and as usual, millions of re-tweets and favourites. I responded to a few but then decided to have a quick look at our friend @millieh8s1d.

No tweets. None at all. None since her last one three weeks ago. Had she died or something?

Of course she hadn't, I had spoken to her yesterday but before this, she used to tweet all the time. She had more tweets than me!

Brushing that thought aside, I decided to have a look at the tweets towards her. Unsurprisingly, there were loads telling her to grow up and what not but there was a surprising amount of tweets congratulating her.

Sure, I knew that not the whole world did not like us and loads hated us with a passion but I guess I had never really witnessed it like this.

Scrolling through the tweets, I wondered if I had been right about Millie.

She had been horrible when she first met us but the times I had seen her act differently made me think this was all an act or she wasn't actually a real bitch.

Maybe she had a reason? She was never inclined to tell me and when I had brought it up, she had got all defensive so that in itself seemed to prove my thoughts correct.

But I guess everything was different now.

I had kissed her.

I had done possibly the worst thing and now whatever friendship we had was gone. Before I had put my foot in it, we had acted almost as friends but then curiosity got the better of me. Then anger came over me with the argument.

And then hell knows what came over me when I decided to kiss her!

She hated me more than ever now and I was starting to think that maybe this little ‘meet-up’ wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should have just left it and carried on with our lives, that way I wouldn’t be even more of a mess.

But I knew then that I would never have been able to leave it. It would’ve haunted me forever and I would always be longing to press the ‘call’ button.

I had no idea why that would happen but I knew it would and I couldn’t help it.

Shutting my laptop in frustration, I groaned and looked up at the clock. Realising that it was time to go, I grabbed my phone and hurried out of the flat.

Running the down the stairs and out of the building, I jumped into my car parked on the side of the street and blasted out the radio. I needed something to take my mind off Millie even if it was for fifteen minutes or so.

Humming along to La La La by Naughty Boy, I groaned as I made my car grind to a halt as I entered a sea of traffic. Hitting my head against the steering wheel, I glanced down at the time.

Shit, I had five minutes to get there! Cursing, I fumbled around in my pocket for my phone.

Rushing through my contacts, I pressed on her name and called her but I was immediately notified that:

"The person you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later."

"Dammit," I muttered and tossed my phone down onto the passenger seat. Drumming my fingers against the wheel, I became more and more impatient.

Didn't these people know that I had to go somewhere very important?


I parked my car hurriedly outside the shop and sprinted out of my car, bursting through the doors of the shop. Never had I rushed that much. I swear I got about three speeding fines.

Scanning the shop, my eyes darting from each person to each person.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry Millie. There was so much traffic and- Millie?" I asked confused.

The girl in front of me looked up and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as I realised that I was talking to the wrong girl.

"God, sorry," I muttered as she let out an amused smile. "It's fine, don't sweat about it," she said waving her hand. I gave her a grateful smile and turned to face the door.

I walked away quickly from the table and settled down at another table, scanning the room again for the dirty-blonde girl I knew so well.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I realised that she wasn't even here. Knowing that there was it very unlikely that I was going to be able to get through to Millie, I preoccupied myself with a nice game of Candy Crush.

"Er, Louis."

My head jerked up and my phone dropped from my hands, hitting the table rather loudly. "Oh fuck, I mean, er, hi Millie," I said, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

My eyes drifted to Millie as she sat down into her seat opposite me. My eyes narrowed at her as I saw faint stains around her eyes.

She had been crying.

"Millie, are you alright. You... You have been crying," I said softly. Her eyes widened but then forced a small smile onto her face which in no way reached her eyes.

"Oh nothing, just a sad film. Nothing important," she said, flashing another smile.

"That's not it Millie, I can tell, you--"

"Just drop it Lou, it's nothing. Honestly," she said, obviously getting slightly pissed off at me.


"I said drop it," she said icily.

Sighing, I sat back in my chair and looked at her.

The overgrowing passion to find out what made her cry and to beat whoever or whatever made her cry was scaring me slightly.

We sat in silence for about a minute, Millie just staring down at her lap and me just staring at the top of her head.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just have been going through some tough times. I mean apart from this whole Twitter thingy," she said, sending me another small smile.

Kind of shocked by the sudden apology I smiled back at her, both of ours actually genuine.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have been prying in your business anyway. It's not like we our best friends or anything, you keep secrets and so do I," I said although it hurt as hell as I said those words.

"Thank you Louis."


Hey y'all. Long time, no update but things are going to get more interesting. We will soon find out about Millie's reason and everything :D Oh and I know you all want to know why she was crying... You shall find out in the next update!!

Thank you to everyone who has fanned me as an author, I now have 49 fans and please can I just have one more so I can get to 50?? And nearly 60 faves on this!! THANK YOU ALL!!

And the thing at the top, I don't want like an essay or anything but just a little comment would really make my day!!

Please fave, like and comment!

Love you all to the moon and back,

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