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.


21. You've Changed Me

First of all, I just realised that I forgot to do a dedication in the last chapter and I am deeply sorry but I have one now so here we go!!

This chapter is dedicated to: Super Cat (KJR) because whenever I see her comments, they make me smile or laugh so thank you!!!


Millie's POV

I was refusing to cry. No, Louis was not one to cry about. He was just a self-centered jerk who liked making girls feel like shit. Tears pricked my eyes but I immediately stopped myself. He wasn't worth it.

But his words stayed put in my brain. Was I really that much of a bitch? Was I really that horrible? I always knew that I wasn't that much of a popular, nice kid but was I so bad that that people were surprised to see me nice.

It hurt me. It hurt me a whole fucking lot and for some stupid reason, it made it a whole lot worse coming from Louis.

Suddenly, I felt myself bump into something and I quickly looked up. "Sorry, I didn't--" I stopped in my tracks as I again met a pair of green eyes which seemed to drill a hole into me. "Mil--"

"Get away from me," I snarled and brushed past him, quickening my pace. Luckily, he didn't call me or follow me which made me calm down a bit.

As I returned to the VIP section and to those god-dammed kids I felt my phone buzz. Ah, great. Just who I wanted to hear from. Louis. 

Please, let me make it up to you. Come out just tonight with us for the after-party and then we don't have to see each other again.  

And why would going to an after-party make up for making me feel terrible?

I honestly don't know but I feel so bad Millie and I can't just stand here, pretending that I don't feel terrible making you feel like shit.

Before you would have.

Yeah but things have changed. You have changed me.

I shoved my phone into my bag. How the flipping hell was I supposed to reply to that? And how had I changed him? Supposedly, to him I was just some annoying girl who he hated but no, apparently I had changed him?

I groaned in frustration and slumped in my seat just as One Direction came running out onto the stage. Everyone started screaming and I just sat there, fingers in my ears, trying to decipher what emotions were running through as the name Louis, popped into my head.

Hurt, anger, confusion, all these different emotions running through me and I had no idea how to stop them. A massive roar of screams interrupted my thoughts as One Direction started singing.

I groaned and got a selection of glares from the surrounding girls. Oh, screw them. They needed to get a life.

As I tried to concentrate on the music, the last text was spinning round my head. How had I changed him? It just confused me! Normally, I just changed people for the worst than for the best due to my sassy attitude and bitchy language but no, this seemed as if I had changed him for the better.


An hour or so after, the boys closed with their 'hit single' What Makes You Beautiful and if I had thought that the screaming was bad at the beginning, it rose to new heights as they started singing this awful song.

The fans screamed and screamed, I was surprised that these girls had such large lungs but I guess that is what you had to have as the job of a stalker.

As they finished more and more people started to leave and I had no idea how the hell I was mean't to get out without getting caught in the traffic. It was only then when I remembered that Louis had invited me to an 'after party' and I was meant to go.

I glanced down at my phone and debated whether or not I should go. He seemed to want to make it up to me and I had nothing else to do tonight. After this, I could go home and never see him again.

But then there was the fact of Louis. Just Louis in himself. He had hurt me today, no matter how much I tried not to admit it. I normally could take things like this well but that just hurt me in a different way.

And of course, there was Harry.

I sighed and felt my phone buzz, lighting up with a text from Louis.

You coming?

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, shaking it slightly.

I guess, where should I meet you?

Just come backstage again but meet me by the refreshments.

I didn't reply but shoved my phone into my bag and walked out of the half-empty stadium. I followed the path I had previously taken and showed my pass once again to the security guard.

I found the refreshments table and waited there awkwardly as even more people passed me. "Hey, Millie!" called someone from behind. I turned round to see Louis standing there awkwardly, with his hands in his pockets.

He was still in his clothes from the concert and his hair was everywhere, in an extremely sexy way if I dared to admit it. "Um, hi Louis," I said nervously. "So, do you wanna go? We will just catch the car with the boys and make our way to the club," he said.

"The club?" "Er, yeah. That's where we are having our little celebration. Is that ok?" he asked. I nodded and sighed silently," sure. It's fine. Let's just get this over and done with."

He sighed and I could tell he was restraining himself from saying something but right now, I couldn't give a damn.


Filler chapter, I know but there were some key details in this!! God, I sound like some teacher :p

Anyways, I hope you like it and some of you may be a tad confused with a certain someone in the band but I assure you, that the background to Millie is not cliche.

Repeat: NOT cliche!!!

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Love each and every one of you,

E x

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