Haters (1D Fanfic)

Elizabeth, Liza for short, hates One Direction....well, that is strong but she doesn't care about them, she hates how all her friends gush and make goo-goo eyes at boys that have absolutely no chance at. It pisses her off. Then she enters a contest....not really.....where if you win you get to live with One Direction for a month.


1. One

Elizabeth sat in the doctors office, waiting to be called in. She glanced at the magazines, all One Direction. But, for once the 1D article caught her eye. Picking up the magazine she scanned the front. It said "1D Has Love For Haters!" flipping to the page the info was on Liza was surprised. If you wrote in by the date you could win a trip with 1D, live life with 1D for a month, and it asked for Haters to write in on why they hated 1D, and why they should get to meet 1D and judge them.

hearing her name being called Liza ripped out the page and stuffed it in her pocket then walked up to see her doctor.


As Liza was doing her laundry she felt a crinkle in her jean pocket. Oh, yeah the magazine. She thought. Taking the paper out she scanned it again and decided to right in, not to meet 1D but to give them a piece of her mind.

Slowly she composed the letter in her head...

Dear, Who ever reads this.

I don't hate one direction, nor do I love them. I find two of their songs kind of good.

I decided to write this because no real haters get this magazine nor would they want to spend time with the people they hate, so you only wasted money and time. I am writing this to let you know that haters don't hate, they are indifferent. Well, I am anyway.

Have fun with whatever fake hater you choose.


a non-hater, Elizabeth

She sat back and cracked her knuckles. "Mom! Can I have an envelope?" She asked as she left the room.

Coming back with a envelope Liza put the address of the studio, or whatever it was, and put her contact info, not like she was going to win.

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