The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 6

Amelia Rogers

My mentions have gone mad. Most of them were hate. I know I should have ignored Louis' tweet but either way, I'd still get comments. I can't just back down on a tweet, can I? He just humiliated me in front of millions of his fans and I won't take that. I don't wanna go through my mentions anymore but I can't help but read them.

@TommoBaby: @AmeliaRogers @Lily_Jones you okay Hun? Louis just owned you haha @Louis_Tomlinson

@NouisWifi: @AmeliaRogers @Lily_Jones @Louis_Tomlinson LOUIS OMFG Im lauGHING

@LouTheRogue: @Louis_Tomlinson @AmeliaRogers @Lily_Jones You tell em bby !!

@LiamsD: @AmeliaRogers @Lily_Jones @Louis_Tomlinson Louis clearing up rumors is the shit im laughing so hard

@LouisTommo: @Louis_Tomlinson @AmeliaRogers stop hating on her. She's just a fan pretending and having fun and I'm sure she was just joking around. We all do this, don't we?

Well, at least that last tweet I read was nice even though I wasn't anywhere near pretending. God. I am beyond pissed and humiliated.

Lily's been shifting beside me every now and then and she's been reading tweets about us. Both of us are getting hate but it seems that I'm getting a ton more. I told her not to reply to any other tweet to avoid making things worse and I'm glad she's obeying but she can't help but cuss and feel bad about everything.

"I am so sorry Mia, I didn't think he'd see my tweet! There are millions of them tweeting him but he chooses to reply to ours." She lets out a sigh and I see from the corner of my eye that she's looking at me.

"God, I didn't know what an incredible prick he is." She shrugs still staring at her phone, holding a hairbrush with her other hand. She's been blaming herself ever since our mentions went boom.

I just can't believe this.

"It's okay, you didn't know he'd reply or see that anyway so, yeah." I say completely blunt, leaning my head on the wall I was resting on.

Still not believing this.

Dammit.

He must be laughing right now, reading at all the hate his horrid fans are sending me. He didn't even smile at me earlier, that proves how much of a high-end arrogant guy he is. I hope I never see him again because I might just throw a fit and I won't be able to contain myself.

I'm sure everyone has seen my icon and I am praying to God that I don't come across any of his fans at school or wherever and I hope they don't recognize me. They might throw an egg or something.

I get out of the couch and I go to the bathroom to wash my face. As soon as I step my right foot in the bathroom floor, it slips in the water and everything happened so fast I realized I just landed very harshly on the ground. I get up and I wash my face, not leaning down much because my backside really hurts. I walk out of the bathroom with my left hand on my back, feeling like an old lady with aging problems.

This isn't a good day for me at all.

It's only 4pm. Something good might happen later and I hope it'll make me forget this twitter madness.

I need a distraction.

Oh yeah, I've got that paper due the next day. I'm gonna have to start working on that.

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Louis Tomlinson

"Niall, you don't know how much patience I'm using up to control myself because I swear to god I will punch you in the face!" I blurt at him loud and frustrated and I run my hand through my hair. Damn, I need a hair cut.