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Lizzie_143
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September 10, 2012 7:20pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 9
I ran to my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I was sobbing now, and didn't really know why. I guess my feelings of hatred towards Liam have been building up inside for all these years. It felt good to finally let him know how I feel. I heard a knock on my door, but chose to ignore it.
"Carly, please. Let me in." Zayn said.
"I'm changing right now. Can it wait?" I asked, trying to sound cheery.
"Actually, no. I'm coming in." he said, breaking the lock and opening the door.
"You're not changing." he stated.
"And you're not listening to me. I'm fine, really." I said, even though he could probably see the mascara streaking down my face.
"Did that really happen?" he asked, concerned.
"Zayn, it was a long time ago. Really. I'm over it." I said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. But it was.
"I don't think you are." he said.
"So what if I'm not?" I asked softly.
"Come here." he said, opening his arms and wrapping me in a tight hug.
"It's going to be alright. Trust me." he said, stroking my hair.
"Why should I trust you? You're his best friend." I said, still crying softly.
"Because I'm your roomie. And roomies have to be honest with each other." he said, making me smile. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, then I buried my face in his chest. It felt so good to finally have a friend on my side.
"Come on, we've got a house party to get back to!" he said
"I think I'm just gonna stay in here. I have a lot of work to do." I told him, closing the door after he walked away. I walked over and sat on my bed, pulling my laptop out. I checked a few emails, then got tired. I fell back onto my pillows and went to sleep.
"Carly. Carly, wake up." Zayn was calling my name. I opened my eyes and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. What could he possibly want?
"What? I'm tired." I groaned.
"Just checking to make sure you're okay." he said, patting my head.
"I'm fine, just grumpy cause someone decided to wake me up at 2:30 am." I said, rolling my eyes and going back to sleep.
"Goodnight roomie." he said, kissing my cheek and walking out of the room.
I woke up the next morning and walked out into the kitchen, only to find a huge mess.
"ZAYN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and I heard footsteps seconds later.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" I asked as he walked over to the fridge, grabbing the milk carton.
"Well, nobody gave me a drink limit last night, so Zayn just let me crash here." he said, and come to think of it, he did look hungover. And hot, considering he was shirtless.
"Okay, you are NOT going to drink from that carton. Where's Zayn?" I asked, getting impatient. I hated messes, and this was driving me crazy.
"Right here." Zayn said, walking up behind me.
"Zayn, this place is a mess! When I left this room last night, it was spotless. Care to explain?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
"No, but I'll clean it up, don't worry." he said, grabbing cups and throwing them into the garbage can.
"So, that was quite the fight." Harry said, sitting next to me at the counter.
"Not even. There's so much more I could have said. He seems clueless, like he's all innocent and stuff. But he's not." I said, taking a sip of water.
"You gotta give him a chance." Harry said.
"You don't understand Harry. I don't want to give him another chance. He doesn't deserve another chance." I said, shaking my head.
"I understand where you're coming from. But the kid knows he messed up. And to be honest with you, I think he's developed feelings for you." Harry said, winking.
"Stop it. It's not nice to spread lies like that. That's how rumors start, and how people get their hopes up, only to have them crushed. Besides, I don't like him." I confessed. And I thought it was true.
But there was something inside me that said I was wrong.
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Lizzie_143
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September 9, 2012 10:01pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 8
"Zayn, people are going to be here any minute! Get out here!" I yelled, and he arrived in the kitchen moments later wearing jeans and a tshirt.
"I still don't understand why we're doing this." he said.
"It's a house party! You just moved in, it will be fun!" I said, grabbing his shoulders and convincing him.
"Fine. But we forgot food." he pointed out. Crap. How could I forget food?
"Okay, you stay here, I'll go get pizza or something." I said, walking out of the apartment and driving to the local pizzeria.
I returned an hour later with six pizzas, four bottles of soda, and two bags of chips. I knocked on the door, which was hard to do with my hands full.
"Here, let me help you." said a guy's voice, but I couldn't see who it was with the pizza boxes blocking my view.
"Thanks." I said, as he took a few boxes. I was then able to see who it was, and I immediately regretted accepting his help. It was Liam.
"No problem." he said, holding the door open for me. I walked in and set the food on the counter then turned to Liam.
"So, Zayn invited you? I didn't know you two were close." he said, suprised.
"Actually, I live here." I said, an edge in my voice.
"That's funny." he said, not laughing.
"I'm not joking. I've been looking for a roommate, and when Zayn dropped by looking for a place, he decided this would do. So we're roommates now." I said, my voice serious.
"Oh. He didn't tell me." he said, looking even more suprised, if not shocked.
"Yeah, well..." I said, trailing off and walking away. For some reason, he was annoying me today more than usual. I've decided not to forgive him yet. I was crazy to think I might have feelings for him.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Niall shouted, and I walked into the living room, where Zayn and his friends were spread out on the carpet.
"Okay, I'm in." I said, taking a seat next to Harry.
"Okay, Carly, truth or dare?" Liam asked me.
"Hmm.. truth." I said, choosing the easier of the two.
"Tell me why you hate me." he said.
"Liam, no. You know why I hate you." I replied.
"No I don't." he said.
"Yeah, I've always kind of wondered." Louis said, jumping in.
"Guys, stop. Really." I said. But they didn't.
"It can't be that bad, can it?" Zayn asked.
"Seriously, please stop." I said, on the verge of crying.
"Guys, stop." Harry said, realizing I was upset.
"No Harry. Stay out of it. Carly, why do you hate me?" Liam asked, not ready to back down.
"I-I..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I was NOT about to explain why I hated Liam Payne in front of all his friends, and some people I didn't even know.
"She doesn't even have a good reason." Liam said. I was so upset and angry right now, I just didn't know what to do.
"You're such an a$$hole Liam. Who talks and flirts with a girl for an entire summer, only to blow her off and make fun of her for the rest of her high school years?" I asked, the truth slipping out.
People gasped, and seemed shocked that Liam would do something like that.
"You completely blew me off after you told me you had feelings for me. You made me feel special, because I wasn't the prettiest girl or the funniest person. But Liam Payne wanted me. The popular runner liked me. Or at least I thought he did." I said, tears falling by now.
Liam just stared at me, his eyes apologetic.
"There you go. That's why I hate you. And there's so many more reasons." I said, storming out of the room.
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sorry I haven't uploaded in forever! i'm really busy with college classes, and I don't know if i can upload every day. I will try to do more on the weekends, but please be patient! love you guys!

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ImmaBelieber67
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September 11, 2012 11:58am UTC

No matter how hard life is,
don't lose hope.
- Zayn Malik
Format Credit: ImmaBelieber67

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Wittysecretsandconfessions
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September 9, 2012 8:19am UTC

Anyone else remember:
When we could have Pictures in quotes
Justin Bieber facts before One Direction ones,
Everyone wanted BrandonCyrus gone,
Witty was on the verge of death because we swore too much,
We had the detox weekend,
Witty wasn't as pervy and dirty.
When we were supporting FramingMatthew
The layout wasn't at technical,
xoalicecullen, Daamnn Taylor, Thatsomee & JacieCutie ruled the Top Quotes.
Everyone was angry about ^^
No one cared if you were 12 or 13.
Of course, there were loads of other things.
But, does anyone else remember the old Witty?
Not complaining about the new Witty I was just wondering....

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Lizzie_143
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September 5, 2012 9:38pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 7
FLASHBACK
I can't believe I'm finally a freshman. I really hope things are different this year.
I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked to school.
Hopefully I would see Liam today. For once, I was excited for school.
Liam Payne is the guy I spent my summer talking to. He made me feel good about myself. Somebody actually seemed to notice me.
Once I got to school, I walked down the hallway to my new locker.
I saw Britney, the popular girl in my grade who was always rude to me.
"Ew guys, look what came back." she said, cringing at me. I just walked on by, pretending that it didn't hurt me. Liam would stick up for me.
I put my binders in my locker and zipped my backpack, then walked to my first period class, which was English.
I walked in and saw Liam sitting in the back. I lifted my hand to wave to him, and he just ignored me. Weird. Maybe he didn't see me.
I walked over to the desk next to his and sat down.
"That seat's taken." he told me. At first I thought he was joking, but then I saw his face. Dead serious. I frowned, not sure what was happening.
"By who?" I asked, suprised that I spoke with other people around.
"Me." Britney said, standing right behind me. What was happening?
I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, taking a seat there.
After class, I tried to talk to Liam. But when I went to find him, I was shocked.
He was locking lips with Britney. My heart started racing, and I ran out of the school. Which was shocking, because I don't run.
I can't believe it. I spent my entire summer talking to Liam, and he seemed really into me. I just shook my head. How could I be so blind?
For the rest of the year, Liam avoided me. And when he didn't avoid me, he made fun of me. Teased me about my weight, my looks, and my shyness.
He became a jerk, and I didn't like it. So I tuned him out.
I stopped talking to him, stopped thinking about him, and stopped wanting him.
It got to the point where Liam told me I was useless and a waste of everyone's time. And I believed him. Those were the last words he said to me before I transferred.
Am I crazy for thinking things might be different? Maybe he changed. But why did I want to give him a second chance? He made my life terrible. So why was I giving him the time of day?
Maybe I never really stopped wanting him.
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Lizzie_143
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September 4, 2012 9:28pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 6
The next morning I finished my cereal and put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. I flipped through a magazine and scrolled through my emails on my macbook, deleting the spam. I repainted my nails and turned on the radio and started singing to 'Want U Back' by Cher Lloyd. I grabbed my hairbrush and started singing really loud, not remembering that I wasn't the only one in the flat anymore. Zayn walked out of his room with no shirt on and sleepy eyes.
"What are you doing? It's only eleven o'clock!" he complained.
"Exactly! Don't you have plans today?" I asked, since I figured he did.
"No. Usually I wake up at one in the afternoon, and just hang out. Why, what do you do?" he asked me.
"Well, I have to go to the bank, then check on the club, run a few errands, meet up with my brother, schedule a dinner date with James, and go to the club for the night." I said, mentally adding things to the list as I said it.
"Let me come with you!" he begged.
"Fine. Get dressed, we're leaving in ten." I said, and he walked back to his room. A few minutes later, he walked out wearing a white tee and skinny jeans, his hair done perfectly.
"Okay, let's go!" I said, grabbing my keys and walking out the door, lokcing it behind me. Zayn led the way to my car, and I drove to the bank.
"Wow. Spending a day in your shoes is exhausting." he said once we finally got back to the apartment. I had to cancel my dinner date with James because Zayn and I were running late. He met my brother though, and it was awkward because my brother thought Zayn was my boyfriend...
"I have to go to the club tonight, are you coming?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. Lou and Nial are going out with friends, so I might as well." he decided. We drove to the club, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. I made Zayn get on stage and sing, then I worked at the bar for a little while.
"Hi, can I just get a water?" asked a guy while my back was turned.
"Sure, one minute." I said, grabbing a bottle and turning aroung. Liam.
"Oh, hi." I said quickly, handing him the bottle.
"I thought that was you. How's business?" he asked, taking a sip.
"Great actually." I replied, wiping the counter.
"Look, I need to talk to you." he said. Great. Here we go.
"What's up?" I asked casually.
"It's about the whole thing that happened in high school." he replied.
"What thing?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Carly, you know. I just, I feel really bad. I hope you know that." he told me.
"If I didn't look like this, would you still feel bad?" I questioned.
"What? What kind of question is that?" he asked me.
"One you didn't answer." I said, walking away.
He just sighed, and I rolled my eyes.
Things were always going to be like this.
We couldn't get over freshmen year, and that's what's holding us back.
I took off my serving apron and walked into the back room. I checked the books and did a few calculations before walking back out to see an old couple enjoying themselves while singing karaoke.
I was honestly in such a good place right now.
I looked over and saw Liam staring at me. I guess I should talk to him.
"Hey." I said, sitting down next to him.
"Hi." he replied.
"I didn't mean to come off as a jerk earlier." I told him.
"Don't worry about it. You have every right to hate me." he said, not meeting my gaze.
"I know. But for some reason, I'm in a forgiving mood tonight." I said.
"Carly, I don't want you to forgive me. I feel terrible, I really do." he said.
"Liam, I know. I just think we should forget about it. All it's going to do is bring up bad memories, and I don't need my past becoming my present." I said.
"Right. I totally understand." he said, watching the old man sing on stage.
"Okay. Well, have fun tonight." I said, walking away.
I really hope he doesn't try to talk to me about that year. Because I don't want to remember it. And I definitely don't want to know the truth about what happened.
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next chapter you will find out what happened between them in high school! it will be exciting, and probably something nobody expected!

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Lizzie_143
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September 3, 2012 11:40am UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 5
"Hi James! Lookin' good!" I said, opening the door to my apartment to find an adorable looking James, ready to go check out my karaoke club for the first time ever tonight.
"Hey Car, you look amazing as usual." he said, kissing my cheek. I blushed slightly and followed James to his car. He drove to the club and there was a massive line outside the front. Wonderful.
"I gotta go check some things in the back, help yourself to anything, it's on the house!" I said over my shoulder as I walked to the back room. I filled out a bit of paperwork and went through the books to see how our budget was.
About a half hour later, I walked out to see the doors just opening.
"Okay, you definitely have to sing." I said to James.
"No way. Not in front of people." he replied.
"Oh come on! You'll be better than half the people here, I bet." I said.
"Only if you sing with me." he challenged.
"Fine. At ten thirty." I said, because that's usually when I sang.
"Deal." he said, walking off to the bar. I laughed to myself and shook myself, excited for ten thirty to come.
Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves, and things got crazy when Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall walked in. They spotted me and they waved me over, so I walked to the table they just sat down at.
"Hey Carly. How's everything?" Harry asked, looking me up and down.
"Great. Can I get you anything?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"No, we're good. Thank you." Zayn said, smiling at me.
"So, uh, where's Liam?" I asked casually.
"Oh, he's coming later, he's picking up an old friend." Louis said. I wonder if I know this 'old friend.' I sure hope not.
When ten thirty rolled around, James got up on stage, and called my name into the microphone.
"My good friend Carly and I will be performing a duet." he told the audience.
"What do you want us to sing?" I asked once I got up on stage.
"Suprise us!" the people screamed.
"Okay, Tommy number 57, hit it!" said, pointing to the DJ. James looked confused, because he had no idea what song we would be singing.
"We got some Celine Dion up in here!" I shouted into the microphone. James' face got as white as a ghost as he realized what song he would be singing. I just laughed and started to belt out the theme song to the Titanic. It was my best song, really. At the chorus, I stopped singing and let James take it away. I have to admit, for a guy singing this song, he was pretty good.
During the bridge of the song, the door opened and saw a guy walk in.
Liam. And there was a girl on his arm. Liam caught my gaze, and I looked away. I grabbed James' hand and sang to him, and the crowd went wild. At the end of the song, I kissed him. And he kissed my back. When I pulled away, we took our bows, and everybody was cheering. Everybody except for Liam.
I got off stage and went to the back room, followed by James.
"What was that?" he asked incredulously.
"You're a really good kisser." I said, not answering the question.
"Thanks. But I thought we were just friends?..." he sais, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.
"But you're also my fake boyfriend." I said, winking. He smiled, and walked back out into the club, and I followed right behind him.
I saw Liam at the bar ordering two drinks, and told Cheyenne, the bartender, to make me a martini.
"Oh, hi Carly." he said, as if he didn't notice me.
"Yeah, hi." I replied.
"Liam, let's sing!" squealed the girl who was with him when he walked into the club. She looked familiar. I must have gone to school with her. Great.
"Sara, you remember Carly Thompson, right?" Liam asked, and I almost stopped breathing. Sara. Sara Anderson. Sara was the popular girl in my grade, one of the girls who made my life a living hell.
Why would Liam do this to me? Because he hates me. Right.
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Lizzie_143
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September 3, 2012 6:18pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 5
"Oh my god. You look so good!" she exclaimed, and hugged me. I don't know what I was expecting, but a hug was definitely not it.
"Thanks. But if you'll excuse me, I have a karaoke club to run." I said, kind of rudely, and started to walk away.
"Car, wait! We haven't seen each other in years, don't you wanna catch up?" she asked. Was she serious?
"We don't have anything to catch on up. We were never friends. We aren't friends." I said, making it clear as I walked over to James.
The rest of the night was fun, with James and I singing along to the songs, and meeting new customers that loved the place. At the end of the night though, I had to think about the kiss we shared. I couldn't get it off my mind.
The next morning, I woke up and made sure that my flat was extremely clean, because a potential roommate was coming to look at it today.
I threw on a white tie tank top and a pair of high waisted jean shorts. I wore my brown sandals with the outfit, curled my hair, and put on my makeup.
By the time I was finished getting ready, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the small door and opened it, not knowing what kind of person my future roommate may be. When I opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Zayn Malik, I was shocked. Was this some kind of joke?
"Carly? I didn't know you lived here." he said, walking into the apartment.
"I didn't know you were looking for a flat." I replied, closing the door.
"Something low key, you know?" he said, and I nodded my head.
"Would it be too weird if I lived here? I know things are kind of tense between you and the five of us." he said. I took a few seconds to think it over, but Zayn really didn't bother me, so I didn't mind sharing my flat with him.
"No. Not at all. And I hope you guys don't think that I hate you." I said, starting to feel guilty. These guys never did anything to me.
"Well, we all figured you're just kind of shy. But Liam, he thinks you hate him."
"That's because I do." I replied.
"But why? You hardly even know him." Zayn said.
"That's a story for another day roomie. So when are you moving in?" I asked.
"Well do you mind if I start moving my stuff today?" he asked.
"Not at all! Do you need any help?" I asked him, and he nodded.
"Alright then roomie, let's get to work!" I said, following him out to his car.
"Who knew a guy could have THAT much stuff!" I exclaimed, throwing myself onto the couch in the middle of my, I mean our, living room.
"Back off. A lot of it's necessary." Zayn said, trying to defend himself.
"Oh yeah, those thirty five picture frames filled with pictures of Taylor Swift were really necessary." I replied, making him laugh.
"Hey, she's photo worthy." he responded, which only made me laugh harder. Throughout the day, I got to know Zayn more, and he was actually a really funny guy. I had a feeling he would be a good roommate too.
"Okay, so seriously. What's going on between you and Liam?" he asked.
"I really don't like to talk about it." I said, my eyes staring at the floor.
"Carly, come on. It can't be that bad." he said. If only he knew.
"Zayn, I will tell you. Soon. I promise. Just not today." I said, finally meeting his gaze. He looked like he understood, and I was glad he wasn't pushing me to talk about what really happened between Liam and I.
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Lizzie_143
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September 1, 2012 11:09pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 4
I woke up late the next morning with a slight headache, last night's events replaying in my head. I can't believe I finally worked up the courage to sing that song to Liam. I've always wanted to catch someone off guard, and I'm pretty sure I did that last night.
I got up and showered, then blow dried my hair and ran the straightener through it, the tips falling to my mid back. I did the small pouf on my head and bobby pinned it into place. I walked over to my closet and tried to choose an outfit. I decided I would wear a floral dress with a brown belt and matching heels. I put in a pair of pink flower earrings and wore my matching bangles. I had a meeting with some businessmen today to discuss my karaoke club and some ways to make it even more popular. I drove my car to the place we were having lunch and walked in, spotting the two men in suits instantly. They waved me over and I smiled, shaking their hands. I think they were suprised that I was so young, but I was used to that by now.
We talked for about an hour about how business has been, my plans for the future, and tips on how to make business better.
"We think that if you have some kind of band sing a song or two every night, more people will be attracted to the club, you know?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, I completely agree. I've actually been thinking of a few different groups." I told them.
"Think no more. Because we invited a group to join us for lunch, if you don't mind." said the other guy.
"Oh, that's great! When will they be here?" I asked, and he said they were walking in right now. I turned my head to get a better view of the door, and was shocked when I saw who was standing there. I kept quiet, because I didn't want to make a scene. But I didn't want to work with these boys either. Particularly one certain boy.
They walked over to the table and sat down, clearly suprised as well as to what was happening. They talked with the business men before making an agreement with me.
"So would you like this band to promote your karaoke club?" one of the men asked.
"I have to think about it." I said.
"They would be good publicity." he told me.
"I'm aware. I just have a few things I need to sort out first. We just opened, and things are kind of crazy right now. But thank you for meeting with me today. It was a pleasure to meet you." I said, shaking their hands and rising from the table. I walked out of the restaurant, but didn't get far until someone stopped me. Liam.
"Carly, wait."
"Liam, I really don't want to talk to you right now. I have to go." i said, pulling away. He continued walking after me though, and eventually I gave in and sat on a bench near the restaurant. Liam sat next to me, and we were silent for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry." he whispered.
"Sometimes sorry isn't enough." I replied quietly.
"I should have known you wuld get upset if we came. I knew this wasn't a good idea." he said.
"You're right. It wasn't." I said, getting up and walking to my car. I wasn't ready to forgive Liam yet, and I don't know if I ever will be.
I went back to my flat and called Madison, but she didn't answer. So without even thinking, I called James. I invited him to the club tonight, and he said he would love to come.
James, my fake boyfriend, and Liam, the person I hate, in the same club?
This would be interesting.
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Britt221099
posted a quote
September 1, 2012 3:03pm UTC

The 3 hardest things to do in the world.
#. count your hair,
#. wash your eyes with soap,
#. breathe when your tounge is out.
Now please put your tounge back inside your mouth.

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wittyquotesgurl
posted a quote
September 1, 2012 3:23pm UTC

Best Ways To Escape Reality:
1. Sleeping
2. Reading a good story
3. Listening to your favorite songs
♥

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ImmaBelieber67
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August 30, 2012 12:14pm UTC

*Saw this on Tumblr- it made me laugh so hard *
Louis: Me and Zayn tried to call Liam multiple times to sing Happy Birthday to him, but he refused to pick up.
Liam: I had valid reasons for not picking up, which i am not going to disclose. And no, that was not an innuendo.
Louis: Mmmhmmhm...did you see the trends? The rude ones? Quite funny though, something about 'Danielle feeling the Payne tonight'
Liam: Oh yeah, i saw them... i'm not going to say anything...

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Lizzie_143
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August 31, 2012 10:12pm UTC

I Love to Hate You
Chapter 3
"Does this shirt look good on me?" I asked, glancing at myself in the mirror, the off white crop top hanging just about my belly button ring.
"It's super cute!" exclaimed Madison, so I decided I would wear it. It went well with my jean shorts, and I figured I would keep it casual, throwing on a pair of striped toms. I threw my hair in a stylish yet messy bun. I slid on my ray ban sunglasses, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door. I wanted to do some shopping before I had to go to the club.
I walked into Hollister and checked out the dresses. Too expensive. I started walking out, but I noticed someone. Liam. You're kidding right? I grabbed the first dress I saw and ran into a dressing room. The lady working thought the dress was cute so she told me to come out in it.
I did, and when I walked out of the dressing room, Liam was standing in line. Great.
"That looks so good on you! You have to get it!" the lady gushed. I saw Liam watching me twirl around in it, with a longing in his eyes, so I just rolled my eyes, walking back into the dressing room. I changed out of the dress and walked out of the store.
I continued shopping, and tried to avoid Liam.
That didn't work though, because I ran into his friend Harry in Victoria's Secret. What that boy was doing in there, I don't know. But he recognized me.
"Hey, you're the girl from the karaoke club. The manager, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, hi." I said, trying to keep my composure.
"Hi. So how do you and Liam know each other?" he asked.
"Um, we went to high school together for a few years." I replied.
"So you were friends?"
"Not at all. Enemies. We hated each other." I said.
"Hate? Liam Payne does not hate anybody." he responded.
"He hated me. He made high school suck for me." I told Harry.
"That's hard to believe." he said back.
"Yeah, well whatever. I've got to go." i said, turning to walk away.
"Wait." he said, grabbing my arm. He spun me around so I was face to face with him again.
"I don't know why anybody would hate someone as pretty as you." he said.
"That's sweet. But I really have to go."
"Maybe we'll stop by the club tonight." he said.
"Okay, see you later." I said, walking away and pretending to make a phone call.
I drove back to my flat and went to my bedroom, pulling out my old yearbooks. I found the one from freshmen year and flipped to page twenty four before stopping myself. I stared at the small square with a familiar face in it. I looked at her face and tried to figure out why anybody hated her.
I was always nice to people. I never said anything rude, and I barely said anything at all. I kept to myself, and people picked on me for that. I was the 'loser' who didn't have any friends.
I really thought I got past all of that, but seeing Liam again just reminded me that even though you can change your looks and personality, you can't change your past.
A few hours later, I arrived at the club and unlocked the door, letting myself in. My staff came rushing in minutes before opening, and the line was long again tonight. People were buying VIP passes, and I was really suprised that a karaoke club could be this successful.
At ten o'clock, I saw Liam and his buddies walk in. I kept my head down and walked to the back room, trying to stay away from them.
I knew I had to face them though when I heard my name being called.
"Carly? Where are you? Come up here!" said a familiar voice. Oh god.
Why was Liam calling me up there? Someone in the crowd pushed me up towards the stage, and I walked up the small stairs to get to the platform. I was confused, but suddenly realized what was happening when Liam handed me a microphone. He wanted to sing with me? A duet?
"Forever Young" started playing through the speakers, and Liam took the first voice. While he was singing, I made finger signs to Madison, telling her to change the song during the chorus. She did, and everybody got silent.
The All-American Rejects started to play, and I started belting out 'Gives You Hell.' Liam looked confused, but everybody started laughing and cheering.
Take that Liam Payne. Point for Carly Thompson.
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I Love to Hate You
Chapter 2
"Carly, can you come help me with this?" Madison called from the back room. I turned and walked away as fast as I could. Thank god she saved me.
"What's up?" I asked, looking to see what was causing a problem.
"Don't 'what's up' me. He remembers you. What do you do now?" she asked.
"I honestly don't know. I hated him, you know? I can't pretend like I all of a sudden like him or something." I said, and she nodded.
"Well, go talk to him. See where things go." she said, giving me a shove back out into the club. I walked through the now empty dance floor to where the group of five guys sat.
"Sorry, things are kind of hectic here, since it's opening night and everything." I said, even though I didn't feel the need to explain myself.
"Carly Thompson. I barely recognized you. You look so different." Liam said.
"Is that why you're actually talking to me? Because if I looked the way I did back in high school, Liam Payne would never be caught dead talking to me." I said.
"Well luckily nobody's here to see me talking to you. Can we? Talk, I mean?" he asked, gesturing to the bar stools.
"Actually, we're closing soon. So I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I said, my voice sharp.
"No problem. We'll catch up later." he said, waving and walking away. Ugh. Why was he being nice to me? We hated each other, and he knew that.
I woke up the next morning extremely tired from last night. I showered and changed into a white tank top tucked into a black yellow and blue patterned skirt. I slid my feet into my black heels with a bow on them and put on some gold jewelry before curling my hair and walking out the door. I went down to the club to see how we made out last night.
For opening night, we did extremely well. I was glad that we had such a good turnout, and people were calling and getting their names on the entry list hours vefore we even opened.
After checking up on the club, I met Madison's friend James for lunch. Madison thought James was great, and she was pretty much desperate for me to date someone, so I agreed to meet James. But only as a friend. I walked into the restaurant and spotted him, and Madison was right.
James was wicked attractive. Like, he should get on that model status.
"Hi!" I said, giving him a hug. James and I have met a few times before, but we weren't exactly best buds. He said hello to me and we sat down and ordered. Our meal was nice, and we had a lot in common. We talked for a while before the bell that rang whenever someone walked in caught my attention.
"Crap. James, I'm going to ask you to do something, but it doesn't mean anything. I just don't wanna talk to that boy that just walked in." I said, looking towards the doorway. James followed my gaze and looked kind of suprised.
"You don't wanna talk to Liam Payne? Why not? He's like, super famous." he said, confused.
"It's a long story. Which I will tell you, if you agree to be my fake boyfriend right now." I said.
James agreed, and I told him to hold my hand across the table. So he did, then he added a little bit of his own rules, sliding his foot up my leg. I'm sure I blushed, and Liam walked by seconds later. He didn't notice me at first, but once I laughed, he turned back and looked at me.
"Carly? Hey!" he said, as if he were suprised to see me here.
"Oh, hi." I replied.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing. This is a restaurant, remember?" I asked, kind of harshly.
"Right. Who's your friend?" he asked, nodding his head towards James.
"Boyfriend, actually. I'm James." he said, introducing himself. Liam shook his hand, and gave James a staredown. Liam looked kind of angry, but why? Why would he be jealous of James and I? He doesn't even like me. He hates me. That's the way it's supposed to be. So why did he look jealous? And why did I care?
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I Love to Hate You
Chapter 1
"Are you almost ready Carly? We have to be there in twenty minutes!" Madison yelled.
"Yeah, I'll be right out." I replied, curling one last piece of my hair before feeling satisfied with my look. I decided to wear a pair of dark wash ripped skinny jeans, a white crop top with a black leather jacket, and matching black booties. The shirt was short enough to show off my cute belly button ring and toned stomach. I grabbed my telephone and slipped a hair tie on my wrist before walking out of the bathroom and out of my apartment. I swung my car keys around my middle finger, humming to myself.
Madison and I were on the way to the opening night of my karaoke bar. I loved to sing, but never let anyone know that. Now was my chance, a brand new start. So I took advantage of it.
We arrived five minutes late, and there was already a ling forming outside. I walked in the back entrance and saw everybody rushing around, trying to get everything perfect before the doors opened.
I know it sounds weird for a nineteen year old girl to be the owner and manager of a karaoke bar, but I have nothing else to do. And I took a lot of business and finance classes in high school, so I know my stuff.
"Okay, I think we're good to go!" I said into the microphone once I gathered the entire staff. Everybody cheered and I cut the rope in front of the doors, smiling for the cameras.
At around ten o'clock, the night was in full swing. Everybody seemed to be having a good time, with many people getting on stage to sing and people enjoying and ordering a lot of food. I smiled to myself, happy that things were going so well. At around ten thirty, I got up on stage and made an announcement.
"Thank you everyone for coming tonight! I'm Carly, and I'm the owner and manager of this karaoke club. Everybody having a good time?" I asked, my voice sounding hopeful. I got my response when everybody cheered.
"Sing us a song!" screamed somebody in the crowd. My face started to get hot, and I tried to politely decline that offer.
"Oh come on! A pretty girl like you has got to have a good voice!" someone else hollered, making me blush.
"Okay, okay. I'll sing song 115." I said, looking over at the DJ. He started playing the instrumental version of 'I Love Rock and Roll.' I belted it out, and everybody cheered after I left the stage, laughing. Tonight couldn't be any better. Actually, if I had friends to celebrate this with, then it would be a million times better. I walked around the room a few times, introducing myself to my guests.
At eleven o'clock, a group of teenage guys walked into the club. They were all wearing hoodies and sunglasses, which confused me, because it was night and kind of hot out.
I walked over to them and asked if I could help them.
"Yeah, we' d like to sing, if you don't mind." they said, and I pointed them to the stage. They walked up onto the platform and told the DJ they wanted to sing song number 438. The beat to 'What Makes You Beautiful' started playing through the speakers, and the first boy to sing sounded exactly like Liam Payne.
Wait a minute. The hoodies, the sunglasses, five boys, singing a certain song. No, it can't be. Could it? My question was answered when the boys reached the chorus, each one taking off their sunglasses and hoodies. I was shocked, and I'm sure it registered on my face. Not once did I think I would ever see Liam Payne again. I was actually kind of hoping I wouldn't. Maybe he wouldn't recognize me. I do look different than I did freshmen year.
The crowd went wild, and I figured this would be good publicity. I let them continue to sing, and walked into the back room. A few minutes later, Madison found me moping.
"What's wrong? One Direction's performing in your karaoke club!" she exclaimed, then realized what she just said.
"Oh my gosh. That must be so awkward." she said, and I nodded my head, my lips pursed.
"He probably doesn't even recognize me." I said, hoping it was true.
"Maybe he does. Because he just asked to speak with the manager." she said.
"Oh my god, no way. Tell him she's busy." I said, burying my head in my hands. This night was going so well, and then Liam had to come along and ruin it. Just like he ruined my high school life.
I walked an hour later, getting ready to close down for the night.
"Are you the manager?" asked a tan boy with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. Zayn.
"Yeah, hi." I said, putting on my fake smile and shaking his hand.
"Wow. I didn't think you'd be so young. Or beautiful." he said, biting his lip.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked, trying not to get caught up in his beauty.
"Actually, yes. You looked familiar to my friend, but he's too shy to talk to you himself. Would you mind speaking to him?" he asked me, and my heart started beating faster.
"Sure." I said, following him to where Liam was sitting.
"Here she is." Zayn said, gesturing to me.
"Hi, not to be weird or anything, but do I know you?" he asked.
"I don't think so. You don't look familiar." I lied.
"No, I definitely know you. What's your name?" he asked. Should I lie again?
"Carly." I said truthfully.
"Carly Thompson? Oh my gosh."
He remembered me.
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I Love to Hate You
PROLOGUE
"But it's opening night! Where else am I supposed to find a bouncer last minute?" I yelled through the phone, becoming impatient.
"Really? Some motorcyle show is more important than the opening night of a karaoke bar that belongs to your neice that you've known your entire life?" I asked, tapping my french manicured nails on the granite countertop.
"Fine. Send him. Yeah, have fun." I said, clicking the 'end' button on my brand new iPhone. I can't believe it. Opening night of my karaoke club, and my uncle decides to ditch. And he tells me the day of! I shook my head and sighed, walking into the small bathroom in my apartment.
"Everything's going to work out great." I said to myself, trying to believe the words that just came out of my mouth. I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself.
My name's Carly Thompson, and I'm nineteen years old. Right now, I'm residing in the UK, where I grew up. I lived in London up until the end of my sophomore year of high school. I moved the summer before my junior year, because I just couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't funny. I was a nobody, and it really wasn't easy. I was picked on continuously, which is the reason why I moved.
I didn't want to give in, but I just couldn't take it. So over the past three years I've been gone, I've gone from gross to glamorous. I lost over seventy-five pounds, and now weighed a healthy 120. I re-created my wardrobe, buying designer names and cute clothes. Most importantly though, I became more outgoing and confident. Standing in front of the mirror smiling, I am a different person than the girl I was all those years ago.
Being back in London has been dificult. I never really had any friends here, so the only person I hang out with is my twenty-one year old cousin, Madison. She's always there for me though, so that's a good thing. It's been really awkward when I see people I went to high school with for the first two years around town, because they don't recognize me. Or maybe they just didn't remember me.
But I think the hardest thing about moving back to England is that I have to deal with the news stories surrounding One Direction, the most famous boy band right now. Hearing about those five boys makes my stomach churn.
You see, Liam Payne and I were classmates. But that's it. We weren't friends, we weren't pals, we weren't acquaintances. We were simply two people who had some classes together.
We were enemies. Liam never liked me, and the feeling was mutual. It's not that he picked fights with me or spread nasty rumors, he just made fun of me along with all the other cool kids. And it really hurt, although I would never let him know that.
So here I am now, gorgeous, funny, and the owner of a soon-to-be-successful karaoke club, called 'Carly's Karaoke.' All the kids who teased me in middle school and high school, they will be shocked. Because Carly Thompson's back. And I'm better than ever.
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