Mean Tweets

Eleanor POV

I rolled out of bed. Louis comes back from Tour today! I get out of bed and get ready. I go downstairs and make myself some pancakes, I sat them down at the table and began eating.
While I was eating I decided to pull out my phone and check my Twitter. I clicked on the app, and began scrolling through all the comment with my name tagged. The first few comments were quite sweet.
"Oh My God! Eleanor Calder is gorgeous! Like, how?"
"Elounor is absolutely my otp!"
"@eleanorjcalder you're seriously like the prettiest person ever. It's my dream to meet you Xx"
I smiled, scrolling through and following a few fan pages and dedicated to me. Then, the rude comments began flooding in. The ones I always do my best you avoid. I don't even want to read them. Knowing It'll just make me upset. But I do anyway.
"@Eleanorjcalder, love the you and louis idea! When does your contract end again?"
"@eleanorjcalder is a beard. that is all :)."
"Eleanor? More like Elawhore. We know Larry is real and you're just Louis' lap dog for the camera's sake. We're not stupid. We'll most of us aren't anyway. #idiotElounorshippers."
"Am I the only one who wants @Eleanorjcalder dead, just because I want Lou to myself? NAhh I'm sure everyone hates her. Louis Included! XD"
I felt my eyes get watery as I continued scrolling. Sure they were plenty of lovely people behind me, supporting me. But they were greatly outnumbered. For each sweet tweet about me, there were four other tweets calling me a whore, or a beard.
"Would you stop reading those!" I voice came from behind me reaching over and turning off my phone. I jumped startled and quickly turned around to see who was there.
Oh just Louis, thank God.
"You know they just make you upset love." He says smiling I leap into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Louis! What are you doing here? You're early!" I exclaim, he wraps his arms around my waist.
"What are you talking about?" He laughed. "I said I'd be here between 11 and 12."
"Ya and it's only," I turned and looked at the clock which read 11:47. Huh. "Oh, I guess I woke up later than I thought." Louis shook his head laughing.
"Well since it's nearly noon, would you like to go get some lunch instead?" He asked.
"Sure, just let me get ready." I said kissing him and heading upstairs. my hair was still curly from yesterday, so I brushed it out, put on a bit of makeup, and then changed. As I was walking out I saw something poking out of my closet. My "book." My book was kind of like a big scrapbook, filled with names I had been called. I hadn't written in it since I first start dating Louis. And I thought it was bad THEN. I should really start writing in this again. I flipped through the pages.
"She won't last long."
"Louis loves Harry, not that."
"She would be a nobody, without Modest."
"She's ugly!"

"Chubby thighs much?"
"Flat out fatty."
"Don't trust her."
and the list went on. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out a sharpie, writing their new favorite insult for me,
"Elawhore."
I looked down at the book and a tear escaped. Why do they all hate me?
"El, babe? You okay?" Louis yelled from downstairs.
"Ya I'll be down in a second!" I yelled. quickly straightening up and wiping my eyes. I took one last quick look in the mirror before walking downstairs to Louis.

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