Hold My Hand

Maggie is abused by her step-father. Her mother died two years ago, leaving her with him. Not to mention, she is bullied at school by, the most popular kid in school, Harry Styles. When in one class, they are forced to work together, as partners, and Harry refuses to work at his house, he stumbles upon the abusing in action. When Harry realizes what she is going through, will he help her? Or just ignore it? Will they come closer through the project, or just farther apart? Find out in Hold My Hand.

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15. Blondie

Chapter 15
Blondie
Maggie Butler<><><><><>
I snap my head up to see a boy standing there. He had blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. "Wha...?" "I'm Niall Horan." He states, walking closer. Once he reaches me, he pushes me over, making room for himself on the stool. "I'm Maggie Butler." I say, awkwardly. He nods. He places his right hand on the keys. Then, he begins to play. What did he play you ask? Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. I throw my head back and laugh, feel genuinely happy for the first time in the past few hours. "What's so funny?" He smirked. I shake my head, still chuckling lightly. His smirk fades. "Why were you crying?" He asks. "I wasn't." I lied. "You're a bad liar." I sigh. "I saw my boyfrie-ex-boyfriend-kissing another girl." I saw, looking at my lap. "Oh." Is all he says. We sit there in silence for a moment longer. "You are really talented." He says. "It's nothing." I say, twisting my thumb ring. "Maggie. C'mon. You were fantastic! Play something for me." "What?" I say, stealing a glance at him. His blue eyes were glowing. "You heard me." I sigh and place my hand on the keys, I begin to play When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. When it came to the singing part, I thought nothing of it, thinking it would just be piano.mthen, a beautiful voice carries throughout the ballroom. "Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name." Niall sings. I gape at him but continue playing.
"It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But she's dancing with another man
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes

It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But she's dancing with another man

Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know

I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
When I was your man."

"Niall!" He jumps. Looking startled. I laugh. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Niall your voice, it's amazing." I say, in awe. He blushes. "Thanks but it really isn't-" "posh posh! Niall you are amazing! It reminds me of..." I gulp, thinking of Harry and choking back the tears. "Who?" "No one, its nothing." I say brushing it off. We talk for a little bit longer then I look at my watch. "I really must be going. Thank you, Niall, for talking to me. It really helped a lot." I say. "No problem." He shrugs. Unsure of what to do, I pat him on the shoulder and walk past him, towards the door. "Bye Maggie!" "Bye Blondie!" I run out of the ballroom and all the way to my house. Yeah, Niall helped, but I couldn't get over Harry, at least not in this life time. I jump on my bed, discarding my backpack, and cry.
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