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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13. Coming Closer

Chapter 13
Coming Closer
Harry Styles<><><><>
We plop down on the couch, watching Finding Nemo. "Do you want to play a question for a question?" She asks. "Sure. You go first." She taps her chin, thinking. "Hmm you know how you can sing?" I nod hesitantly. "We-" "no that was already a question!" I laugh. She pouts. "Have you ever been in another real relationship?" I ask. She thinks. "No." She answers. I grin and lightly kiss her. "Have you ever tried to become famous with your voice?" She asks. Why was she so interested I'm my voice? "Uh, sorta, I was in a band. What's your favorite movie?" I ask, already out of questions. "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2." She said without hesitation. Wow did not peg her as a Harry Potter girl. "What was your band called?" I flinched. "One Direction, but I don't like to-" I was cut off by a flashback.
**FLASHBACK**
"Hazza! Niall is tickling me!" I laugh as I walk into the room. Niall is on top if Louis, tuckling him. I run over to them, and start to tickle both of them. "Oh that's it! Tickle fight!" Louis yells, tickling both of us. By the time we were done, Louis was standing triumphantly over Niall and I, who were on the floor. "Gotcha!" Louis yells, doing a happy dance. "Louis!" Liam screams, bolting down the stairs, face red with anger. I had never seen this side of Liam before. Zayn comes down behind him, trying to comfort him. "Louis what the hell is this?" Liam screams, shoving a tabloid in Louis's face. I peek over Lou's shoulder to read it. Liam was dating a girl named Kylie. On the cover, it had Louis an Kylie snogging. Lou's face turns pale and he gulps. "Liam I-" "Save it!" Liam roars. "I loved her! But Diva Louis has to get anything he wants!" Any other day, someone would have snickered at the name Diva Louis, but today, it was just full of raw hatred and bitterness. "I can't stand it! I cannot work with someone who snogs with my girlfriend! I thought we were friends! Best friends!" I can now see tears in both Louis and Liam's eyes. "Please Li-" "Just don't talk to me! Ever again you bastard!" Liam screams, running toward the door and slamming it behind him. Everyone stands in front of each other, mouths open in shock. "Does this mean..." Niall starts. I gulp. "One Direction is over." I finish.
**FLASHBACK OVER**
"Harry? Harry are you alright?" Maggie asks, worried. I nod slowly, but I couldn't even convince myself that I was. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" She asks, thoughtfully resting a hand on my thigh. I sigh and put my head in my hands and slowly shake my head. I never wanted to talk about it, let alone think about it. One Direction is the best thing that ever happened to me. And it was over, faster than you could say guacamole. Okay, not literally, but you get what I mean. Before I knew it, I was crying. I didn't know why, but I was. I know it wasn't a very manly thing to do, but I couldn't help it. They were the best friends I could ever have. Yeah, we were young, but we could have made it to the big time. "Will you sing to me?" She asks. I wipe some of the tears away, sniffling. "Why?" I ask. "It will soothe both of us." "What do I sing?" "Whatever you want." I think for a moment then begin to sing the first song that comes to mind.
"Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love."
I finish. She's staring at me. I knew I wasn't the best singer in the world, now she was confirming it. Then I saw the tears glazing over her eyes. Oh God, it was that bad. "Harry that was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard." She says. I press my lips softly to hers, her tear escaping her eye and running between our lips. "Harry." She says. "Yeah." "You are one of the most talented people I have ever met." I blush. "Thanks babe." I say. "Do we want to work on the play?" I nod. We completely changed the entire play, just so you know. We haven't really figured out what it will be about yet. We start to jot down ideas. "I have no clue." She nervously taps her pencil against the counter, something she does frequently. "Lets work on this tomorrow." I say. She nods, closing her folder. "You wanna stay here?" She asks. I nod. She grabs my hand and we walk upstairs. We crawl underneath the duvet and wrap each other in our arms. Instantaneously, I'm asleep.
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Maggie Butler
Once I fall asleep, the dream comes. No, not a dream, a memory.
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"God Butler you are so ugly." He states across the hall. "Hideous. No one will ever love you." He says, coming closer, pushing me to the ground. I was fourteen, a freshman in high school. "You're ugly, stupid, and a bitch." Harry says. The tears are hot on my skin and are burning their way down my cheek. "Aw are you crying? Because you are ugly? Is that it? Because its true!" Harry says. I stand up and shove him out of the way. I run out of the school and down the road, tears, hair, and papers flying behind me. I run to my house, to my bathroom. I get the blade that had been sitting in my bathroom drawer for years. I grasp it in my right hand. I lower it to my left wrist, pressing deeply. I bite my lip so hard to stop the scream from escaping my lips: I bite it so hard, the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I cut harder with each slit. The tears that were recently brimming my eyelids have now spilled over. "You are ugly, stupid, and a bitch." His words ring in my head like church bells. It was true, so true. Blood lays in a small puddle at my feet. I cry harder looking at it. I grab towels and start to wipe it up. It left a stain now. "Maggie?" My mom calls up the stairs. "Go away!" I scream. "Okay sweetie to me when you are ready to talk. I'm going to walk to the store real fast ill be back soon. I love you." She calls from outside the bathroom door, oblivious to what was happening on the inside. I don't answer. I just sit there, crying like a fool. Hours later, I crawl in bed. I was home alone, my step dad was out of town, and my mom had still not returned from the store. It was almost 1 in the morning now when I get a phone call. "Hello?" I answer. "Miss Butler?" "Yes?" "I'm so sorry. Your mother was stabbed, trying to save a man from getting jumped. We could not save her." I sit there, in shock, not sure of what was happening. It seems as if everything was moving in slow motion. "Hello? Miss Butler?" I end the call. I must be dreaming. This can't be real. It's just a dream. No, a nightmare. I pinch myself. Nothing. I scream. I rip my hair out. From the tension in my hand, my still open cuts on my wrists, start to spill out blood. I didn't care. I scream. That's all I can feel I can do. I scream louder, louder. Then the tears hit me. It was like I was a functioning water park. My entire face was soaked, although I wasn't sure if it was blood or tears.
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I fly upward in the bed, soaking wet, as if I was again, covering in blood and tears. I realize I was crying, but I didn't know how I was soaking wet. I stand up, walking into the bathroom. I turn on the light and scream at what I see in the mirror.
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