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.


19. Deja Vu

Chapter 19

Deja Vu

Maggie Butler

I am awoken by a repeated knock on my door.

They continue banging, just getting louder.

"Coming!" I groan, shuffling down the stairs.

They continue knocking.

"Geez." I mutter.

I open the door to see a baffled Julia.

"What's up?" I ask groggily, leaning against the door jam.

"You, me, Gracey. Party. Now." She puffs.

"Why?" She pushes past me and collapses on the couch. "Come on in." I joke, since she was already laying on the couch.

"Maggie! He broke up with me! I need to get him off my mind!" She yells, exasperated. 

"What? Kyle broke up with you? When?" I ask as I sit next to her.

"This morning. He said he couldn't handle it all and maybe we could try again later in life."

"That's stupid!" I protest.

"I know, I know. So I need to go to a party. A big one. Know of any?"

I think. I wasn't really big in the party business so she shouldn't be asking me.

"No, but Gracey might. Lets call her." I suggest.

I put it on speaker as it rings.


"Gracey!" Julia and I say in unison.

"Woah, no need to shout."

"Hey get to my house right now. Kay? Kay." I say, hanging up before she could answer. 

She shows up 3 minutes later, since she lived only 10 blocks away. 

"What's up?" She asks, walking in the door.

"Kyle broke up with me and I need to go to a party to get my mind off him. Know any?" Julia says.

She smirks. "It just so happens I do."

We walk upstairs and sort out our clothes. Gracey was my size, and so was Julia, but Julia had brought stuff, knowing we would go. 

I pick out a red dress that goes to mid-thigh.

I walk out of the bathroom and immediately Julia and Gracey say, "No."

"What?" I ask, startled.

"Girl. This is going to be a BIG party. You have to go out looking sexy. Not hot. Sexy. Look I got you something." Julia says. 

She pulls out a studded bra, a leather jacket, tall black stilettos, and a leather mini skirt, that had to be just under my butt.

I shake my head. "No, no. I can't wear that. And isn't it a bit," I search for the right word. "Leathery?"

Julia shoves it in my direction, and pushes me into the bathroom.

I breath in, then out. Why not try it?

I put on the studded bra first, adjusting it so it wouldn't bug me, put the miniskirt on, which I was right, was barely under my butt. Then put on the leather jacket and heels. 

I look in the mirror. I did look somewhat good. 

I walk out of the bathroom, and Gracey whistles, while Julia says, "See? I told you."

I look down at myself, feeling like a total slut.

"I can't-"

"Please? For me?" Julia begs. She had on a purple miniskirt, only a tad longer than mine, with a dark purple lace corset with purple heels. 

Gracey had on a red bralet, with a half studded miniskirt and studded red heels.

"I don't know, guys..."

They look at me with begging eyes.

"Fine." They start to cheer. "But only for tonight."

I put on some dark makeup to match the black I had on. She could have at least chosen a color not so... Goth. 

We leave my house and Gracey begins to drive us to this party that she has neglected to tell us where it is. 

We pull up to a giant mansion and Gracey turns off the ignition.

"Ready?" She asks.

After I finish gaping at the house, I look down at myself and say, "No."

Gracey rolls her eyes. "Too bad, come on!" She says, hoping out of the car.

I stumble after her, so does Julia.

"Gracey? Who's party is this?" I ask.

"Oh, you don't need to know that." She giggles nervously.

I walk in and gasp. The house was even bigger on the inside.

The chandelier hanging in the middle of the room, was shaking from the pumping of the music. There were people dancing all around, waiters walking around with platers of alcohol.

"Wow. How did you manage this?" Julia asks.

"I have my ways. Come on." Gracey says, grabbing our wrists and pulling us towards the giant staircase. 

The perfect, loud thump of the music was rattling through my bones, and I could feel the rush.

"Here you go." Gracey says, handing each of us drinks.

"What is this?" I ask, smelling it.

"Just drink." She says, tipping the glass towards my mouth.

I sip slowly. The drink stung it's way down my throat. 

I cough. "Is this vodka? I hate vodka!" I exclaim.

"Well, you already started the drink, so why not finish it?" She suggests.

I could already feel the alcohol pumping through my veins. I got drunk very easily.


I slide the rest of the drink down my throat. I grab another one off a passing waiters tray and down that one too.

"Slow down there tiger." Julia laughs.

"Nah, I'm good bro." I say, grabbing another one.

"Seriously, Maggie slow down."

I could feel my thought becoming jumbled, my words starting to slur, and the room slowly spinng.

A thought came to mind that the only way to fix this, was with more alcohol.

I grab another drink, though not quite as strong, and chug it down.

I throw the glass against the wall.

"Lets get this party going!" I yell.

Everyone hoots and hollers as they turn the music up louder.

I see a guy leaning against a wall, staring at me, slowly sipping a drink.

I stumble towards him, grabbing his tie and leading him towards the dance floor.

I push my hips against his, grinding against them. He holds my hips and pushes against me.

I got a sudden woosh of déjà vu, but I didn't know what from.

I ignored it and grinded harder.

He slipped his hand down a little farther, moving around on my inner thigh.

I put my hands on his neck as he kisses my neck. He bites and nibbles at my neck.

He spins me around and pulls me close to his body, where we were grinding on the front.

He desperately presses his hungry lips against mine, and I don't protest.

He picks me up, my legs wrapped around his stomach. My butt was undoubtedly hanging out of my skirt.

He walks towards the stairs, taking me to an extra bedroom.

Once we get inside one, he slams against the wall, pushing my skirt up farther. 

He rips of my underwear, leaving me exposed.

He undoes my studded bra, along with taking off my leather jacket.

I pull down his pants, along with his boxers. I put my hands up his shirt, feeling over his abs. 

Suddenly, the déjà vu I had felt earlier comes rushing back.

They hit me in waves, fast waves.

Harry and I grinding at our first party. Making out. Then, later in our relationship, me feeling over his toned muscles, tracing over his tattoos.

I push the person away.

"I can't do this."

"What do you mean, you can't do this?" He asks, throwing up his hands.

"I mean, I just got out of a relationship, and I'm not ready yet." I state, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, I can help you get over that." He says, reaching to touch my breasts. 

I slap his hand away. "No." 

I grab my bra, throw it on, put on the leather jacket, zip it up, put on the skirt, but pull it down, where it is still short, but not as short.

I open the door and trudge out.

I look for Gracey and Julia. 

I spot them and walk over.

"I want to go home." I say, finally sober enough to not slur.

"Okay, we were thinking that too. This place is getting heated." Julia says, glancing around at all the people making out and grinding.

We walk outside and drive away.

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