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.


9. Maybe There's Something More

Chapter 9
Maybe There's Something More
Maggie Butler<><><><><>
I pull up in my driveway and slam my door shut. I didn't like it. I didn't like all the attention. Believe it or not, I like it better when I was the nerd no one cared about. I walk inside, heels clicking on the wood floor. "George! I'm home!" He comes running down the stairs, looking angry. "Why are you dressed like suck a slut?" He asks, shoving a finger in my face. I opened my mouth to reply, but he cut me off. "It's that dick you have as a father isn't it? He changed you!" He screams. Why does he even care? "No. I just wanted to try a new look." I state, stamping my foot and crossing my arms over my chest. "And don't you ever call my dad a dick." "I don't care! You are not wearing this out of the house! Ever!" He screams, his eyes filled with fury. "Why do you even care?" I scream back at him. He slaps me. Hard across the face. I can feel the handprint forming on my face. I think he even got his nails in there. I hold my cheek, mouth wide open, unable to speak. "Don't you ever speak to me that way again!" He yells. I cower and nod. He grabs my hair and pulls me towards the kitchen. I cry out in pain. I knew he was mad, but what I didn't know was what he was going to do next. He grabs my face and slams it against the counter. I didn't have time to scream or anything, I just immediately blacked out.
Harry Styles <><><><><>
I look at my watch. 6:30. She still isn't here. I start to get worried. I decide to go over to her house to see what was up. As I drive I nervously tap my fingers against the leather steering wheel, humming to a song that I was oblivious to what it was. I pull out in front of her house and contemplate what I would say to her. I decide to go with the simple, "We were supposed to work on our project." Instead of going to extreme measures. I walk up to her front door and hesitate before knocking. I finally get up the courage and knock. No answer. I look to see if there was a doorbell. I rung it. Nothing. Again. Nothing. I tried the door, it was open, which was weird, it was never open. I walk into the house, the door creeping open. "Hello?" I say, voice ringing throughout the house. "Maggie? Mr. Hayter?" I walk into the kitchen and almost scream like a little girl. I pull out my phone and call the police. "Hello? Yes, there is-no I will not hold- what? No! Come back! Arrggghh!" I scream. I scoop an unconscious Maggie off the ground and fly out the door. I run to my car and carefully set her in the backseat. I slam on the gas, peeling out, something I had only dreamed of doing, though I ignored it, only focusing on one thing, Maggie. I pull up to the hospital and barely stop. I grab her out of the backseat and run towards the entrance. I turned sideways to get in. Wouldn't it have been something if I hit her head against the door, trying to get in. "Help! Someone!" I yell. Doctors and nurses came running out and put Maggie on a gurney. "Sir you have to wait out here." A nurse said. "No! I have to go with her!" I yell. The male nurses held me back and set me in a waiting room chair. Now I guess all I can do is wait.
Maggie Butler<><><><><>
I woke up in the hospital room, wondering how I got here. I tried to sit up straighter, but got hit with a pounding headache. A nurse enters the room. "Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?" She asks. "Just a headache. How did I get here?" I ask. "Your lovely boyfriend found you and brought you here." She says pointing to the window where Harry sat, tapping his foot impatiently, looking at the ground. "Oh he's not-" I start to say, but am cut off by Harry bursting into the hospital doors. "Maggie!" He yells, flying to my side. He grabs my hand. I quickly pull it away. "What do you think you're doing?" I snap. The emotion that has been flying through his eyes that I can never pinpoint flies through, although this time, he keeps it there. It was hurt. Did he really feel hurt all of those other times? Did that mean something? No you're naive, Maggie, he doesn't like you, I told myself. And you don't like him, I added. Right? I must've looked deep in thought because Harry looks puzzled. "I'm sorry." I say. He looks me dead in the eyes. "No. Maggie you did nothing wrong. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. You don't realize how sorry I am." I think about the hurt that passed through his eyes and realized that maybe it wasn't worth not forgiving him. Here I was, sitting in the middle of a hospital room, with my life bully, who is in the process of apologizing to me. Weird. I plant my hand on his. "I do." I say, tears brimming my eyes. He lifts his head up, tears about to spill over his, too. "What?" He asks. "I forgive you." I say, the brave first tear falling over the edge of my eyelid. He smiles and the tears start to stream down his face, too. He kisses my hand. After a while of us crying together, he finally breaks the silence. "Did George do this to you?" I slowly nod my head. Harry climbs up next to me and I lay my head on his chest. I suddenly felt a million times safer. His strong arms perfected me, like a seatbelt in a car. "Don't worry, I called the police." He hushes me. I risk a glance at his face. His tear stained cheeks we red as I looked at him, and I realized that I did that. I grinned. I put my hand on his chest, propping myself up, getting closer to him, and slowly plant my lips to his. He puts his hands around my lower back, while mine were on his chest. We break apart and I look in his eyes. He had that gleam in them, exactly like the day we first kissed. His bright green eyes were shining bright like the sun. I lean back down and lay my head against his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, which happened to be going really fast. I would've teased him about it, but I knew mine was the same way. "Thank you." I say to him as he kisses my head. The last, final tear fell down my face and I closed my eyes.
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