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.


1. My Life in Black and White

Chapter 1
My Life in Black and White
I walk through the halls, holding my falling books, pushing my falling glasses back up my nose. "Need help with that?" Someone asks. "Please." I say. They grab my books and throw them on the ground. "Oops sorry." They say, laughing and running away. I sigh. It's the same way, every year. I sink to the ground and pick up my books. I try to stuff some of them in my back pack, but they wouldn't fit. Once more, I push my glasses up my nose and pick up the remaining books and head to my locker. I stuff the books in my small locker and slam it shut. Suddenly, I hear a loud obnoxious voice coming down the hall. "Oh Harry, you've gotten taller!" Lacie Abrahams, the most popular girl in school, says. I like to think of her as the school slut, or the most annoying girl in school. I turn just in time to see Lacie holding onto Harry Styles, the most popular guy in school. Lacie has her "sidekick" Cindy, by her side, nodding her head. Harry, on the other hand, has his three best friends by his side. Chase Parker, Logan Pierce, and Kyle Peterson. Harry had a mess of brown curls with bright, green eyes. Chase has spiky blonde hair with brown eyes. Logan had straight brown hair with blue eyes. And Kyle, well he had a mix of blonde and brown hair, also with a mix of green and blue eyes. So, I had to admit, they were all pretty attractive. But with their attitudes and shitty personalities, they were not attractive under my eyes. "Hey Butler! Why don't you go get me a drink!" Chase yells to me. They assumed immediately that since my last name was Butler I was automatically their butler. Um, no. "Not a chance in hell Parker." I say, walking down the hallway. "Just go kill yourself Butler! Nobody cares!" Harry yells after my fleeing figure. I stop dead in my tracks as everyone in the hallway ohhhs. I slowly turn around. "Maybe I will Styles." I say. Then, leaving them standing there with smug looks on their faces, I head down to my first class, geometry. I sit down in the second row. You never sit in the first row, but I didn't want to have to deal with the douches who sit in the very back. As the bell rings I look around at my classmates and am some what satisfied. Not a popular in sight. I make it through that period with ease. Next up was English. I hated English. We had a creepy-ass teacher who taught it. He would get all up in your face and flirt with all the attractive girls. Although some what creeped out, I still made it through that period, only having to deal with Cindy in that class. Next was Drama. We were forced to take a main arts class, so me, not being a good artist or anything, signed up for Drama. I walk into the classroom and sigh. I knew it was bound to be at some point. Harry Styles and Lacie Abrahams. They were full on making out in the back of the class. Ugh. That could get annoying. Again, I sat in the second row. I could still, from the front of the room, hear Harry and Lacie's lips smacking together. Gross. "Okay class, lets get started." Mrs. Peters says. Harry and Lacie, still not breaking from each other, don't stop. Mrs. Peters clears her throat. "Thank you Mr. Styles and Miss Abrahams for paying attention." She says, her voice ringing through out the classroom. Harry and Lacie slowly break apart and take their separate seats. "Okay. I am just going to start off saying that, there will be a major project that you all have to do. I will not tell you what it is yet of when you will begin, but in due time I will. I will pick your partners for you..." She keeps talking but I zone out right there. Oh God what if I get paired with Little Miss I Know Nothing over there. Or worse, Mr. I Think I Know Everything over there. I glance around the room. There were exactly 2 people in this classroom that were smart. That was Mrs. Peters and me. I could already tell that this was going to be a great year. Like every year. Not.
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