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.


12. The Date

Chapter 12
The Date
Maggie Butler<><><><><><><><>
I smooth my dress as I grasp my cold clutch against my hot skin. I wait for Harry to show up. I'm knocked out of my trance by a knock at the door. I breathe in and out. I open the door. There Harry stands, leaning against the doorframe, as he flicks his hair. He was wearing a silver tux with a skinny tie. "Wow. You look amazing Maggie." I blush, looking down at myself. I was wearing a light blue skinny at the top, fluffy at the bottom dress. It had strands of silver in the fluffy part, which contrasted perfectly to his tux. My dress was short, went about to mid-thigh. "Thanks." I smile. "Not too bad yourself." I laugh. He links his arm with mine and leads me towards the car. "So where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time. "It's a surprise." He says, once again. All I see is the dark road, and the headlights of an upcoming car. After about 20 minutes of driving, Harry stops the car. He runs around to my side and opens the door. He bows down, gesturing a hand in front of him. "My lady." He says. I giggle. He grabs my hand and leads me towards the destination he chose. He had his hands over my eyes, so I couldn't see a thing. I almost tripped more than once. He takes his giant hands off my eyes and I gasp. We were on a deserted cliff-top, over looking a beautiful valley below. "Harry.. I.. I don't know what to say. This is amazing!" I yell, jumping on him and throwing my arms around his neck. He stumbles at first then hugs me tighter. I pull away and kiss him. He sets me down. I grab his hand and lead him closer to the edge. "Mags probably not the best idea to be..." I ignore him. I stand on the very edge as I feel the wind rushing through my hair, all around me. Then the words, the horrifying words of all the horrid years of being bullied come back. "Just one step to freedom." I told myself. I closed my eyes, I felt the earth crackle beneath me. I begin to step forward. "Maggie!" Harry screams, throwing out his arms to reel me back in. "What the hell were you doing?" I shake my head. "Can we just have this date?" He looks at me confused for a second longer then nods. He lays out a blanket on the damp grass. He set down two glass plates and some wine glasses. He pours me a glass of cherry-red wine. "Harry?" He looks up from setting up the dinner. "What made you change your mind about me?" I twiddle my thumbs. "I don't know, Maggie, I guess just something about you, just, grabbed my attention this year." He shrugs. I nod, mouth slowly becoming agape, as if I were to say something, but no words came. We laugh at each others jokes and eat Harry's delicious homemade Fetticini. "Ready for this?" He asks, grinning wider than a fat man first in line at KFC. He pulls out to plates of cheesecake, my favorite. "Yes!" I say, triumphantly. I dig into the cheesecake, Harry laughing at me as I go. "You got a little something..." He gestures to his cheek. I grab a napkin and attempt to wipe it away. "Here. Let me." He says, leaning closer. My stomach erupts in butterflies at his warmth radiating off his body and towards mine. He lifts his finger and wipes something off the tip of my mouth. Then, he softly presses his lips to mine. He grasps my chin with his hand and presses his lips harder to mine. He lays me down on the grass. He rolls off of me and we look up. There we see the stars, shining bright. We lay there, staring up at the infinite sky above us, holding hands. I point to a spot near my head. "There's the Little Dipper!" I exclaim, proud of myself for finding it. "This view is amazing." I say, in awe. "Yeah it is." Harry replies, I look at him, though, he's looking at me, not the stars. "You aren't even looking at the stars." I laugh. "I wasn't talking about the stars." I blush furiously. I turn on my side to look at him. Now we lay there, hair damp from the grass, fancy clothes also wet, staring at each other, without a care in the world. He scooted his head towards mine. He kisses me passionately. I plant my hand on his face. I play with his hair between my fingertips. We pull away. I just stare into his eyes. "You wanna just go and watch some movies?" I ask. He nods. He stands up, wiping grass off himself. I lift my arms up, signaling for help. He grabs my hands, his warm touch sending fire up my arm. He springs me up so hard, I fly into his arms. I scream as I fly through the air. He catches me. "Well that was... Unexpected." I laugh. He laughs with me and sets me down. We walk hand in hand back to the car. "What about the..." I say motioning towards the little dinner we had set up on the grass. He throws his hand through the air. "Eh, it's alright." He states. He looks at me and grins. "Race you to the car!" He yells, bolting towards the car. "Hey I'm in heels!" I say, stumbling after him. I make it to the car and he already has the door open, waiting for me. I hop in and he goes to the drivers side. Once we get back to the house we change into more comfortable clothes, and sit on the couch, with blankets strewn over us. We laugh as we pop Talledaga Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby into the player. After a while, we get distracted from the movie into a make-out session. He lays me down on the couch. He trails up my shirt, warm hands burning my cold skin. He gets to my bra. He unhooks it. I laugh against his lips. He begins to lift up my shirt farther. I don't try and stop him. Eventually, he gets it off. I start to pull up his shirt, too. He helps me by pulling it off. He puts his hands underneath my lower back and pulls me upward, arching my back. I moan as he does this. He smiles, knowing he caused this. Then, he untangles himself from me, and takes me upstairs.
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