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.


14. The Heartbreak

Chapter 14
The Heartbreak
Maggie Butler
"Babe, what's- oh my God! What happened?" Harry screeches. I glance at him, then turn back to my reflection. "I-I don't know." I state. He wraps his arms around me. We both stare intently at my strange reflection. I finally figured it out. "I think I had a nose bleed in the middle of the night." I state. At first I had thought it was from my cuts on my wrist, but the scars were tightly shut. "Oh." Harry says, straightening up. He turns me around, eyes searching my face. I suddenly became very self-conscious. I grab my left arm with my right hand, avoiding his gaze. "Mag?" He tries to catch my eye, but I keep my eyes set on the floor. He lifts my chin with his pointer finger. "Why were you crying?" Noticing my red nose and puffy eyes. "I-I wasn't." "Maggie. I know you were crying. What's up babe?" He asks, concern in his eyes. "I just had a bad dream." I say, technically not lying. He wraps his strong arms around me. I squeeze my eyes shut, tentatively wrapping my arms around his torso. I go on my tip toes so I could rest my head on his shoulder. He releases me. "Let me clean you up." He says. I nod. He grabs the towel on my counter and runs warm water over it. He dabs it on my face, wiping away the blood. It felt like he was wiping away all my worries, fears, and pain. Once he finished, he wiped the access tears with his thumb. "Better?" He asks, placing his hands on my hips. I nod, placing my hands on his shoulder. I lay a soft, short kiss on his lips. He picks me up off the counter. He puts me on the ground and holds my hand as we walk out of the bathroom. We go downstairs and sit on the couch. He turns on a movie. The Notebook. I curl up next to him. Even though I had just woken up, I lay my head on his shoulder and fall asleep.

I lean on my locker, waiting for Harry to drive me home. I look at my watch. It was already 4:15. I decide to go and look for him. I wander the halls aimlessly searching. Then I turn a corner, almost giving up hope. I found Harry, but not how I would've liked to find him. He had both hands on opposite sides of a girl's face, lips pressed to hers. To make it worse? The girl, that Harry was making out with? Lacie. The tears that I didn't even notice were hot on my face and streamed out like buckets. I let out a whimper. Harry snapped his head in my direction, regret and hurt flashing across his face. I put my shaking hands to my mouth. "Maggie I can-" I cut him off by running in the opposite direction. My backpack was bouncing on my shoulders, feet pounding on the ground. My heart was hammering in my chest. I heard his feet running after me, and his screams. But adrenaline was pumping through my veins like lightning. Once I began to tire, he caught up to me. He grabs my arm and wrenches me around. "Maggie! She kissed me!" He argues. "That's why you had her pinned against the wall!" I countered. He looks at me with wide eyes. "I was telling her to stay away from you!" He screams. He tightens his grip on my arm. "That hurts." I whimper. He lets go of me, mouth agape, looking sad. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I run. I turned around and I ran. "Maggie!" He screams. He begins to run after me. My feet hit the pavement harder with each step, making it obvious I was getting tired. "Maggie please just, let me explain!" He yells. I start to slow. I turn around and fold my arms across my chest. "You have 60 seconds. Go." I state, counting in my head. "Maggie. I would never hurt you and you know that! Ever since we have been together, Lacie has been trying to win me back. She kept talking to me and getting all close and in my grill. So today she was hanging on me and stuff, so I got fed up. I slammed her against the lockers, telling her to stop and she kissed me." He states. I tried to believe him. "Did you kiss her back?" I ask. "What?" "Did. You. Kiss. Her. Back." I say through gritted teeth. He puts his hand on the back of his neck and avoids my glare. "I can't believe I trusted you. I knew it was too good to be true. We are through. I hate you Harry Styles." I say, turning on my heels and walking away. I felt the tear sting my eyes. As the did, I could hear him yelling, but I ignored it. I slowly unfolded my arms from across my chest. I began to go into a jog, then a run, then a sprint. I pump my arms, wondering where to go. Then, I think back to a couple years ago, when I would immediately know where to go. I brushed that thought away. I couldn't go home, Harry would look for me there. I couldn't go to Julia or Gracey's they were both on vacation that I couldn't go on. I had no where to go. Then, I think back, once again, to a couple years ago. Before I knew it, I was off.
I push open the door and inspect my surroundings. It was even more beautiful than I remembered it. The ballroom was all marble, columns surrounding the entrance. It was completely empty, besides a giant, white grand piano sitting in the middle. I set my backpack on the ground with a thud. The noise echoes around the room. I turn in circles, tears on the edge of spilling over. Okay, I have a confession. Before my mom died, she would take me here and teach me to play. She was an amazing pianist. I slowly walk towards the piano. I sit down on the rectangular seat. I brush my fingertips across the keys, finally pressing into them, playing the familiar tune. The song had helped me more than anyone, besides my mom, had ever helped me. I didn't want to sing, afraid of someone hearing and mostly, afraid of hearing the lyrics. I hit the last note of Skyscraper, by Demi Lovato. The tear that had been cowering behind my eyelid, finally got up the courage to fall over the edge and splash on to the key I was pressing into. Suddenly, there was a horrible noise as all the keys are being pressed at once, as I lay my head on my arms, crying into them. "That was beautiful."
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