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.


10. The Party

Chapter 10
The Party
Maggie Butler<><><><><><><>
It was just a friendly kiss right? I didn't mean for it to be real. Right? The confusion of that whole night was overwhelming. I live on my own now, since George got arrested. And since I was 18, I was legal to live on my own. I drive my Mustang home from school, and unlock my door. I was meeting up with Harry later to work on our project. He was coming here since George was gone. I dropped my whole new look. The only thing I kept was my contacts. Everyone had gone on with there normal everyday business, Chase stopped checking me out, Lacie still made fun of me, but Harry, Harry talked to me everyday. Not just about the project or to make fun of me, but to actually TALK to me. It was weird. I plop down on the couch, arms spread wide. I kick off my Vans and stretch out. I turn on the Telly and watch Brother Bear. I love this movie. Surprisingly, I had no homework today, well besides working on the project. I walk upstairs and deside to change. I change into some joggers and a t shirt. I slip on my spongebob slippers while I'm at it. I mean, why not? I lay back on the couch and spread out wide, hoping no one would interrupt my snooze fest. Of course, all of a sudden, I hear the doorbell rigging. I sigh. I slowly stand up and make my way towards the door. I open it. Harry stands there, smirking, looking me up and down. "What? I'm not trying to impress anyone." I protest. Harry just shrugs and walks in. "Okay so we need to-" Harry, very rudely I might add, interrupts me. "You wanna go to a party?" I look at him in shock. "What? I thought we were-" "Please?" He begs. I groan. I was just getting comfortable. I trudge up the stairs and walk to my closet. I look for my batman leggings along with my batman shirt and black stilettos. If we were going out, he was going to have to deal with this. I walk to the bathroom and apply all the make up that I would need. I decide to go with the more natural look. Then, I decide otherwise and add a bit of black to it to match my outfit. I curl my hair to perfection and smack my lips. I brush my teeth, just for safe measure, and grab my bag and head downstairs. "Ready?" I ask. Harry looks up from his phone. He grins. "Wow. You look great." He states. I blush and look down. He puts his hand on my lower back and guides me out the door. He leads me to his black Range Rover. He opens my door for me. I hop in and wait for him to make it to the other side. He starts up the car and turns on the radio. "This is the story of a girl..." Okay this was getting weird. That's the second time I've heard that song by accident. Weird. I ignore it BECAUSE I FREAKING LOVE THIS SONG. Harry stares at me. Oh shit did I say that out loud? I shrug it off and start to sing quietly. Harry starts to sing louder. I giggle. Then, I start to actually listen to his voice. He was amazing. "Harry you have an amazing voice." I say. He looks out the window, no doubt hiding a blush. I mean, that's what I would do. "Thanks." He says quietly. The rest of the way to, where ever we were going, was silent. We arrive at a house with thumping music, trash littered around the house, and sluts everywhere. "Harry? Whose party is this?" I ask nervously. "Chase's." he states. I groan. He smirks at me. We walk in and I just stand awkwardly around people dancing, unsure of what to do. Harry goes over and says hi to his friends. I hear Chase whisper, "Who brought Butler?" I mentally slap myself for being stupid enough to come here. No one likes me, why should I go to parties? "She looks hot." Chase finishes. I gape. "Excuse me?" I whirl around. "I said, Butler, that you look hot. You must not hear that very often." Chase says, bluntly. I scoff and turn around, heading for the door. Harry grabs my arm. "C'mon Maggie! Just have a drink." He says, tugging me to the drinks. "Fine." I mutter. He hands me a shot and grabs one for him, too. "To a new friendship." He says, clinking the glass to mine. I couldn't help but smile. I lift the shot to my lips and felt it burn as it slid down my throat. "Get me another." I say. He hands me another. And another. And another. By this time I could barely tell what was going on around me. I head to the dance floor, with Harry and I remember grinding up to him as he held my hips. We head over to a corner and he presses his lips to mine, hard and passionately. His younger slides into my mouth and I moan. I tangle my fingers in his hair and he holds my bum. We stand there for what seemed like hours. Finally, catching a breath, we pull away. He drags me out to the dance floor, where we did some more dancing. "Lets get out of here." I whisper seductively into Harry's ear. He gulps and nods. I lightly grab his hand and start to head out to his Range Rover. Once we get back to my house, he walks me to my front door. "I had fun tonight. Goodnight Maggie." He says. Before he could protest, I crash my lips to his, pulling him inside. We start to have a make out session in the middle of my hallway. My vision was blurred, but I still led him to my bedroom. He lays me down and kisses me. Not in a drunken, sloppy way, like it had been the whole night, but in a loving way. He presses me harder into the mattress. He pulls away. "Not tonight." He whispers. I whimper and crawl under the duvet. He starts to walk out of the room. "Where the h-hell do y-you think you're g-going?" I slur. I motion him back towards me and pay the spot next to my side. He crawls in next to me. I snuggle up close to him, no gap between us. "Goodnight Harry." "Goodnight Maggie."
I snap my eyes open and look to my left. Right there, was Harry. Oh shit did I sleep with him? I wanted my first time to be magical, not drunk. From my sudden jolt, Harry opens his eyes. "Hey Love." He says in his sexy morning voice. Stop that Maggie! "Did we..?" I ask. He smirks. "As much as you wanted to, no, we did not." He states. I stand up, pacing the room. "What happened last night?" I ask, worried. He just smirks wider. Then it all comes flooding back. The shots. The grinding, the kissing. I frown. "No! We were both really drunk, so technically nothing happened!" I shout. He becomes more serious. "I wasn't that drunk." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. "What did you just say?" I ask, turning around. "I wasn't that drunk." He says louder, his voice stern. I look at him in shock. "Harry.. I-" he's immediately right in front of me. His hands go tony face. "Maggie, look, I really like you. You may not feel the same, but I do like you." He says. I'm at a loss for words. I want to scream, "I like you too Harry!" But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't know why, we had made up and everything, but I didn't think it had to do with him bullying me. "Harry... You're just saying that because I've changed." The words flow out of my mouth before my brain could even process it. He looks at me in shock. "Maggie. I started liking you the minute we started this project together. The way you smiles made my stomach go crazy with butterflies. The way I would brush past you in the halls makes me go crazy. I've gone insane over you, Maggie. So, I guess what I'm asking is, will you be my girlfriend?"
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