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.


2. The Project

Chapter 2
The Project
I slam my locker door shut and pull down my sleeves, covering the burns. My step father had boiled water on the stove and made me stick my arm in it. Because I got a seventy on my geometry test. I walk down the hallway and immediately fall. I prop myself up and turn around to see someone snickering and walking away. I see a mop of curls flopping around. Finally, I had had enough. "Styles!" I scream down the hallway as I stand up. He stops high-fiving his friends for a moment to look at me. "What, Butler?" He says, strutting over to get in my face. I stood up to my full height, which was not much standing next to him, he was at least 6 inches taller than me. I put a finger in his face. "I'm getting real tired of your shit, Styles." I say, clearly pissed. "Aw what are you gonna do about it? Huh? Are you gonna tell on me?" He taunts. I roll up my sleeves, not thinking. I throw my back pack off my shoulders. "Bring it on Styles!" I yell. "What happen to you? Do you burn yourself because you have a major crush on me, but I will never like you back? Is that it?" I clench my fists. "In your fucking dreams Styles." I say, picking up my back pack and stomping down the hallway. "That's right! Run from your problems you little bitch!" Lacie yells over Harry's shoulder. I stop for a moment, shaking my head. God, she was dumb. To make this day worse, I had Drama next. I sigh and make my way down to the theatre. I sit in the second row, again, and start to take my play book out of my back pack. I sit there, patiently tapping my fingers on the desk, as that slut of a human being, Lacie, struts her way into the classroom, Harry slowly trailing behind her. She was wearing high-waisted shorts with her butt hanging out, with a tank top so tight, her fake boobs were practically spilling out of her shirt. I snort and look away. "Something funny, Butler?" She asks. I mentally laugh. Yes there is, it's how fake you are amuses me. "Nope, just you look so plastic today, Lacie, did you get another boob job? That must be, what? Ten? Fifteen?" I say. She just scoffs and continues walking. "Okay class, lets get started." Mrs. Peters says from the front of the room. "Since it has been exactly 2 weeks since school started, we will be starting our projects." She says, passing out the paper explaining it. I quickly examine the paper. We have to write a two-person play and then act it out in front of the class, was pretty much what it said. "Okay, I will now be assigning partners. Okay first up is, Matha and Clay..." She continues reading off the list and I cross my fingers in hope of someone at least slightly smart. "Lacie and George, Maggie and Harry..." She continues reading and eyes me as I groan. All I wanted was an A for this class. Not even an A+! Just a simple A. But no. I had to be paired up with a dumbass douchebag. After class, I go up to Mrs. Peters. "Mrs. Peters, I cannot work with," my eyes dart to Harry Styles figure walking by. "him." I say, giving him a disgusted once over before scoffing. "For once, Rosie," Harry says winking. "Mrs. Peters to you sir!" Mrs. Peters says, clearly taken aback. "Right whatever. I would have to agree with Mrs. Smartass over here." He says, jabbing a thumb in my direction. "Language Mr. Styles! I'm sorry guys I can't help you, this project is specifically to work on your coping skills. You will not always get who you want for a project, but you'll have to deal with it. Who knows? Maybe y'all will become friends!" She says excitedly. I groan and stifle a laugh. "Him? Um, no. Thanks anyways Mrs. P." I say. I walk out of the classroom with Harry right on my heels. Once I get to my locker, Harry leans against the one next to mine. "Since the title and summary of the play is due tomorrow, how about we hook up tonight. Oh look, Butler, your dream is coming true! You get to talk to me after school!" He says obnoxiously. I roll my eyes. "Your house 4 o'clock." I say. "Not a chance in hell Butler. Your house, 4 o'clock." He says. I tense up. "But-" before I can continue, he walks away. "Shit." I mutter under my breath. This was not going to end well.
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