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.

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5. We Have A Problem

Chapter 5
We Have A Problem
Maggie Butler
The car ride to my house is silent. I was about to snap in half it was so quiet, no radio, no nothing, when finally, Harry speaks. "So how come you have 'Stay Strong' on your wrist?" My heart races. How am I supposed to tell him it's supposed to stop me from cutting? "I, uh, it, uh, helps me get through tough times." I stutter. "That's stupid." He says. "You know, your friends aren't around. You don't have to be so mean to me." I say. "I have a reputation to uphold." He says cockily. I snort. "What?" He asks. "You mean the reputation of sleeping around with girls, drinking under age, and bullying other kids?" I ask. He stays quiet. "Exactly." I state. The rest of the car ride is silent. This time, I had remembered to tell George that I was bringing a boy home. He wasn't too happy about it though. Luckily, he was at a board meeting for work in a town I forget the name that was a couple hours away so he was gone for the night. I unlock the door and throw my back pack on the ground by the door. "Uh George is gone, so yeah we don't have to worry about him." I say, scratching the back of my neck. I set my stuff down on the kitchen counter. I look at Harry. He was staring at the floor. "Styles?" I ask. "I don't." He states simply. He what? "You don't what?" I ask. He looks up at me with sad eyes. "I don't sleep around with girls." I stand there in shock. "I, I, uh," I stutter. He goes and sits on the couch. I think for a moment then I go sit next to him. "We'll you kind of make it seem that way." I mutter. He looks at his lap. "I know. I don't want to be this way, but I feel like I have to." He says sadly. "You know," I say lifting up my sleeves. "I have this tattoo so I won't cut myself." I say quietly. I'm in shock that I just said that. He looks at me with his mouth open. "Why would you want to cut yourself?" He asks. Now I'm the one to look at him in shock. Did he not see my step father beating me up? Or does he just not remember all the times he bullied me? "I think you can answer that one yourself." I say. "You know, um, Maggie?" He asks, glancing at me. That was the first time he has called me Maggie in 4 years. "Yeah?" I say, looking at him. "You, uh, looked, um," he cleared his throat. "You, uh, looked, pretty, um, today." I look at him with wide eyes. "Uh, thanks." I say, still shocked. I'm still watching him. He turns and he looks at me. Suddenly, I notice that the gap between us is getting smaller, smaller. Out of no where, he softly presses his lips to mine. I gasp and kiss him back. I rake my fingers through his hair as he holds his hands to my hips. Finally, out of breath, we pull away. I look him in the eye. He had a special sparkle I hadn't seen before. The butterflies that had just resently erupted in my stomach, were now like little butterflies with machine guns that had rabies that were randomly firing in my stomach. I bite my lip. "Where did that come from?" I ask. "I have no clue," he smiles. "But I think I liked it." I open my mouth to say something but am at a loss for words. "Wait, you have a girlfriend!" I exclaim. "I know." He says casually. I roll my eyes. "You're impossible." I sigh. "Lets get back to work." I say. He smirks. We start to write the play. We decide it might be a good idea to act out the first scene. I pretend to be walking down a busy street. Then, I pretend to bump into Harry. "Oh, I'm sorry." I say. "Watch where you're going!" He shouts. "Whatever." I mutter. I walk down to the nearest "Starbucks". When I get in I sit at a "table" once I get my "coffee". Then, Harry walks in and "orders" but there are no seats, so long scene short, he sits next to me and, asks me out. Once we finish the scene, I say, "Okay, I think that's good enough for tonight. You should go." I say practically pushing him out the door. "Why so soon Butler?" He asks, leaning against the wall outside the doorway. I slam the door in his face. I lean against the door and slide down. No, this can not be happening. I did not just kiss Harry Styles. My school bully. The kid that bullied me so bad, I cut myself. The kid that caused me to get a tattoo not to cut myself. I put my head in my hands. I cry. I just cry. That's all I feel I can. Then, I hear a knock on the door. I sniffle. I wipe my eyes real fast, then straighten my hair as I stand up. I open the door. Harry is standing there, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "Hey, uh, Maggie?" He says, looking down. Then he looks up. "What's wrong?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed. "Nothing. It's nothing." I say. He shrugs. "Hey, can you not, um, tell people about, uh, what happened here?" He asks. "You mean you kissing me? You mean you saying you liked it? You mean-" "Yes. Yes that's what I mean." Harry cuts me off. "Don't worry. I wasn't planning on telling the world that Ultimate Douchebag kissed me." I say, slamming the door in his face again. I run up to my room. I jump on my bed. I bury my face in my pillow and cry. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
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