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.


20. We Meet Again

Chapter 20

We Meet Again

Maggie Butler

I wake up, with a pounding headache and a sober mind, with a body full of regret. 

I sit up, and the memories hit me like a bee sting. Also, the headache thumping in my brain gets louder and more painful. 

I groan and throw myself back on the bed. I groan again at how much that hurt. 

I just then, snap up, forgetting the pain that shoots everywhere in my body and gasp. Hands shaking, I place them on the sides of my head, pulling the hair out.

The boy. The boy was a boy. A boy that I never wanted to see there. A boy I hoped never to get involved with. A boy so horrible, and dreadful, that I want to rip his face off. A boy that goes by the name of Chase.

I had made out with him, and almost gone all the way with him. With Chase. As in Chase Parker, the player, the thief, the jerk, and worst of all, my ex-boyfriend's best friend. 

I pick up my phone and see I have a missed call from an unknown number.

I click on it, phone ringing.

"Hello?" A deep, raspy voice answers. 

"Yes you called me I was wondering who this is?"

"Maggie. It's Chase."

I panic. My breath stops. I did the only thing I could. I hit the red button. 

I let out my breath, throwing my phone on my bed and heading towards my closet. 

I pick out baggy sweat pants and a t shirt, with a messy bun. I grab my phone and slide on my glasses, heading out. 

I walk to my car and drive. I didn't know where to, or why, but it soothed me. 

Just then, I see a flash of blonde hair and a light purple shirt walking out of... Harry's house?

I roll down my window.

"Hey Stranger."

He snaps his head around. When Niall sees me he smiles. Although it wasn't the smile he had on at the ballroom, no, it was... Almost strained.

"Hey," then he furrows his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

I shrug. "Just driving around, clearing my mind."

He makes a small 'o' shape with his mouth.

"Need a ride?" I ask, nodding my head in the direction of the passenger seat. 

He nods, walking towards it.

He opens the door, almost tentatively, then hops in.

"What have you been up to?" I ask, griping the steering wheel lightly.

"Oh, erm, you know, the usual. What about you?" 

"Oh, well nothing, I guess." I say, remembering the party and my pounding headache currently happening. 

I place my fingers to my temples, and closing my eyes.

I remember I am driving and straighten back with the road.

"What's wrong?" Niall asks, boring his eyes into the side of my face. 

I glance in his direction. "Can I trust you?"

He nods his head. "Yes."

"Okay so I went to a party last night," 

"Uh-oh." He jokes.

"Yeah, 'uh-oh' is right. And I got really drunk, and I kinda almost went all the way with a guy. But it just so happens that that guy," I gulp, holding back the suppressing tears. "Is Chase Parker." I hit my head against the steering wheel.

His eyes widen, then close, as if nothing happened. "Who is Chase Parker?" 

"My ex-boyfriend's best friend, also known as 'Ultimate Douche'."



I turn the radio up louder to fill the silence.

"Next we have a song that was by a band that not many people knew about, but I liked." The female radio announcer says. 

"You're insecure, don't know what for," I see Niall stiffen up, then, unexpectedly, he changed it.

He gives a fake grin when I look at him. "I don't like that song."

Once I get Niall to his destination that he told me, I stop the car.

"Bye Niall."

"Do you want to come in?" He flinches after he says this, almost remembering something.

I shrug. "Sure, why not?"

I turn off the car and walk towards the house. I liked Niall. I really did. I just didn't know if it was as a friend or more yet.

I guess we were about to find out.

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