Deep in the meadow

The hunger games fan fiction.

This story is based on the lives of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark after the hunger games.


1. Deep in the meadow

I threw myself up so fast, I almost fell out of the bed. Another nightmare about Prim. Why won't they leave me? I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now. There was only one solution. Him. I still don't know how I feel about him. I love him, but I hate him. He's amazing, and he's horrible. Now I can't stop thinking about him. I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. I slowly walk over to the bedroom door. I have no idea why I'm trying to be quiet, I'm the only one here. I slowly open the door, and slide out onto the landing. I pick up my pace a little bit now. I glide down the stairs, and face my next obstacle: The front door. I put my hand on the handle, then pull it away. I put it back on, and pull away again. This time, when I put it on, I lock my fingers around it. I open the door, and step out into the cold night. I close the door behind me, then head towards my destination. The house to the right of mine. Not the left. The left was occupied by a drunken slob, and sometimes, an eccentric escort, who is fond of the colour pink.

I tap lightly down the steps at the front of my house, then turn right. In front of me, was the house I was heading to. I walk straight forward, almost slipping on the ice. My heart flutters as I reach his front door. It was unlocked, so I quietly open it, slither through a small opening I had created, and close it quietly behind me. This house was almost the same as mine. The only difference was the flour on the ground. I tip-toe quietly up the stairs, to make sure I don't awaken my saviour. I reach his bedroom door, and open it slowly. I take a peek in, and see his masculine body. I smile at the sight of him. He stirs around in the bed. How loud was I breathing? I slide in, and the door claps shut quietly behind me. I pull off my boots, and place them beside the door. He stirs again, and this time, lifts his head up. His eyes slide half-way open, and he smiles, obviously pleased to see me. "What are you doing here?" He asks as kind as anyone can ask that question. I start to answer, but He interrupts me. "nightmares?" I nod. He beckons me over to his bed. I climb in, and he puts his arm around me. I smile. It's been a while since I've had his arms around my body. He shivers, "You're cold." He gets up, and grabs a blanket from the armchair beside his bed. He wraps me in it, then returns to holding me. I wrap my legs around his, which I know he likes. I wrap my arms around him, and whisper in his ear, "Thanks, Peeta." Then I drift off to sleep.

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