The Celebrity Games

"May good fortune follow you wherever you go!" The celebrity games, only one rule: Kill or be killed. When the royal family took over the world, region 13 of England rebelled and in consequence, got nuked within an inch of its life. As payment for this rebellion, the royals instated The celebrity games where each year a celebrity would be chosen and the country that they're from would have to produce two female or male competitors to compete in a chosen arena, fighting to the death. As a prize for surviving, they get to marry the chosen celebrity. But this year is going to be so different...


12. The rooftop

Changing into a loose white t-shirt and purple jeans, I darted out of my room, ninja running across the deserted living area and into the lift. Once the doors had closed behind me, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was keeping in. Pressing the button marked 'rooftop' the lift whizzed up two floors before finally stopping and opening its metal doors.

Wrapping my arms around myself, wishing I had brought a jumper, I walked outside of the confines of the lift and stepped onto the roof, searching about for a sign of Harry. He was nowhere to be seen, but to be honest I was about ten minutes early. Huffing slightly, I walked over to the edge and leaned on the metal gate; peering down from this great height, I could make out Albert Square. Even at this late hour there were quite a few people walking about, coming back from west end shows or clubbing. The majority of them were drunk as fornication. I didn't hear the lift doors opening behind me, so when Harry started to speak I nearly fell over the railings and off the roof itself.

"Thanks for coming, Fran." He murmured, leaning in close to my ear.

"Oh my Boson, you scared the bejebus out of me..." I yelled, placing a hand delicately over my heart.

"Oh, sorry. I assumed you had heard me walking towards you." He laughed, his chuckles warm and inviting.

"Yeah... I would've, but I was distracted. I definitely won't be doing that in the arena." I told him, still a little wary.

"Let's hope not, otherwise there would be no point in me calling you up here." He grinned. I wasn't sure if he was joking or not this time so I gave him a tiny half smile, one of those 'corner of the mouth twitches'. Turning back to the scene below, I just wanted to go to bed so I would be ready for training tomorrow. I'm still a bit shaky on camouflage.

"So why did you ask me to meet you up here then?" I asked, looking at the London eye turning. I wonder if they ever turn it off...

In the corner of my eye, I saw Harry lean on the railing next to me. At first glance, he seemed to be watching the skyline, but as I observed him in more detail, his eyes kept on wandering to me and back to the horizon. Eventually they just stayed on my features. Rolling my eyes and raising an eyebrow, I turned my head to face him and shot him an exasperated look. Quick as a flash, his eyes suddenly darted to a really 'interesting' cloud, and I swear I could see a blush forming on his cheeks. I brushed it off, of course he wouldn't blush just because I looked at him. That's stupid.

"Erm... Well I just had some information concerning your choice of allies." He mumbled, his eyes still locked onto the cloud which had now transformed from an uninteresting blob to an equally, but different, shaped uninteresting blob.

"What's wrong with them?" I questioned, a sharp, concerned note mingled in with the words. He stayed silent for a while, twiddling his thumbs. "Harry look at me!" I ordered, my voice raising a little. That got his attention alright. In fact, he looked slightly scared; I know I would be if I was in his position.

"Urm... Well..." He stuttered, trying to find the right words. Taking a few deep breaths, I stopped panicking and gave him a warm smile, my hand on his rigid shoulder to try and calm him down. At my touch, he relaxed and smiled shyly, looking down into my eyes. Suddenly, I felt myself blushing a little and I looked down, smiling a little and biting my lip.

Wait, no! What about Matisse? Why was I blushing? As nice as Harry seems, I don't like him like that. I don't even know him! Snapping out of it, I looked up, not making eye contact with him.

"So, uh. What's the information?" I asked, softening my voice. I couldn't let him know that what I really wanted to do was scream at him and demand he told me what it was before I did something drastic and rash like throw him off the roof. I need a good alliance or my chances of winning were basically up in flames. Sure, I could survive on my own but when it came to the final six or seven I would have a pack of girls on my back and I doubt I would be able to take even one of them down without another stabbing me in the heart or something.

"I don't know much, but I do know this," He explained, his nerves calmer than they were before, "one of your friends can't be trusted. They may be calm and sweet and innocent now, but as soon as they hit the arena, she's joining the fangirl club. She's already in alliance with two people you've met. Glorie and Maria. The two girls you haven't met are Mckenzie Elizabeth Henry and Valentine Sophia Gorges. All except Maria are uber scary fangirls, but evil and bitchyness takes the form of Mckenzie Henry. She's the queen of the fangirls and unfortunately is fighting for me... I don't want to be married to her; I'd rather die."

"So, what do you want me to do?" I interrogated, curious as to why he was telling me this.

"Well, I'm just saying be careful who you trust. I don't want you to die out there..." He replied, a look of concern etched on his face.

"Uh, thanks I guess..." I said, bemused. "Well, I'd better be getting back. I'll heed your warning, Styles."

As I was starting to walk back to the lift, he caught my arm and stopped me, twirling me around to face him again. Looking deep into my eyes, he placed his free hand on my other arm.

"I mean it, Fran. I want you to stay safe. Whatever the cost." He told me, pulling me into a hug. Feeling obliged to hug back, I patted his back awkwardly and pulled away from him slowly, flashing him a cheeky grin.

"Well, you know me! I'll be fine. You coming down?" I gestured towards the lift. Shaking his head, he looked out towards the star-spotted horizon.

"No, I think I'll stay out here for a while. You go back and sleep, you have training tomorrow..." He dismissed, giving me a sorry smile and turned his back on me, leaning on the railing again. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness dig into my heart. Why was I upset? Sure, I felt comfortable talking to him, but was that really the reason?

Pressing the button labelled '12', the last thing I saw before the lift doors closed was his silhouette mingled in with the railings standing out against the haze of artificial lighting that was the major city down below his feet. I guess I just wasn't ready to know what I felt about him. Not yet anyway.

The lift sunk down; I wondered what was on the thirteenth floor. Why did we even have a thirteenth floor here? Its not like we had thirteen regions to fill them up with...

Walking out of the lift, I had an idea and waited, watching the numbers on the top as the lift started to go up again. I had my suspicions and I wanted to see if they were correct. Keeping my eyes on the numbers at the top of the entrance to the lift, I watched with a keen eye as they started to descend.



Then it stopped.

HA! I knew it! Harry had gotten off at the thirteenth floor which proves that currently, One Direction are there.

Don't they know how dangerous that could be? Any random fangirl below could easily go up there and have their wicked ways with them. To claim them as their own by force, if you like. Still, they'd gotten this far without any incidents and who's to say that other celebrities haven't done this in the past?

Smirking, I tiptoed my way back to my room and flopped onto the bed, fatigued beyond measure. I didn't care that I still had my clothes on, I could change in the morning, right?

Before I even knew it, I was asleep and dreaming about a pineapple virus that was sweeping the empire. Anyone who caught it ended up with bright green hair and yellow skin. I wouldn't have minded, but then someone started to eat my arm...

Shooting up out of my current sprawled-across-the-bed position, I was momentarily blinded by an unknown source until I looked around and saw that the curtains were wide open and the sunlight was streaming through the exposed glass. Rolling my eyes, I stretched and went to get a shower. Changing into a black polo shirt and leggings that had been left out for me in the bathroom for training, I went out into the large living room and ate my usual breakfast of golden syrup porridge and boiled water at the relatively big table in the corner of the room. The only other person up was Lizzie who's primping routine took a full three hours to complete. She needed to get up early to finish in time for her day's events. Sighing, I figured that her day would be full of socialising and promotion parties while mine would be full of learning what and what not to eat in different environments. I didn't mind but most of the information would be trivial.

I already knew most of it, being a hunter and all, sometimes I wouldn't see any game the whole day, so I would collect things from the woods. We weren't poor back in region 12, but neither were we rich. Throughout all the tyranny and bias going on in the world we managed to find a happy medium back at home when half of the other regions would be throwing great feasts away and the other half barely getting a crumb. I mainly hunted for the feeling of it and when I got something, I would sell it on for a couple of extra pounds. You'd be surprised what you can make into soup.

Heading towards the lift, I realised I had two more hours until the gymnasium even opened for training. But then it occurred to me that I could go and pay my 'friends' upstairs a visit. Why not? Maybe Harry will tell me who the traitor is.

Pressing the button with the number '13' printed on it, the lift slowly elevated until I heard a 'bing!' signalling that I had arrived. With a swoosh, the doors parted to reveal an apartment identical to mine in every detail except for one thing. Five very confused looking boys eating breakfast.
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