The Hunger Games?!

Hi. My name is Britnee and I'm in the Hunger Games. I was sent here with an obnoxious boy named Niall. My parents, Katniss and Peeta, have faith I will survive. They told me that if I "fall in love" with Niall like they did with each other, then I have a better chance of survivng... But the thing is, my cousin Liam and my friend Zayn are tributes as well. I meet Louis at some point along the way and we both have a mutual hate towards Harry... But I'm not too sure it's hate I feel towards Harry...


7. Heated

   "You know you can get off of me now, right?!" I quickly stood up, brushing myself off. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," I mumbled. "Don't give me that bullshit, little girl. You saw me, and thats the only reason you came over here," I rolled my eyes in the dark. "Don't try to tell me why I came over here." With that, I walked away, my night gown swishing around my knees. HIs voice was familiar as it echoed through my head... I've heard it before, but I couldnt quite put my finger on it. I walked down the hall, thinking about who the voice could have been. I pushed the door to the kitchen open, my eyes widening aat the scene before me. Zayn and Harry were talking... Laughing at old Hunger Games clips. There was a beautiful girl and a boy... Possibly her boyfriend... Sitting next to her. They both seemed uncomfortable as the two boys laughed at videos of young people dying. My heart dropped. My dream was right... Harry would turn Zayn against me. They would turn everyone against me. I quietly stood in the doorway and the train door closed loudly behind me. The people jumped in their seats, surprised to see me sitting there. I could feel my blood begin to broil when Harry looked at me. He just looked... Hugry. I stood up unwillingly anad walked over to him, reaching over his head to turn off the television. "I think it's time for all of us to go to sleep, don't you, Harry? You wouldn't wanna look tired in front of all those people in the capital," I announced. Everyone in the group turned white and looked at Harry as if they were awaiting his reaction. He breathed in deeply, his nostrils flaring slightly. "Yeah... I think we should all go to bed." The color returned to all of their faces and they exited the room, making their way back to their bunks. Zayn stayed behind with me, wrapping his arms around my small frame. "Brit, I know you don't like him, but I was only trying to help us... You know, find a way to higher our chances of making it out of this." I nodded and looked up at him, into his eyes. "Thank you."

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