Harry Styles Sad Imagines

The Hunger Games

I stood there, waiting for Effie Trinket to pick the names out of the bowls for the reaping. I have to admit, I was worried.
"Madison Stump," Effie called.
That was me, my name! I can't die in a freaking arena! I'm only 17! I thought I would get out of being reaped somehow! I only had one year before I couldn't be reaped!
Then she called the boy's name. Harry Styles. It sounded familiar when I heard it, and then I saw him. He walked up next to me and I saw that he was crying.
"Hey," I said.
"W-why did I-I get reaped?" He said in a worried tone.
"Because, Harry. Your name was picked."
"I know.... But why?" Harry said, running his hands through his long brown curls. He seems nice and cute. Too bad he's going to die in an arena.
"It was supposed to be another year of not getting reaped. I'm 17. I wasn't supposed to get reaped." I said.
"I'm 16..... I just..... I don't know." Harry sobbed.
"Don't worry. I'll help you win. And well... I'll help you stay alive until we're the last 2 tributes...... Then you can kill me."
"What! No.... I'm not killing anyone."
"Then I'll kill myself." I said.
"Well.... Why do you want me alive so badly?"
"Because I love you, Harry." I said.
"Well you can't love me because I'll die in the games and it'll break your heart so I don't want anyone to love me because of that!"
"Harry..."
"No! I'm done with this! I'll be the first tribute to die!"
Well..... It turns out he stayed alive a little longer than I'd thought, but..... After we started dating in the arena, he got killed by one of the tributes from District 6. I cried for the rest of the games and I ended up being a victor. I felt empty without Harry..... My brother Patrick told me it was alright. Of course he would, he will never get reaped because he's 21. After the games, though, I realised just how much I loved Harry. And just like that, he was gone, taken away by the Capitol.