Our Story (Haymitch x Effie, Hayffie)

Chapter 3

Effie's POV

I was glad he let me stay. I was really tired that day and had been thinking about crashing there anyways. It was going to be at Katniss and Peeta's place, but Haymitch invited me first, so of course I accepted. I caught him staring at me for a long time when I walked into victor's village. I thought he was just surprised by seeing me there.

At night, I woke up to screams. I immediately knew they came from Haymitch and I ran to his room. "Haymitch?" I asked. "Are you alright?" He stared at me like I was someone he didn't recognise, but he quickly snapped out of it. "Effie?" He asked puzzlingly. "What are you doing here?" "I was staying here, remember?" He nodded. "Oh yeah, sorry for waking you up." "It's alright," I replied. "What happened? Why were you screaming?" He looked embarrassed. "Nightmares. I get them a lot, actually. The girl with the axe in her face, the nightmare flamingos that could cut throats, my organs almost falling out of my body. Sometimes the girl with the axe in her face changes to you. It breaks me." I was shocked. "Don't worry, it's okay," I said. "They're just nightmares. They're not true, your mind fabricated them." He calmed down. "Do you want me to stay?" I asked. "Yes, please." I gave him a hug, but he wouldn't let go. I can't believe I did, but I asked him if I should get him a drink. He didn't reply. Then, his face landed on my shoulder. He fell asleep. I sighed and put him back into his bed.

The next morning, he wasn't awake yet, even though it was 10am. I walked into his room to bring him some water. I put it on his desk and said: "Haymitch, wake up. It's 10am." He didn't wake up. "HAYMITCH!" I screamed. He woke up. "What the f*ck?" He said. "It's 10am." "Oh," he sighed. "Well, thank you for waking me up." "You're welcome." "What is that smell?" "Eggs, you want some?" "Yes please. Thank you sweetheart." I always thought it was funny that he called me and Katniss "sweetheart". Jokingly slash drunkenly, of course. But this time it didn't seem either of those. Was he actually calling me sweetheart? I blushed at the thought. He walked in the room. He was wearing sweatpants, like, just sweatpants. He was shirtless. Was he always walking around like this? He was in surprisingly good shape, for a guy known for being the drunk. It's not like he had a sixpack, he was just in good shape. "Those smell good," he said.

After I finished the eggs, I brought a plate to him. He smiled. "Thank you sweetheart." I think I blushed a little too much after that, because he laughed out loud. "Why are you blushing?" He asked. "Nothing," I said, my face becoming red as a tomato. He let out a giggle. "Effie, do you have one of those high-school crushes on me? That's okay, we all have those sometimes." "Uh," I stuttered. "Sit down," he said, with a grin on his face. I sat down. He leaned in as if he was going to whisper something in my ear, but he kissed me. He kissed me. It smelled of scotch, whiskey, those kind of things. I usually don't really like that, I only like wine, but this tasted surprisingly good. Neither of us pulled back our lips. He grabbed my face and after we had a quick breath, our lips crashed back into eachother. I don't know what kind of wierd force was controlling me, but I just wanted more of this man. This man I had found extremely annoying for the last something like twenty years, I just wanted more of him.