If It Means A Lot To You (A Hunger Games Au)

Chapter 7

Niall's breath was uneven as his back was against the cavern wall, Zayn with his back on Niall's chest, clutching his right leg tightly.

"Shh, shh. You're okay. You're okay. I've got you. You're okay," Niall mumbled, carding his fingers through the sweaty fringe that stuck to Zayn's forehead. Zayn's head was lolled back against Niall's shoulder, as Niall had one arm around the older boy's middle, the other hand gently petting the raven hair.

"Hurts," Zayn managed through ragged breaths.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Zayn."

Zayn wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to get hurt and now it was all his fault because he was hurt. Niall's grip on the boy's waist tightened when he knew that this was his fault. He was stupid and their moves were naive.

"Don't. Be. Angry," Zayn tried once more to speak, the pain obvious in his voice, " with. Yourself. It was- my fault too."

"No, Zayn-"

"Shut up. Yes, it was. We're in this." He looked up at Niall, "Together."

"Together?"

"Together."

*

"I'm sorry."

Zayn muffled another scream in his jacket sleeve as Niall finished cleaning and wrapping his leg. He focused on Niall's voice, as the younger boy kept mumbling things to keep him distracted.

"Okay. I'm done."

Zayn let his arm drop beside him, taking deep breaths. With unfocused eyes, he watched the blonde boy move around.

"Niall."

He turned around quickly to his name, walking over to Zayn. He sat down, placing Zayn's head in his lap. He shushed the older boy quietly, petting the sweaty fringe out of his eyes.

Niall watched the boy blink up at him slowly, searching his face. The moved wildly, Niall catching himself in a hazel trance.

"Thank you."

The blonde boy was snapped out of his daze when he heard Zayn speak once more.

"It's okay. 'm fault anyway."

"No, it wasn't." Zayn reached out, tugging on the blonde's jacket sleeve.

"Ye-"

"No. Don't you dare blame this on yourself. It was my fault too."

Niall sighed in defeat and nodded, smiling gently at the older boy, brushing his fingers softly over the boy's face, tracing his features. His jaw, his cheekbone, his eyelids. Niall hasn't noticed how close he had moved his face towards Zayn's, trying to memorise every detail of his. It's not until Zayn lets out a small and hitched-breath, along with a whispered "Niall", is when he feels the boy's shallow breath mingling with his.

Zayn, still looking and searching at the blonde's beautiful face, licks his lips nervously, and doesn't miss the way Niall's eyes flicker to his lips and back to meet his eyes.

Niall leans in another inch, and it would have been good, no, it would've been perfect, if it wasn't for the anthem to play. Niall moves back quickly, still keeping his eyes locked with Zayn's, as they pay attention to the voice speaking.

"Congratulations! My dear remaining tributes! We're so glad that you have come this far in the games. So, in celebration, we have decided to be... generous in a manner of speaking. You see, there are only four remaining tributes in the arena, and all of you seem to be rather, well, skilled. So we have set a new rule: two tributes may be allowed to go home. And that's not all, you two teams new something desperately. The feast will be held in the centre of the forest, by a rather large pine tree. It'll start tomorrow evening; I hope you will join us for the celebration. That is all."

...

Zayn and Niall are quiet, waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing does, Niall's the first to speak,

"They set a trap?"

"They set two."

He looked down at the older boy.

"How?"

"The feast. Something we need, but that means a possibility of running in to the other team; and the teams.

"Why the teams?"

"They want to see which of us is willing to kill a pair. But, no doubt, they'll probably revoke the rule once two of us are dead."

"So what do we do?"

"We wait. Until tomorrow at least. Then we'll figure something out."

"You can't move."

"I'll be fine."

"No, Zayn. I'm not letting you move. We're gonna stay here until your leg gets better."

"We don't have time-"

"Well then we make time. I don't want you hurt anymore than you already are. You're not moving."

"Then you go."

"No, I'm not leaving you."

"Niall, please. If you're not letting me go with you, you go by yourself."

"No."

"Please, we don't have time. Please?"

"Lets just wait until tomorrow."

".. Okay."

*

"They killed her!"

"Calm down."

"No! That son of a bitch killed her! So you know what we're gonna do? We're gonna kill his little boyfriend."

"11 can't do anything. He won't be able to walk. Trust me, I know exactly where I got him."

"I didn't mean 11. I meant we kill 12. Nice and slow, right in front of him, so he knows how painful it feels to loose someone close."

"We barley knew her."

"She was still with us. We made an alliance! she was a part of us! And their a team."

"So?"

"So? So we break them. They're too attached to each other; one of 'em is bound to fall apart if the other is missing. Or dead."

"When do we start?"

"Tomorrow's feast. Tomorrow's feast we hunt them. And kill them."

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A/N: Short chapter! but its up! So yeah it's a lot like the book, but it is basically a spin-off from the original so... :) hope you guys like it :D Feedback paallleease? xx <3