The Hunger Games-One Direction Edition

Chapter Thirteen

**Final chapter of this story** **"Warzone" by The Wanted (Yes I know it's by them but it just fit with this chapter**

Lauren’s Point of View

Shock, joy, hope and worry are the emotions that fill me as I sit on the counter, my hand gently touching my stomach. Inside of me was a little life, and it was Niall’s baby. Tears fill my eyes and I realize that Niall would be with me forever, even if he was dead, he would live on with the baby growing inside of me. Adrienne looks at me, joy and renewed hope burning in her ice blue eyes.

“This is it. Once the fandom hears about this, there’s going to be nothing but chaos all around Panem,” she begins, hurrying out of the bathroom. “They will be avenged at last!”

“What do we do now?” I ask, slowly sliding off the counter and walking into the bedroom.

“Spread the word. I’m going to schedule an interview when you’re about four or five months along, when you can really tell that you’re pregnant,” she replies. “As for you, you stay safe and out of trouble at home. But until then, I will check my sources and see just what the President was thinking.”

I sigh, knowing the next few months would be chaotic now with a new life beginning anew in my stomach. As if to assure my thoughts, a wave of nausea rolled through me and I rush into the bathroom to throw up all of the Capitol food from the day, shuddering as Adrienne comes up behind me to rub my back. I spit and rinse out my mouth, looking at her worriedly.

She has a smile that would put any Capital model to shame as her eyes sparkle. “That’s one of the signs of being pregnant,” she whispers, and my heart flutters in joy, wishing for one moment that Niall was there to be able to rejoice with me. Adrienne makes sure I’m comfortable before leading me carefully down to the train station, our departure home looking promising. We board the train and I hurry to my quarters to vomit the rest of the day’s food up, this time left alone as Adrienne speaks with the conductor.

I rinse out my mouth again and take a hot shower to calm my nerves, the thoughts of the baby pushed away for a little while. I crawl into my bed after changing into cozy pajamas and fall asleep, waking up late the next day. Stopping to refuel in the late afternoon, I walk off the train to stretch my legs, wandering around the edges of the wildflower field and kneeling to pick some pretty blue flowers. The color reminds me painfully of Niall’s eyes, and as I climb back onto the train with them, the train begins to move slowly before picking up speed.

I let the flowers slip from my hands as the train speeds along, the petals creating a path of broken blue tears before I go inside and crawl back into my bed and fall asleep, the warmth comforting like Niall’s embrace.

The next few days of shifting back into my new life at home is difficult, and the overwhelming support from District 12 is almost too much, but once Adrienne speaks with the mayor, things quiet down and I can relax. Four and a half months pass, and tomorrow is the interview, even though my stomach is bulging like I’m further along. It’s weird, being seventeen and having to take care of a child soon, making not one decision but two now. As I’m getting prepped for the interview the next morning, I catch a glimpse of myself in one of the mirrors. The woman reflected back has fuller cheeks, wider eyes, a new sort of blush to her cheeks that makes her look older than what she actually is, but the sadness and loneliness in her eyes shows a woman far older than her age.

The interview goes well even with the uncomfortable feeling of movement in my stomach, and I smile when the interviewer asks about names for a baby.

“For a girl, I would like Hailee Marie…For a boy, anything besides Niall wouldn’t be right. Niall James Horan junior,” I reply, and I’m surprised to see the interviewer bursting into tears. She ends the interview with one final introduction and suddenly hugs me, making sure to be gentle.