I wake up the next morning, long before our second day of training is set to start. Harry is laying beside me in my bed, wrapped up in the duvet. I lay in the darkness with my eyes open, listening to his slow rhythmic breaths as they fill the silence of the room. I turn my head to the right of me to see the clock by my bedside. It reads 4:04am. I still have about 5 hours before I need to get up and be ready for training, but I don’t feel ready to fall back asleep. Instead I turn and face Harry. I move my hand up to his face, and brush my thumb across his cheek gently. I run my fingers through his hair, and wonder what he’s dreaming about. His eyes start to flutter open, and soon I’m staring into them. Harry smiles at me, and puts one of his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I want to say something but I’m lost in the green of his eyes. I feel like a little girl, lost in an enchanted forest. The room is deathly silent, and the only sound I can hear is Harry’s breathing as it syncs with mine. He starts to move his face closer to mine, and the tip of his nose touches mine before leaving again as his lips come closer and closer. I feel like I’m suspended in time, like the anticipation will last forever as he kisses my cheek, and slowly drags his lips across my skin. I’ve stopped breathing and he lingers for a moment, hovering over my lips. I can hear him laugh quietly, and the anticipation is killing me. I’ve never been a particularly patient person and the stillness is hard to handle. Harry moves his hand from my waist and uses it to brush the hair out of my face, placing it against my cheek. Finally, his lips meet mine for the first time, and the world around us is frozen. I’ve never felt anything like it before; the euphoric rush that his kiss brings me. Suddenly the Hunger Games, death, The Capitol; none of it seems to matter. He pulls back, but I’m hungry for more. I move back to his lips, and he kisses me again. It feels like an eternity that I’m locked in his arms for; kissing him every moment and with everything in me. The sun starts to rise and shines through the bedroom windows when Harry stops kissing me, and he sits up.
“Wow that was the best wake up I’ve ever had.”
“I can say the same.”
“I’m going to go take a shower, mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Go right ahead.”
Harry gets off the bed and takes off his shirt as he walks towards the bathroom. He stops in the doorway, grabbing the door frame and pressing his chest against it. He kicks one of his legs up and throws his head back, making a face that looks somewhere between sexy and ridiculous.
“Since you were so rude last time, I’m going to be a gentleman here and invite you to join me.”
“Slow down there lover boy,” I laugh, but I can feel my face start to get red hot from blushing again. Harry laughs too, and winks at me.
“Alright, but the offer still stands.”
“You just want to see me naked again.”
“Maybe I do. But how can I not?”
I laugh again. Sometimes I can’t take him seriously.
“I owe you a ‘see Kate naked’ opportunity, okay?”
“Oh you better bet I’ll redeem that one.”
Harry closes the bathroom door, and I can hear the tap turn on as he starts his shower. I crawl out of bed and start to prepare myself for Day 2 of training. I pull my hair into a bun, and two curls of hair fall out on either side of my face. I put on my regulation training outfit and leave my room to eat breakfast.
Havoc is sitting in the dining room, chowing down on a pile of flapjacks covered in thick red syrup. I sit beside him, and start to fill my own plate with food.
“You know the Capitol has two rooms for tributes for a reason, right?” Havoc says between bites. I look up at him and he chuckles, his eyes full of kindness.
