One Direction Hunger Games Preferences

Your First Meeting

Harry:

You sat in silence, picking at the Capitol dish before you. Your [Y/E/C] eyes scanned the tributes before you. Your gaze somehow ended up on the career side, they were joking around confidently, laughing loudly. The one that caught your attention the most had brown, curly hair and a charming smile. You inhaled quickly as his gaze met yours, his lips curling into a smirk. Unwilling to give him dominance and look away, you held his gaze, your face heating up fast. After what felt like forever, he gave you a slow nod and turned back to his friends. He never again acknowledged you for the rest of the night.

Liam:

You stood nervously in line, scuffing the ground with your clunky old boots. You were pressed up against many other dusty bodies, anxiously watching the brightly-dressed Capitol woman in the front. "Ladies first!" She chirped, shoving a hand with pink, claw-like fingernails into the bowl. After mocking the audience with her slow, suspenseful procedure, she finally grabbed a piece of paper and pulled it out. "[Y/N] [Y/L/N]," She called out. It took you a few seconds to register that it was you. You were [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. You were ushered by several Peacekeepers to the stage. Mostly everything was a haze after that, you vaguely remembered the boy's name: Liam (or was it Ian?) Payne. A boy with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes haunted your dreams that night.

Zayn:

You were in the training arena, absentmindedly drawing a tree pattern on your arm. You were so concentrated that you didn't notice a dark-haired boy approach you. "That looks nice," he compliments, making you jump. "But I think it could use a little more shading," he grabs for a brush and dips it in the paint. "May I?" He asks. You nod, and he gently grabs your arm, using quick, delicate strokes to perfect your work. Shivering at his touch, you struggle to keep your voice steady as you answer all of his questions about you, forgetting what your mentor had told you about not giving out to much information to other tributes.

Louis:

He's the jokester, the funny one. The one who will do almost anything to make people laugh. You were standing in line for the interviews, right in front of him seeing as he was in 4 and you were in District 3. Frankly you found him quite annoying and immature, how could someone joke around with the people that they would soon be killing? You were extremely nervous, and he wasn't helping. It wasn't until you heard a wolf whistle aimed in your direction (it wasn't your fault your stylist had picked a tight dress) that you spun around. "Would you shut up!" You snapped. He held his hands up in defense, chuckling. "Someone's a bit b*tchy." You frowned, turning back around. Minutes later you were about to snap at him again. Turning around you were greeted by a cold splash of liquid in your face. Looking down you saw your white dress was dripping and and stained red, and your hair was a mess. "You d*ck!" You shouted, giving him a firm shove before running to find your stylist as his friends laughed.

Niall:

"Hey, [Y/N]! Get a load of that loser," Your district partner and fellow career laughed, pointing to some blonde kid struggling to shoot a bow. "Hey, lay off," You reply, feeling pity for the boy who most definitely did not have the odds in his favor. "I'm gonna go help him." You started towards him, ignoring the sarcastic "good luck" sent in your direction. "Hey! Blondie!" You called. Startled, he nearly dropped his bow. "W-what?" He asked. "Want some help with that?" You asked. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, he nodded. "So, you hold it like this," You started, demonstrating the technique. Handing it back to him, you watched as he tried to copy what you had done. As you moved around him, moving his hands, adjusting his stance, he suddenly blurted out: "You're really pretty!" He blushed immediately after he said it. "Thank you," you replied warmly. After somewhat successfully teaching him how to shoot, you said your good byes. "I'm [Y/N]," You smiled. "Niall," he replied. "It was nice meeting you," You said politely. "Same." "See you around." "Bye, [Y/N]."