One Direction Preferences/Imagines

Hunger Games~ Illegal Love

You just wanted to go back home. You completely dreaded this luxorious Capitol lifestyle and the food. Everything was too fancy for your taste and you were used to regular meals and a normal life. You missed your family and friends back in District 8.  The male tribute from your districk was a scrawny brunette boy who was 17, like you, and he was obviously weak. You forgot his name and decided to never ally with him. The boy never talked to in the first place, so you ignored him. 

Your mentor was the winner of the last games, 20 year old Niall Horan. He was last year's favorite and everyone betted on him. All the girls were charmed by his good looks and his personality. You honestly never saw any good in him at all. You thought he was stuck up, rude, and cocky. You despised him since you were young. He hated you too. He made fun of you and said you were too ugly for any boy in the district to date. He ended up being a drunkard, even worse than Haymitch Abernathy from District 12. Niall was always seen with a bottle of hard liquor in his hand and he even drank liquor during breakfast. 

"Y/N! Did ya hear me? I said you have to ally with Steve here!" Niall screamed. Oh, so Steve was that boy's name. You were paying attention to him, but he wasn't really paying attention to you.

"I heard you loud and clear! Stop yelling at me to do stuff! You're supposed to be helping me, not annoying me!" you yelled back.

Furious, Niall stood up from the bright green sofa in the apartment the Capitol loaned you and dragged you by the arm from the chair you were relaxing on. Niall led you to the hallway that led you to your room and pinned you against the hard wall. He had a tight grip on your wrists and his breath smelled like whiskey. He leaned his face so close to yours, that his nosed touched yours and his lips were dangerously close to yours.

"What's your problem Niall? Tell me why you have such a grudge against me!" you hissed.

"My problem is the girl that I love is in the damn Hunger Games!" Niall yelled. 

"Me? How- I - you hate me! And you're drunk! Tell me the truth when you're sober," you replied.

Calming down, Niall slowly loosened his grip on your wrists and let go of you. He hugged you and murmured in your ear, "The truth is, I only drank a sip of whiskey during dinner time, so I'm completely sober. I've honestly loved you since we were young. I never hated you, Y/N."

You kised him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Isn't it illegal to be in a relationship with your mentor?"