Katniss's POV
"Here Katniss," Peeta held out his hand in my direction, his eyes following themselves to my suitcase. My fingers locked around the handle as I pulled up the bag to him, as he stood on the train. We had only just gotten here a few minutes ago, and we surprisingly must have been the last to board, even behind Haymitch because the engines were already started.
Peeta pulled up the last of our things, and then slung his hand down to me. I took his hands, then the one step that lead into the compartment, and took in my last breath of District 12. Behind me, the door slid closed just as the train departed under our feet.
"Seems like Haymitch got here before us," I grinned at Peeta, as we started down the train, his hand linked in mine.
"Hard to believe," Peeta chuckled a little under his breath. I wasn't sure what was so important as to why we had to leave District 12, but I was so excited to see Annie and her son, although I wasn't sure if the memory of Finnick would show too much on their son's face. In that circumstance, I wasn't sure how I would be able to act.
We walked through two doors which slid open just as fast as I was able to breathe, and inside, the loud voice of Haymitch greeted us. "Katniss! Peeta! You two look excited," the grim smile on his face indicated that he was in fact drunk at the moment. He was as bad as a drunk as he used to be, but things still weren't at their best point either.
"You could be doing a little better," I slung over to his side of the table, snatching the half-full glass of alcohol from his fingers. "Stop drinking for a day, Haymitch."
His eyebrows went up in a knowing glance, he seemed interested, "Or what?"
The edge of his voice curled, and I sighed, walking to the window where in one moment I opened the window and threw the barreling glass outside. "Have some water," I turned back, taking the other bottles of liquid from the room as I caught Peeta's smile through the corner of my eye.
He reached for my other hand, and he pulled me and our bags into the next room. "You're not mad, are you?" My eyes followed the edges of his face up to the darken of his eyes, and a smile slowly crept up his face.
"No," he nodded his head, seeming to make the smile at least double in size; teeth revealed,"Not at all," his voice was soft as his lips parted to mine, finding my mouth. His small gesture echoed inside me, and my hands dropped the bottles, even forgetting I was holding them.
My fingers drifted to his face, and I held him closer, my lips brushing up against his before the clatter of the bottles pulled us apart. My eyes darted down, thankful that somehow they hadn't shattered open. I bent down, picking them up, then setting them aside as Peeta reached down to try and help.
"No no, it's okay, I've got it." My legs straightened as I stood, "Let's go put the bags away?" I asked, nodding towards the luggage Peeta held.
Together, we walked down a few more cabins until there was one assigned to the two of us. Being on this train felt odd...it reminded me of the games, the only way we transported from district to district. And now that Peeta and I were together, there was one room; I always slept with him throughout the course of the games, but there had never really been an official sign like this one confirming one room.
Part of my body contracted, while the other completely took over, pushing away my thoughts and letting in the warm air.
Walking in, Peeta set the bags at the edge of the bed, opening his up and going through some of his items. For a few minutes, he stood there, ruffling through the bag, I just went to the side of the bed, resting my head on the pillow as I looked out the large window, a customized screen of the forest showed.
My fingers traced the curves of the comforter, and I felt my eyes slowly begin to daze out, as the sound of Peeta walking closer comforted me. His hand rubbed down my back as the bed shrunk in with his seat. I turned to face him, rolling my back towards the window.
For a moment, we just lay there, his hand over my waist and eyes looking right through me; and it was that moment I really saw him. I'd been looking my whole life, but it wasn't until now I noticed the dimples in his cheek, the small outline of his lips, and the delicate tousle to his curls that seemed to stand out perfectly on his head.
For the first time I ever, I saw him, and I never wanted to look away.
He moved into kiss me, holding me tighter as he did, a spark letting go in my chest. My fingers found his blonde hair, and I held myself to him, and it was a while that we stayed there.
Finally, I felt something in his hand; a pencil, and beside us, his notebook. He blushed, kissing my nose and then my forehead before sitting up gently. I stayed facing him as he flipped open the endless pages of gorgeous drawings until he reached one clear sheet.
My head turned along with my body as I set my head lightly on his leg, my eyes glancing up at him all at once. That was when I feel into the sound his the scribble of his paper and the delicate words "I love you," that I fell asleep to.
(A/N): hello guys! Thank you so much for being patient, as I've had the worst writers block on my hunger games stories!
I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear your thoguths! Hopefully there will be plenty of updates over spring break in the next few weeks! I love you all and thank you again for he support💕
