The Hunger Games « Niam/Ziam

Chapter Two: District Twelve

-Niall-

I watch as the car plows through the crowd in front of it, I watch my beau travels farther and farther away from my spot on the side of the crowd. As I watch him leave I begin to cry all over again, adding onto the many tears I've already shed in the past few moments. One: because I would miss him, two: because he could die, three: because it was my fault, and finally: because I won't be able to spend time with him for a long while, even if he does make it out.

The more I think about this, the more furious I become. Now I cry because I'm mad. I'm mad at the capitol, at myself, at Liam. The capitol started this whole thing, they all deserve to go to Hell for the causalities they have caused by forcing innocent children into their corrupt game system. Then Liam, for volunteering in my place when I didn't need to be saved. Finally, myself for letting him go, for letting him take my place. I push through the people and back to the Seam. As I walk through, all the memories of him and the times we've spent together come flooding back. From our first kiss on my window sill, to how we used to walk this very path, together, hand-in-hand, and no one had enough energy to give a flying fuck about us.

I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday. Liam and I were already close friends, and at the time we had been hanging out at my house for the day. I remember Liam being in a very playful and energetic mood, for instance, he kept threatning to tickle me. I called his bluff teasingly, and in a cheeky manner, while on the inside I was bright red. Then, the next thing I know, Liam has me cowering to the wall, uncontrolable squeals and giggles leaving my throat. His fingers were gliding swifty across my abdoman, leaving tingles in their place.

He finally decided to quit when I threatened to piss myself. Catching our breath we, we took a seat on my window sill, a few last laughs getting out of our systems. Then, the air became serious. We were staring deeply in each others eyes, and we both started leaning in before our lips finally met each other. I remember feeling such a strong spark of euphoria, a feeling I continue to get every time we kiss.

Here, in district twelve, I felt free. In a way, we were free. But, I had sadly forgotten that we would never truly be free. None of us, as long as the capitol remains in power and rules over the districts. I try to pull myself together while I walk through my house, though I fall apart at the seams as soon as my bedroom door shuts. I manage to turn on the T.V and wait to see him, Liam Payne, District twelve's male tribute.