The 69th Hunger Games (Louis Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter Three

Note:

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Effie rushes us into the white Justice Building. We each go in seprate rooms to say our goodbyes. Tears pour down my face. I wait in the room for a few minutes until I see Iris coming in. Mom and Dad are right behind him. They all engulf me in a hug. I honestly don't care if people think I'm weak. I pull away. I hold Iris by the shoulders. 

"Iris," I say while wiping away his tears. "Listen to me. Do not take any tessrea. It's not worth it." I pull him into a hug while he nods. I pull away and walk to my father. 

"Nettle," my father says. "saying goodbye is leaving forever. You're going to win." 

I shake my head and hug him. "Dad...they're 23 other tribute...I have a small chance."

"Just...please try," my mother cried. I nod and give her a sad smile. 

"I love you guys," I say while the Peacekeepers ecourt them out. I wait a few more minutes until the Tomlinson family comes in. Well...without Louis. Lottie come and tackles me in a hug.

"Nettle...I love you so much. I really do," she says. I wrap her in my arms. My little sister. 

"I love you Lottie. Do you understand why I did this?"

"No..." she trails off. 

"Because I love you. I can't lose you. I'd rather die myself than see my little sister die," I cry. I pull her away and run to Jay. I engulf her in a big hug. I feel Fizzy and the twins arms wrap around my waist. I turn around and squat to their level. 

"We love you Net," Fizzy says. I kiss her cheek along with everyone else. 

"I love you Nettle. Thank you," Jay says with a small smile. 

"That what familes do. Look out for each other," I say with a sad smile and tears rolling down my face. 

"You're going to win. I know you're going to win. Please try. You promise you'll win?" Lottie cries. 

"Lottie...I'll try my best. I promise," I say while they get ecourted out. I colapes on the ground chair and cry. That was the last time I was most likely ever going to see them. 

I soon feel the Peacekeepers lightly grab my arms. I look through their helmet. The man gives me a sad smile. Does he feel...sorry for me? I push the thought away. I see Louis come out with puffy eyes and a gistening face. His brown touseld hair a beautiful mess. His sea blue eyes find mine. I give him a sad small smile. He tilts the corners of his mouth giving me a smile in return. He walk next to each other and intertwine our finger. We silently walk in to train to arrive at our destination for our death. 

Louis and I are bobarbed with cameras. Tears are plastared on my face. My eyes are stuck on my shoes. I side glance at Louis. Tears are still rolling down his cheeks. We finally reach to train. One of the perks if that the food is amazing. The places we stay at are beautiful. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. They're a table full of all the food you can imagine. Everything is spectaculatr. Except the people. They're clothes are hideous. Unatural hair colors, vibrant clothes, discolored skin. Not natural. People pay other people to get bunny ears or dog tails and a bunch of weird stuff. It makes me sick. Effie, on the other hand, isn't like them. She wears vibrant colors but nothing to the extreme. 

I let go of Louis hand, regretfully, and sit down at the table. I bury my hand into my face and breathe. Not cry. 

"Well, dears, are you hungry?" Effie asks us. I nod my head along with Louis. He's not crying anymore. He takes a seat next to me and reaches for a pastry. I grab glass of orange juice, I believe it is called. I take small sips. 

"Where's Haymitch?" I ask without emotion. 

"I believe he's in the wine car..." she trailes off into another car, leaving me with Louis. 

"Nettle..." Louis says I turn my head to his direction, "I just wanted to sat thank you for volenteering."

"I love Lottie with all my heart...I had no choice. Why did you volenteer for Iris?"

"He's like my brother. I love his with all my heart. Just like you.......do with Lottie," he says while taking my hand. I feel my stomache hatch butterflies. 

"Thanks...if anyone is going to win, I want it to be you," I say barely above a whipser. He shakes his head violently. 

"No Net. I want you to win," he says. 

"You have a family to take care of," I argue. "Let not talk about this now." I say while taking a gulp of orange juice. 

"Well...before I die...I wanted to tell you something," he says.

"What is it?" I ask. He soon begins to swallow nothing and sweat. 

"I-i love y-ou. More than a friend. More than a sister...a true love," he whispers. My heart flutters. 

"Louis...I-i love you too. More than a friend or a brother. I always have loved you. I realized I wanted to be more then a frie-" I'm soon cut off to find a small pair of lips on mine. I instantly kiss back. I've been waiting for this for so long. I love him. I wrap my arms around his neck as he cups my face. 

"Whoa...get a room...or....the ground," Haymitch staggers through the door. We both pull away, blushing. 

"Someone finally sober?" Louis ask. I resist the urge to laugh. Haymitch takes the bottle of spirits and pours in into his cup. "Guess not," Louis whispers. 

"So...uh...are you too dating?" Haymitch asks while sitting across from Louis. His breath reeks of acholol and spirits. 

"Not officially," I say. 

"Oh...okay...how do you know each other?" Haymitch ask. I'm suprised to see Haymitch making conversation with us. 

"Our mother are best friends. Basiclly sisters," Louis says. I queeze his hand under the table. "Anyways...whats our game plan?"

"I don't know..." Haymitch trails off. 

"Why?" I snap. 

"Why does it matter? The odds are slim for two of district Twelve winning," Haymitch says while taking a drink. Anger fills me. 

"How do you know that we don't have secret talents?" I ask.

"Do you?" Haymitch taunts. I'm, actually, handy with a knife. I take a butter and throw it at the nearest picture. I lands right in the middle on President Snow's face. Right between the eyes. I sit back down and take a roll. "Not bad...how about you boy?" 

"Uhh...I'm pretty handy with a uh...err...a bow and arrow," he says self-consiously. He was amazing with a bow. 

"Handy...you're amazing," I compliment. He blushes slightly. 

"Not that great," he agrues back. 

"Boobear...we've had this dis-" I begin. 

"Boobear?" Haymitch asks. Louis begins to blush like crazy.

"It's his nickname," I explain. "Isn't that right, Boobear," I say in a baby voice, pinching his cheeks and pouching out my bottom lip. He slightly smiles. 

"Well...you're isn't much better, Pouchie," he says. My cheeks begin to burn at the embarrassment of my nickname. Haymitch stifles a chuckle. This is going to be a long train ride.