The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 3: District 3

Niall Horan’s p.o.v

“Should we go out when the reapings are done?” my girlfriend Miley asked me. I looked at her, confused. “How do you know we won’t get picked?” I asked her. She kissed my cheek. “I have faith in us, we’re meant to be together” she said. I kissed her forehead. “I love you” she said to me. “You too” I said half-heartedly. “What’s wrong?” she asked me. “Nothing” I said. She grabbed my hand and kissed it. “We’re going to be alright y’know” she said to me. “You don’t know that” I said to her, letting my nervousness show. “My daddy’s like a fortune teller. He thinks we’ll be together for a very long time” she said softly. “Well, I hate to break it to you Miley but the odds aren’t great. I’ve got my name entered 7 times for my age and 3 for the Tesserae, for my parents, and myself” I said to her. I had an older brother but he no longer lived with us. Being entered 10 times was the most that I had ever been entered and it was really getting to me. “I’ve got mine 6 times for my age and 3 for the Tesserae” Miley said with a smile on her face. “Why are you always so happy?” I asked her, her happy mood contrasting deeply with my sad one. “What’s the point in life if you can’t smile?” she asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s time” Miley’s mum said, coming out of her house. “Let’s go” I said, grabbing Miley’s hand.

Our District was one of the only districts that had a male host, and our host was the only host that bothered telling us his name at every reaping. “Hello, as many of you will know, my name is Beau Brooks. I look forward to choosing the two tributes that will represent District 3 in this year’s Hunger Games” he said. I held on tightly to Miley’s hand, causing her to look up at me and grin. “The male tribute is... Niall Horan!” Beau Brooks said. My legs felt like jelly as I heard my name being called. I let go of Miley’s hand without looking at her face as I made my way on the stage. He asked for volunteers, but no one volunteered. My last chance of getting out of this, gone.

Miley Cyrus’ p.o.v

He let go of my hand and made his way onto the stage. “No” I said under my breath, my smile disappearing for the first time that day. I had to concentrate hard to keep myself upright, I couldn’t take it. I thought we’d be together forever. “The female tribute is... Emily Osment” said Beau Brooks. I didn’t recognize her name but I recognized her face. She had a lot of siblings, so she probably had taken a lot of Tesserae. “Would anyone like to volunteer?” Beau Brooks asked. There was silence. Could I volunteer? I knew that the probability of winning was highly unlikely, and either Niall or I would have to die. Could I watch my boyfriend die? But I knew I was right, Niall and I were meant to be together for a long time. I remembered when we first got together like it was yesterday...

I had seen this guy around. I didn’t know his name or anything about him, but I knew that I would like to know more. “Hi” I said to him one day, completely out of the blue. “Miley right?” he asked, smiling at me. I was only 12 and this was the first boy that had ever spoken to me that wasn’t my father. “Yeah, I’m Miley Cyrus, and you are?” I asked him. “Niall Horan” he said. I could have got lost in his blue eyes, they captivated my attention. He was 13 and had already been through his first reaping. “How about, if we both get through the reaping next week, I’ll take you out on a date?” he asked me. I said yes immediately, desperately hoping that we would both get through the next reaping. I was an only child with two parents, so I had to take Tesserae, meaning that my name was entered 3 extra times. My dad said to me that I wouldn’t be up. He had faith in his ‘abilities’ to tell the future. “Daddy, what if I go up?” I asked him day after day. I didn’t even really understand what the Hunger Games was about or how to do it. “You’ll be fine” he kept saying. And I was. The tributes that year were Luke Brooks and Emma Watson, they were both killed. Niall took me for a picnic that afternoon. “I’m glad you weren’t picked” I said, and then he kissed me. We’d been together ever since, so how could I let him go now?

“Ok, so we have our two tributes: Niall Horan and-” I ran onto the stage quickly before I could change my mind. “I’d like to Volunteer” I said, breathless. “What’s your name?” Beau Brooks asked me. “Miley Cyrus” I said. “Miley, what the hell are you doing?” Niall asked me. “I have to do this Niall” I said to him. “You don’t have to do anything, you need to stay here, to stay safe” he said, tears beginning to show in his eyes. “No Niall, it’s like my dad said, we’ll be together for a long time. Maybe this was the plan all along” I said. He stayed silent, facing the crowd rather than me. “Thank you” Emily said, hugging me as she left the stage. “Right, so as I was saying, our two tributes are: Niall Horan and Miley Cyrus. Let the games begin!” Beau Brooks said. I looked at Niall, trying to apologize, trying to tell him that I loved him. But instead I saw my dad. He smiled at me, reassuring me that I was doing the right thing. But he shed a tear, which told me that, as happy as I was about everything, my story might not end as happily as I wanted it to.