HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

Harry

"Mummy please!" he begged as his mother got his dinner ready. This was going to be his last dinner in his house. Tomorrow morning he would be going to his districts Training Center and would, from then until the year of his eighteenth birthday, be living in the boys dorms. Where he would have his own suite, and in it he would have his own 'butler' until he got to an old enough age, where he could take care of himself..

On the year of his eighteenth birthday he would volunteer for the hunger games. He would fight twenty three other children between the ages of twelve and eighteen. And according to his parents, he would come out on top. The winner. Because that's how it was in District Two.

"Harry Edward Styles. Do not ask me one more time. You are going tomorrow, whether you like it or not." His mother snapped, "Now, sit down dinner is ready. And when your done with dinner, you are to go straight off to bed. No excuses."

After dinner, he did what his mother told him. And went to bed, but found it extremely hard to fall asleep.

"That was wonderful honey!" his mother grabbed his cheeks and kissed his forehead in congratulations. "Great job son." his father said patting his back, with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Thanks mum. Thanks dad." he said, putting on his best smile.

"So how have you been baby?" his mother asked, linking his arm with hers, "We haven't been able to visit in nearly eight months!" she said chuckling.

I wonder why. Harry thought, "Yes, I know. I have been quite well!" he said cheerfully. Harry had been doing quite well, depending on what way you look at it. On the outside, he looked like a fit, well trained, happy, proud, killing machine, twelve year old boy. But what people didn't know was what was on the inside.

Most nights, he got barely any sleep. Waking up from nightmares. He would sometimes cry, wishing somehow, he could get out of here. He wasn't scared. Not at all. He knew that he would be able to win the games when it came to be his time to volunteer. But, he cried, because he didn't want to have his time. He didn't want to go into an arena with twenty three other kids, and make sure that they all died, whether he killed them, or others did. He didn't want to stay in this training center, forbidden to have interaction with any of the girls, until he was eighteen.

He wanted to be able to be a normal boy. Not do this.

"So how did it feel?" his father asked him, with a look of hunger in his eyes. "How did what feel?" he asked his father. "Killing that boy of course!" his father chuckled. "Oh! That.. Yeah, it was amazing." he said, with his best smile.

"That's my boy!" his father said, ruffling his hair.

But the truth was, Harry hated killing other people. He felt like such a.. a.. a monster. And he did not want to be that. But unfortunately, that was exactly what his parents wanted him to be.

Harry was thirteen, when he decided to let go of his sanity. His sanity being what made him human. That feeling of regret, every time he made a kill, he forgot about it. And instead now only felt victory, pure victory. He decided, to no longer care. To not care about how his victims felt. Instead he now fed on that pain, and that fear that he ever so often saw in their eyes.

He decided to let himself go. He would let the trainers create the monster out of him that they wanted so badly. He let himself become their mutt.

It was the day of the reaping for the 72nd Annual Hunger Games. Two more years and Harry would be volunteering, he looked around at the other boys who surrounded him, and jealousy filled him, when he wondered who would be the lucky boy to volunteer this year. He wanted it to be his turn already.

He was allowed to visit his home on this morning, all trainees were allowed to, on the mornings of the reapings each year. But Harry decided against it. His parents hadn't expected him to. He hasn't talked to them in over three years. They did come to visit him, but they never talked. They knew how he felt towards them. He hated them. They were the largest reasons he had become, what he now was today.

As District Two's escort, Nalla, walked over to the bowl filled with girls name's, Harry became confused. He didn't remember hearing her announce the video, or speak at all for that matter. But he shrugged off the thought as he remembered just how easily, he was so often, lost in his own thoughts.

A girl was now walking up to the stage, strutting with confidence, and Harry shook his head as he realized, he had also missed her name being announced. He watched as Nalla announced her District Two's female tribute for the 72nd Annual Hunger Games and clapped along with everyone else.

Soon Nalla was next to the bowl of boys names, and fishing out a slip. She walked back to the microphone and without hesitating, announced the boy tribute.

"Harry Styles!" her voice boomed into microphone. And Harry was in shock. He quickly walked up, and took his place on stage.

Nobody was allowed to volunteer for you, if you were from the Training Center, and suddenly Harry found himself, silently thanking god for that rule. Because at the age of sixteen, Harry Styles, was going to be the winner of the 72nd Hunger Games.