HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

Louis

He shushed her as he rocked back and forth, with the shaking eleven year old in his arms. Just minutes ago, she was screaming in her sleep. "What was your dream about?" he asked her, and she looked up to him, with tear filled eyes.

"They picked.. You. It was you." she said with a shaky voice. "Oh no, don't worry about me! They wont pick me! Its my last year, if I was gonna get picked, I probably would have already been picked. I think that since the odds have been in my favor for so long, that wont change this year." He whispered, brushing a piece of her hair out of her eyes, "Besides, if they do, I promise you, I will come back here. I wont leave you." he kissed her head.

"Now get some more sleep okay?" he whispered, laying her back down in the small bed. "Okay," she sighed weakly. She cuddled back into the small bed, under the thin blankets, and in a matter of a few minutes, she was back to sleep.

Louis walked down to the square alone, he usually did. He wasn't as nervous as he usually was, because, just like he told his sister, if the odds had been in his favor all those years, why would they stop now?

He took his place in the section for eighteen year olds, and smiled at the people around him, most of the people in District nine knew each other, and almost all of them knew him, he was the sweet little boy, Lou, that everyone loved.

The reaping seemed to go by awfully quick, and when the male tributes name was called, Louis hadn't been paying attention, not taking any thought in the possibility of it being his name. But when he suddenly heard someone with an annoying, high pitched voice calling his name.

"Louis? Louis Tomlinson? Where are you?" and suddenly his stomach dropped, was the man in colorful accessories, actually calling his name, or was this an awful dream that he would soon wake up from? The boy next to him, nudged his shoulder, pushing him to move for the stage, and so he did, slowly walking towards it. He reached the stage and cautiously walked up the steps. When he reached his spot on the stage, he looked out into the crowd and seen that most of the faces of the people, held nothing but pity for him, nothing but pity for the sweet boy, who gave them their cookies when they bought them from his family shop.

He began to feel pity for himself, until suddenly, he remembered his promise he had made his sister, that he was going to keep. He was going to come home. Because at the age of eighteen, Louis Tomlinson was going to be the winner of the 72nd hunger games.