HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

What To Do

Zayn

Zayn laid in his bed, excited for tomorrow to come. It had been a long day after the tribute parade, all of the poking and prodding from the stylists and the dressing in costumes. Tomorrow, would be the first day of training. He would have some fun scaring the shit out of his soon-to-be victims. He would also meet his allies. That made his stomach turn.

He would meet the boy with the soft voice, the one career that didn't seem to be such a malicious killer. Why that scared him, he had no clue.

He didn't consider Liam to be a threat. He wasn't scared of him. Or was he? Yes... Maybe he was... No. Zayn didn't get scared. But he couldn't help but feel scared. Not the normal scared. It was different. Zayn wasn't scared of Liam's strength. No. He was scared of what Liam could do to him. What he could make him feel.

Because when he saw Liam, he got this weird feeling. He was confused. He didn't know what was going on when Liam was near. Even in his ridiculous costume for the tribute parade. Liam still seemed to glow. And Zayn couldn't help but be scared of that.

He felt this way when he looked at girls. Well, at least he was supposed to. He never actually had. But that was the way it went. Wasn't it?

Harry

A knock came to Harry's door, "Come in." he said sitting up in his bed. And in entered Brutus, his mentor, well one of them. He had two mentors, but Brutus, being male, focused on Harry.

"Hello Harry." he said closing the door and standing to the side of Harry's bed. "Hello Brutus." he responded, trying to hide his confusion. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes until Harry decided to break the silence.

"Brutus, may I ask why you are here?" he asked. "Oh, yes. Sorry. I need to speak to you, about your plan." he said.

"What plan?" Harry asked and Brutus chuckled. "Your plan to get sponsors." he said. "Right." Harry said barley audible.

"I want you to be heartless." Brutus said. 

Harry didn't understand what Brutus was trying to say. He was from district two. He was a career tribute. Didn't people already assume he was heartless? He hadn't shown them otherwise, had he?

"I'm, not following you." Harry said. 

"I want you to be a 'heart breaker'." Brutus spoke slowly now, "I want you to play with her emotions, you know the girl," -he nodded his head at the door, as if signaling to Harry's district partner across the hall- "Tamin. Well, you won't really be playing with her. She will be in on it too. But, you know. For the rest of the nights you are here, we will let you two go freely between each others rooms. Then we will tell your sponsors how, you toy with her heart.

"I want you both to not only convince the sponsors that you are being a 'heart breaker', but convince us, as well. This means I really want you to do this. I want you to convince her you have feelings for her, mess around and then just act like she never meant anything. And you keep it going in the arena too. Alright?"

Harry opened his mouth to object but Brutus cut him off, "This will be starting tomorrow. Oh, and play it up in the training center." he said walking to the door, "Sleep tight boy." he turned, gave Harry a wink and left the room.

He was telling Harry to 'toy' with Tamin. In other words, make her feel loved, get in her pants, then rip her heart out, and do it all over again, every night until they are in the arena.
No. Even when they are in the arena.

So just as always, Harry was going to be someones mutt. He sighed. He didn't want to play with that girl. He didn't to do anything with her. He wanted the boy from district ten.

Liam

Why? Why was this boy suddenly consuming his every thought? The blue eyed blonde haired boy, who he just couldn't get off of his mind. And at the tribute parade, he couldn't help but stare at him. He couldn't take his eyes away.

They had made eye contact once, and if someone hadn't interrupted, surely Liam would have never looked away.
It was funny. When he looked into the boy's eyes, at first he felt almost intimidated, but that quickly subsided and then he felt comforted. Like the boy was hiding under a shell of terror and making himself look like a threat, but inside, he was terrified himself.

But, Niall was his name, the intimidation he gave off seemed so real, so honest, how could it not be all he was? Liam was unsure if anyone else had ever seen the side of Niall that Liam was sure was there. He was going to ally with Niall somehow.

Louis

Harry. That was the name of the boy who was haunting Louis. His every thought seemed to end back up on Harry. No matter where his thoughts started, they were headed for Harry.

Every time he closed his eyes, Harry's face is the one that he saw.

But the problem was, Harry was not interested in him. He never could be. Surely he was interested in his district partner. She stuck right next to him every second. When he talked to her, he looked so.. Mesmerized in her eyes. He wanted her. But Louis wanted him.

There was no doubt that Louis would try his hardest to ally with him. If not then, he knew who would be his killer. Harry.
Harry would be the only person Louis would allow to kill him.

Niall

Tomorrow he would meet the other tributes. With every second that this thought raced faster and faster around his head, the speed of his hearts beating matched its pace. He sat underneath the blanket and his body grew warmer and warmer.

It felt as though, when he got there, the fearless, strong reputation he had built for himself would come crumbling down. It was Liam. The boy from four. Something about him, he just couldn't take his mind off of him. Liam's presence, was just so big. What would he do tomorrow? More importantly... What would he do when it came time to kill him?

He couldn't do it. Someone else must do it.

He imagined Liam fighting with someone who was trying to kill him. He pictured the boy from one, the two of them struggling against each other, both trying their hardest to gain control of the other. But Liam losing in the end.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight and shook his head lightly, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Somehow he would have to keep pain, out of Liam's range. He needed to protect him, but how could he do that, and still win?