"Get up already! If they find you guys here they're going to kill you!" I heard a voice say.
It sounded like Marie, but I wasn't sure.
I was engulfed in the warmness and security of Louis' arms, and I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay in his arms forever.
"Get up!" Marie yelled.
Louis sat up, a little too quickly-- and fell off the bed, taking me with him.
"What the hell.." He muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"Its 5:30 Marie! What in the bloody hell are you doing waking us up?!" He growled.
He was pissed, but it actually turned me on a little. I loved when he was fiesty.
"If they find her in here, they're not going to be too happy, now are they Louis?" She snapped back, equally fiesty, gesturing to me.
His arms, still wrapped around me, tightened.
"I want them to find us in here. They can't do anything, we're going to die anyways." He said bluntly.
I burried my head into his chest, taking a deep breath, remembering his scent, and everything about this moment.
Because it won't happen again.
"I love you," I said, before getting up. "But Marie's right, if they find us here, hell will break loose. They can purposely kill us in the games.. we all know that. I don't want it happening."
He sighed, still on on the floor.
"Alright, then."
I suddenly felt the tears build up in my eyes.
This will be the last time me and Louis can be together... for real. We wouldn't be able to do this in the games, because Cowell thought I was in love with Harry..
Louis must of realized it, too, because he was suddenly up, enveloping me in a tight embrace.
"Louis.." I sniffed, as tears slid silently down my cheeks.
"No, don't cry," He said, wiping my tears with his thumb. "I'll always love you. No matter what. No matter where you are. I love you." He said, looking me in the eyes, blue meeting blue.
I didn't want to think about the games, but it was invitable. Ten minutes had already gone by, and we both knew I had to leave soon.
"Can I at least take you down?" He asked.
"I don't think I could make it by myself." I replied, taking his hand in mine.
We walked to the elevator, and he hit the '3' button. I snuggled into him as the elevator went swiftly down, and too soon we were at my floor.
I hugged him one more time, stepping back.
"I guess this is goodbye," I said, attempting a smile.
I failed.
Then his lips were moving roughly on mine.
But it only lasted a moment. He pulled back before we both got too engrossed.
He just had 5 minutes to get back up to his floor.
"Goodbye, love." He said, before turning around and going onto the elevator.
He looked at the ground, knowing that if he looked at me, he wouldn't be able to go, to leave me here.
"Goodbye, Louis." I whispered at the doors shut, and he was whisked up and away from me.
Until the games.
