HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

3, 2, 1..

Zayn

He sat watching the screen as the revealing of the scores was starting, his score would be the very first they would show. His anticipation was building as he sat. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Of course he would get a good score. He did amazingly in his private session. Plus, he was from district one and although it seemed like nobody else did, he knew, that the game makers, always favorite the career districts.

He had figured that out when one year, a district two tribute received an eleven, and was killed during the blood bath. He rolled his eyes remembering the girl shrieks.

Suddenly he heard his name being said and he looked at the screen to find his face, circling with the number ten floating next to it. A triumphant smiled flashed across his face, as whoops and hollers boomed from the people in the room, and they began patting his back. In his glory he had missed what his partner had gotten, but from the look on her face, it wasn't anything too good.

Before he knew it, Harry's face was on the screen and he watched to find the district two, male tribute receive a ten also. He furrowed his brow, disappointed that the two of them had received the same score. But his face soon, morphed into a smirk as he decided it was a good this. A tribute in his alliance was better than he had thought.

He just happened to catch Harry's partners score which was a nine. 'Cocky little bitch wont be too happy with that.' He thought, his smirk growing.

Suddenly, Liam's face was on the screen and his eyes were glued. "Liam Payne. The district four, male tribute. With a score of… nine." he heard the voice of Caesar Flickerman say as he watched a nine appear next to Liam's rotating face.

And with that, his face and the nine was gone. He sat waiting for Niall and Louis to appear, wanting to see what they got, considering the fact that they, just so happened to be, in the alliance too.

After a little bit of waiting, it was finally time for district nine to receive their scores. Louis' face appeared on the screen, "Louis Tomlinson. Male tribute of District nine. With a scare of… eight!" Caesar Flickerman said, causing everyone in the room to fall silent and Zayn's jaw to drop.

'A district nine tribute had received an eight!? Harry sure does know how to pick them.. Huh?' Louis would be more help than Zayn had thought.

Zayn missed what Louis' district partner had gotten, but he really didn't care. It was Niall's turn now. Zayn watched Niall's head rotate, wondering what had caused Liam to want him in the alliance, suddenly, there was an eight floating next to Niall's head.

Zayn blinked rubbing his eyes, thinking maybe he was seeing things. But the eight was still there and once again, everyone was shocked back into silence.

Zayn was in his room, the door locked, in seconds. 'What the hell happened in those private sessions!?'

Harry

"God! No!" he shouted, "I don't want to do this! I don't want to be with you! This was all fake! I just wanted someone to bang!" he looked up at the ceiling frustrated. "But Harry, I thought we had som-" "You thought we had something?" Harry asked cutting Tamin off.

He started to chuckled as she nodded her head, "You seriously.. Oh boy. Tamin love." he said sarcastically putting his hands on her shoulders. "We don't have anything. In a couple of days we will be in that arena." he paused, "And in a week.. Maybe two. There will be one victor. That victor, will be me." he waited again, waiting for what he was saying to her to kick in.

"And that means you.. Will be dead. And forgotten." he finished his sentence dryly, looking into her eyes, waiting to see how she would react. And pure shock was all that covered her face.