"Look me in the eyes and say that you felt nothing!" he screams slamming a shaking fist against the wall next to me, trapping my trembling body with his own. "If I did that, I would be lying" I reply, my voice ending with the slightest tremor, "and I don't lie" His dark green eyes widen, the burning anger slowly being replaced with surprise. "What are you saying?" he croaks out, his voice raspy from the yelling. The fighting. The tears. I bite my lip in nervousness. He has to know what is coming. It's in every teenage, cliche love story. Every stupid fairy tale that always has a happy ending. Every dream. He has to know what my words mean. Or not. "I'm in love with you, Harry Styles"

What would have happened if Katniss didn't take Prim's spot in The Hunger Games? Would anything be any different? Would a new story unfold? This is my version. *WARNING: Things have been changed. Don't say I didn't warn you.*