Let the games Begin||A One Direction\Hungergames/Fanfic||

Let the games Begin||A One Direction\Hungergames/Fanfic||

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Harry~ When I heard my name, I felt like throwing up. My girlfriend Reinda also was joining me, to the game of death. At least we will have each other. Liam~I knew I shouldn't have gotten in trouble. I knew I shouldn't have stolen that bread, as I heard my name picked, for the brutal games, I am now playing. Louis~ She got picked. My beautiful girlfriend's grave has been dig. And just as they were picking out a tribute for a boy, I volunteered. Lucy started crying as I climbed those steps, digging my grave with hers. Zayn~ I knew our district was going to win. Why? You may ask. Because I was chosen... Niall~ my brother Greg was picked. And he had a wife to take care of. So, I did a very brave and honorable thing there was. I volunteered as tribute. And the girl I was going with was Erin. Sweet, beautiful Erin. Ironic how I always wanted to meet her. And I get that chance before I die....
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I made a wrong move... no no no. I made the worst move I could ever make. Why? Was I feeling daring? Did I want a challenge? I don't know what was going through my mind but I knew I wanted you, I wanted your hot impure body to mine and I wanted and still desperately want to know if you love me. I want the smoke you breath to fill my lungs, my heart intoxicated by your every vibrant nature and action. I want to be the one you hold close to your waist, your dark nature diminishing whenever I'm with you, a sly smirk to cause a blush on my cheeks, the same smirk I use to despise on you but for an entirely different reason. But at the moment you are gone, doing god knows what, probably without me on your mind, probably living your life like you use to Happy But me? I am about as dead, lifeless and tired as one of your Burnt Cigarettes

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