You and Niall had both grown up together in district 2 of Panem, going from childhood friends, to lovers. You were practically inseparable, and sure of the fact you were soulmates. However, one day while you were both 16, your family had committed a crime against the capitals rules, and in turn were relocated to district 12. Two years pass by of your newfound poor lifestyle, and you were drawn for the annual Hunger Games, and, of course, no one dared to volunteer in your place.

Entering the training grounds, the person you least expected to see was, coincidentally, there at the same time. Niall Horan. You hadn't seen him for years since you were separated, and now, due to the fact you're now viewed in a lower limelight than you once were in district 2, you're sure Niall hates you, as you frequently make eye contact, but it goes unaddressed, both of you avoiding each other.

Niall pulls back the bow he's wielding, squinting his eyes at the target in front of him, his hands firm and grip tight. He slowly aims the bow, before catching the glimpse of a distantly familiar silhouette in the corner of his eyes.

"Shit-!" Niall curses as his fingers lose to grip he has on the arrow, shooting it completely off target.