"Wow." That's the only word I can manage to get out.
Finnick reaches under the table to put his hand on my knee in a reassuring manner.
"It's just for the public (Y/n). With Finnick going back into the games we need him to be single again. We need to have the Capital fall in love with him again." Finnick's publicist, Kate, says blatantly.
"But they know that we're dating." Finnick argues.
"We will fake a breakup."
"What am I supposed to do? I have to go back into these games too? We're district partners going into this and you want us to act divided?" I ask.
"Yes. When you both won the games, you won because of your appeal to the Capital. They love you and want to be with you. Without you available, you are less desirable."
I roll my eyes and let out a audible scoff.
"This is idiotic." I laugh, getting more frustrated with the situation.
"(Y/n)" Kate says warningly.
"Fuck this." I stand up letting Finnick's hand fall off my leg as I storm out of the room. This can't be happening. Not only do I have to go back into the games with the love of my life, but I have to act like we are no longer together? Like we hate each other? I can't do it. I won't spend what could be our last moments in a lie or not together. Not for Kate. Not for the Capital. They don't get to rule my life anymore.
I find myself sitting on the roof of the tribute building. It's quiet up here. The city isn't as loud. You can see the stars from this height.
"Hi." A voice calls out.
I turn to my left to see Finnick at the door to the roof.
"Hi." I respond.
"I knew I would find you here."
"Hmm, is that so?" I grin.
"Yes. I knew this would be he farthest you could get away without red flags being sent up on you."
"You got me there." I look back out to the city and Finnick joins me on the edge.
"We don't have to do it."
"What if it's your life?" I ask, "What if I'm selfish now, and I lose you because of it. I don't know if I could ever live with that."
"I could. If it meant that in my last moments, I got to spend them with you. I wouldn't have to lie. I could protect you. I will fight for us (Y/n)." Finnick raps his arm around my waist.
"I love you." I rest my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." He rests his head on top of mine.
•The Next Morning•
Today is the day of interviews. Last night our training scores were released. Finnick and I both scored elevens.
"Good morning." I lean over the bed and press a kiss to Finnick's cheek.
"Mmm." He groans, still half asleep.
When I turn to hop in the shower Finnick catches my arm before I can get too far.
"You never let me say good morning." He says, his voice still gruff with the morning.
He pulls me onto his lap and smiles and looks up at me with so much love in his eyes. I've never felt more loved than I did in that moment.
"Well are you going to say good morning?" I ask, a smirk is planted heavily on my face.
"You look like an angel." He brushes back a loose strand of hair.
Just like that he can make me blush, just like when we first met five years ago.
We met the tragic day that my name was called out of a fishbowl. I thought that that moment was going to be the end to my life. The end of anything happy. The end of anything good. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I didn't even focus on the first words that Finnick said to me. I was too angry about what had happened to me, how unfair it was. I didn't listen until he grabbed my arm forcefully.
"Ow." I said.
"So, it's going to take physical actions for you to listen?" He questioned."Or are you going to actually listen now and let me save your life?"
I wasn't expecting him to act so tough. Sure he won the games, but he was just a kid like I was.
We trained together constantly the days leading up to the games.
He was teaching me how to block in hand to hand combat but I couldn't help but think about Finnick's hands and how much I wanted them to touch me, in a way that wasn't trying to flip me over. He was such a distraction and when I was around him I couldn't even think. Our relationship changed when he kissed me. He was in the middle of telling me how to do something, and I wasn't listening of course, and he kissed me.
"What the hell was that?" I asked shocked.
"I told you, you seem to only respond to physical actions." He smirking and stepped back into sparring position as if nothing had happened.
It was an odd start to a beautiful relationship.
Finnick kisses me again.
"Hey, I wasn't that distracted!" I argue once his lips leave mine.
"Well, if you weren't that distracted could you tell me what I said?" He asks, proud grin on his fave knowing I won't be able to answer.
"Alright alright you're right." I laugh.
"As I was saying before someone got distracted, would you like a buddy in the shower this morning?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Naughty boy!" I smack his bare chest. "You know you don't have to ask." I kiss his neck and hop off his chest.
We may be going into the games, yet again. But at least this time we have each other. We don't have to be alone. We don't need to worry about fake alliances. We're going to win this.
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