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My @911giftexchange fic for @tkxcarlos. I hope you enjoy it!

Hi everyone this is a little, little story for @loveinpanem : I know it's small and in Spanish but it's a great milestone for me as I haven't been able to write for months now, so I hope this is the moment I'll start writing again and finish: Watercolours, Normandy Landing, After the Fire and the New York Games. Hope you enjoy and as always If you drop a review it would be great! Katniss era una mujer práctica, lo suyo era recorrer el parque natural, encargarse de que todo estaba en orden, de que no había cazadores furtivos o excursionistas perdidos. La lluvia no la molestaba, generalmente adoraba las pequeñas y finas lluvias de abril. Esa lluvia que anunciaba el renacer de una nueva primavera. Además las gotas de abril tenían una forma de repicar en las hojas que era singular, hasta cantarina, eso no pasaba en otros meses o en otras épocas del año. Pero la lluvia en la ciudad era distinta y sucia, y más cuando tenías que ir con zapatos de tacón a una tediosa reunión a la que el borracho de su jefe, Haymitch, le había hecho asistir. Cierto que el programa era suyo, a ella se le había ocurrido adaptar una parte del parque hasta ahora casi abandona en un circuito para running y trail. Con eso lograrían desbrozar y trazar un sendero hasta el lago donde solía ir con su padre , ahora era un sitio abandona y olvidado. La reunión había ido bien, los consultores del alcalde estaban contentos en la propuesta y más aún con el calendario de ejecución de la intervención paisajista, al estar en año de elecciones el hecho de que el proyecto pudiese estar acabado en un año, tuviera un precio asequible y sobre todo que tuviera un gran impacto en la ciudad influyendo en el voto de miles de nuevo runners, lo hacía difícil de rechazar. Por eso aunque aún no habían dicho que sí, el instinto de Katniss le decía que era pan comido. Sin embargo, absolutamente nada le compensaba el hecho de que tuviera ampollas en los pies, los próximos días y más si subían las temperaturas serían un calvario para sus pies. En cuanto salió de la reunión, se sentó en uno de los sillones de piel de la entrada para cambiarse los zapatos. Había sido idea de Prim y lo cierto es que había sido una gran idea e incluso brillante... si no fuera por el hecho de que su hermana le había dejado unas pretty ballerinas doradas. Según su hermana pequeña eran un hit entre las famosas y las it-girl pero para ella eran demasiado brillantes, demasiado finas y demasiado femeninas. Ella hubiera preferido ponerse sus botas, pero pesaban demasiado y no le cabían en el maletín. Miró el reloj y se dio cuenta que tendría que darse prisa e ir en metro al aeropuerto para coger el vuelo de vuelta a Distrito Doce, porque el tráfico del Capitolio en un día como hoy le impediría llegar a tiempo, y Katniss quería volver a casa ya y olvidarse de este día, relajarse con una copa de vino y dormir al menos diez horas. El metro, como no, también estaba a reventar. La gente apretada en los vagones parecían sardinas en lata, hacía un calor artificial y los efluvios que emanaban de algunas personas, o más concretamente de las axilas de algunas personas, la mareaban y disgustaban a partes iguales. Por fin se anunció la parada del aeropuerto y Katniss pudo bajar. Rápidamente se dirigió al control de seguridad, gracias a Dios ya tenía hecho el checkin online y se podría ahorrar esa cola, la que no podría evitar es la cola de seguridad. Como se había temido había bastante gente esperando, y encima parecía que el hombre que tenía delante era torpe: ¿Acaso no sabía que no se permitían llevar botellas de agua? Y ¿cómo era posible que fuera tan torpe y se le hubiera caído todo lo que llevaba en el maletín al sacar el portátil? El hombre rubio se agachó para recoger sus cosas y fue entonces cuando Katniss de dio cuenta de cómo la americana se ceñía a su espalda. También se dio cuenta de que el extraño tenía unos antebrazos fuertes y definidos. -Disculpe -oyó una voz a sus pies -Señorita por favor disculpe -volvió a escuchar. -¿Sí? -dijo Katniss dándose cuenta que se había quedado embobada viendo al hombre y sonrojándose por ello, no sin antes fruncir aún más el ceño. -Mi lápiz está a sus pies y no quería acercarme demasiado sin avisarla - dijo el hombre con risa nerviosa mientras le clavaba una mirada tímida y azul. Tan azul como el color del fondo del mar abierto. -¿Por qué? -preguntó ella sorprendida por la cortesía. -Bueno, pues lo cierto es que aunque es usted preciosa, ese ceño asusta bastante -respondió esta vez con algo más de confianza y sonriendo con franqueza. -¡Oh, disculpe! -contestó Katniss algo avergonzada, porque el hombre parecía todo amabilidad y para que negarlo también era un hombre my atractivo -. Estaba pensando en el trabajo. -Entonces ¿puedo? -preguntó el hombre. -Sí puede qué- respondió ella de nuevo muy cortante porque por muy guapo que fuera, parecía que era un poco corto, además de torpe. -¿Mi lápiz ... en su pie? -repitió él. -¡Claro, por supuesto ! -exclamó dándose cuenta de la que estaba en otro sitio era ella. El hombre rubio la miró desde el suelo y movió la mano hacia su pie para recoger su lápiz, y aunque fue muy leve el roce de su mano con su empeine, Katniss sintió una sensación muy agradable que se le extendió por el cuerpo, una sensación que hacía años que no sentía , o qué tal vez no hubiera sentido nunca. Era como si todos sus sentidos se hubieran despertado como la primavera que comenzaba. -Bonitos zapatos -le dijo él señalando sus pies y ofreciéndole la mano a la vez que se presentaba -Me llamó Peeta Mellark. -Yo,Katniss Everdeen -dijó ella cogiéndole mano para estrecharla a la vez que pensaba que por una vez y solo por una vez, tal vez Prim hubiera tenido una gran idea.

Read on. Always -Smish

  When I got home I went right to my room. I flopped on my bed and took out my phone. I texted Katie and asked her to help me pick out an outfit. It was still 4 days away, but I felt extremely excited. I tried to squash the feeling; it’s just another date with another guy. I couldn’t convince myself. I felt so good around Louis. It was like I could open myself up to him without realizing it. He made me feel like a new person. I turned on my radio as I looked through my closet. Katie wouldn’t come over until Saturday before the date, so I decided to pick a few things I thought might work. I was never the stylist Katie was, but it was just a concert; I imagined people in t-shirts and loose jeans. I closed my closet. I could wait until Katie got here. I wondered what Louis was doing. I mean, first he asks me out, then he bails? The song he comes up with better be a good one, I think. I also wonder about the other guys. I mean, there were 4 other gorgeous guys in his band too. I thought about meeting them, but I knew I would have to bring Katie, and seeing as she got psychotic over Louis, I couldn’t imagine her around 4 other hot, famous guys. I rolled over onto my back, facing the ceiling. At first I couldn’t care less about him, now he was all I thought about. 

It's been a while, sorry, I've been really busy. Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it. I woke up with a grin on my face. I went downstairs and gave my mum and dad a huge kiss on each of their cheeks and they responded by pretending to take my temperature. "Very funny" I said sarcastically as they started laughing. "What's gotten into you this morning then?" Said my dad. "Oh Mark you need to get into the 21st Century. Our daughter is dating a very lovely young man." My dad gruffed. "Is he that one I see on the telly?" He asked to no one in particular. "That's the one." I told him with a grin broadening on the telly. "Well, that's good, we might actually get some money." I stared at him in shock, but my mum was the one to clip him round the ear. "Mark!!! You know Lizzie, isn't in it for the money! She likes him very much." More than that, I love him. I thought, but I wouldn't let them know that. Harry hasn't told me he loves me yet, we are taking things slowly, well ... He is. A grin appeared on my dad's face. "God chill woman!" He said to my mother. "I knoooowww! I was just messing around, are you doing anything today Lizzie?" "I'm going shopping with Harry" He sent me a text this morning and I was all too quick to reply. "Oh alright then sweety, have fun!" Said my mum as I was heading towards the door. "...Now Jayne... Go make me a sandwich." I heard my dad say jokingly to my mother. There was silence then a cuffing sound. My mum had clipped my dad again. You gotta love the friendly banter parents have nowadays. "Bye!!" I shouted as I left the house. "Bye love!" They shouted in unison. As I left the house I walked down my drive, as normal, and then out of nowhere about 4 girls nervously approached me. I stared at them, probably looking like an owl. But I temporarily forgot that I was kinda famous. "Um... Hey Elizabeth" She knows my name... She knnnoowwss mmyy naammeee. This is really weird. Lizzie she said hi... respond! "'Hey!" I smiled, looking friendly. good. "How can I help you guys?" The spokesman of the group held out some paper and a black pen. Was she? no... She couldn't! Why would they...? "Could you sign these please?" I stared at them in gobsmack. "Sure I can... But, if you don't mind my asking... why?" I sounded like an idiot, but I wanted to know. "We think you're lovely, and Harry deserves you. It would mean a lot." I took the paper and signed an individual one for each of the girls, they also gave me their twitter names and I promised to follow them. hmmm, I wonder. "Does any of the guys follow you?" I asked them. They shook their heads and stared at me in question. "Well, if you want I can drop your twitter names by them and see if I can get them to follow you. You guys are like my first fans, and I haven't even done anything to deserve it." They opened their mouths in shock even though I didn't think it was that big of a deal. They all started speaking at once. "Oh my gosh no way!" "Would you seriously do that?" "I would love you forever." "Tell Zayn to marry me!!" As I smiled at them I gave them all hugs and received their thanks. I went to meet Harry in the best emotional mood. ~ "So where we off too then?" I asked Harry as he wove me around the shops. We had been shopping all day, and I had only pulled away with two bags, as opposed to Harry who had about ten. He did offer to lend me money, but I refused. "I'm taking you to some fancy resteraunt, because i'm really romantic and the best boyfriend ever." He laughed and took my hand. He was pulling me along at a hasty pace and I couldn't help but giggle at his hair been swept backwards. "I agree, but what's the rush!" I half shouted to him. "I booked a table but we're running late!" He said back. So there I was, half jogging through the streets of London, to get to some 'fancy resteraunt' that Harry Styles has picked to take me to dinner. Fabulous. When we arrived we were both red a puffy in the face... Attractive I know, I excused myself to the bathroom so I could touch up my makeup. When I came back to the table Harry was not alone. Kelly Cartwright was sitting in my seat staring up at me in a gaze. "Oh Elizabeth! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" I absently shook her hand, but averted my gaze to Harry's silently asking him what the hell she is doing here. I think she got the message before he did. "Oh sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt but I was having a meal with my manager and when I saw Harry sitting alone... I just thought i'd say Hi, you know since we have a past an everything." A past? Harry shot a look at me as if to say, please-don't-push-on-that-subject, but I ignored him. "A past?" I repeated my thought's and shot her daggers, but I don't think she saw it through her pretty long (fake) eyelashes. "Oh yes" she paused as if trying to build up the tension. "Me and Harry were dating for two years in secondary school, I always thought it was kinda perfect, with him being famous and me being a journalist, don't ya think?" I was silenced. I didn't say anything and just sat down in the chair opposite Harry. Not meeting his gaze, I silently picked up the menu and waited for Kelly to get the hint and wander back off to what ever hole she crawled out of. It didn't take too long. "Well, I'll be leaving you to it then. Bye" She turned herself away from me and stared at Harry. "Bye Harry" She purred before trudging away from the table. "Lizzie, just ignore her" "Is it true?" I asked him I finally brought my gaze up to meet his. "Well... Yes" I shouldn't be angry at this... I know Harry's past, but Kelly Cartwright, is the one person I took an instant disliking to and I find out they dated for two years! Breathe Lizzie. Harry lent across the table and took both of my hands in his, I wanted to pull away. But his eyes were thick with worry. "Me and her are in the past, nothing happened-" He broke off. He was reminsing, of course something happened, you don't date someone for two years without doing anything. I bet she was his... Ugh might as well spit it out. "Was she your first?" He looked at me blankly. "She wasn't my first girlfriend, no." I screwed my face up. "That's not what I meant Harry." He looked at me again. "Yes, she was my first." So I know that Harry's willy has been in her dirty vag. Perfect. I took a deep breath, I was not prepared to let her ruin my good mood. "So, Harry, What's the reason for the special occasion?" He looked relieved with my subtle change of topic and slowly removed his hand from mine. "Well actually, I have a surprise for you." He started digging around the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out two tickets. He gave my one and I studied it. No way. "Plane tickets?" I asked. What are these for? I wonder. "Me and you are going on holiday. A romantic get away, no stress, no fans. Just me and you... And the beaches of Hawaii." Hawaii? I told Harry when we were close friends about me always wanting to go to Hawaii, but it was slipped into no conversation in particular, I didn't think he paid attention. Turns out he was. "Harry, I.... Really?" He lent across the table and squeezed my hand, then he picked it up and gave it a soft kiss, causing me to have chills run up my spine. "Just me and you babe." Hawaii+Me+Harry (and maybe a cheeky double bed!) = Fuck Yeah. This chapters short but I promise they will get much more interesting, I ave just been really busy (was meant to be doing some Chemisty whilst writing this LOL) Hope you enjoyed it send me your ideas, what part do you think Kelly is going to play in Harry and Lizzie's life? What are your views on this chapter? Untill next time! xx

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