Author's note

Hey so this is more of a short story then a one shot. I will try my best to update everyday.

I really hope you like :) here we go

Light floods the room; I toss away from the source and throw the covers over my head, in an attempt to escape the evil glare of white as it does so. The covers are ripped from my grasp. All the air from my lungs escapes, as an overly excited Prim lands on me.

"Wake up! Come on sleepy head it's a big day!" Says prim as she smiles, it's the greatest thing, to see her so happy.

"Morning little duck" I whisper, fatigue still trying to take control over me. "Do you mind?" I giggle and gesture to her still pining me to the bed.

She laughs "Sorry, anyway come down stairs, everyone's waiting"

She begins to skip away but stops "oops, almost forgot! Happy Birthday Sis!" she gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and skips down the hallway and out of sight.

I roll out of bed and head to my dresser, without thinking I pull a pair of black fitted jeans on and my favourite black and white t-shirt. I walk into the bath room and quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. I redo my hair into a single casual braid; I take one last glance in the mirror and head downstairs.

Half way down the stairs a choir of voices start to sing 'Happy Birthday to you…' I can't help but giggle at the sight, as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I realise they have finished singing and they are all smiling at me with big broad grins. Prim is in the middle of the group with a cake with two brightly light candles; a 1 and a 6.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and wish that today will be perfect, I blow out the candles and notice that one still flickers. You can't get everything you wish for, I think to myself.

"Happy Sixteenth, Sweetie" My mother chirps as she wraps her arms around me.

Before I can look around, I sense his warmth, as he snakes his strong arms around my torso. "Happy birthday, gorgeous" he whispers into my ear, his breathe tickles.

I spin round in his arms and he gently cups my face, are lips meet in the middle; mine just hover slightly over his. "Thanks Gale" a smile sweeps across my face as he presses his lips against mine. I am still taken away by the sensation, even the softest; of his kisses make me feel. He takes my breath away even after being together for 6 months.

We pull apart slightly; just enough to press are foreheads together. The world around us gets lost, as if it's only Gale and I. In our own bubble of perfection. Our hands intertwine. As we stare deeply into each other's eyes, as storms of grey collide and I know that I am uncontrollably and undeniably in love with Gale Hawthorne.

"Excuse me"… the bubble is burst.

Standing before us is Prim; she looks awkwardly at the floor trying to avoid all eye contact. She looks so cute and innocent.

Still eyes locked to the floor, she begins to speak "As much as I like seeing katniss and you so happy, we kind of need to open your presents and get to school"

Gale and I blush, a beetroot red. We pull apart and both stare at the floor. Our hands are still locked together as we follow Prim into the living room. We sit side by side on the sofa.

I finally look up from the floor and notice that a handmade banner has been hung above the fireplace. It reads 'happy 16th katniss'. There is also a small pile of various bits of food sitting on the coffee table; I assume they are from people at the Hob.

Prim springs up from her seat, all giddy " oh please open mine and mums gift first!" she hands me a small brown bag, that I hadn't noticed sitting on the floor. I do as she pleases and open the bag, there is a block of goat's cheese and a small black box, out of curiosity I lift the box from the bag.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I notice the brassy shine, of my father's mockingjay pin. I recognised it from the days when we used to go out hunting in the woods; he used to wear it on his hunting jacket as a symbol of rebellion against the capitol, so many years ago.

Everyone is dead quite, looking for a reaction. I tightly wrap my arms around prim and bury my face in her hair; I whisper words of thanks into her ear. I pull away and wipe my tears from my face. I mouth 'thank you' towards my mother as I am still speechless.

Hazel is next to speak " Here, it's from all of us, sorry it's not very big" she passes me a beautifully wrapped box, in forest green paper ( my favourite colour), I slowly pull back the paper trying not to rip it, as I want to keep it. It's a picture frame, inside is four pictures.

The first is of Prim and I, we are in laughing, it beautiful. The second is of all of us, my dad, my mum, prim, who is holding her cat, butter cup and me, it makes me smile to think of when we were a family, before he died. Before I start crying again, I turn to the third picture which is of me and all my closest friends, I remember the photo was taken at Peeta's sixteenth only about 2 months ago. But the last one is my favourite, it is of Gale and I, just us, we have are foreheads pressed together and we are staring into each other's eyes, very much like a few moments ago.

"Well it was Gale's idea, he even carved the frame himself" voices Rory

It is the first time I notice it but there is all kinds of animals and flowers decorating around each photo, it must have taken him ages, the detail and accuracy is amazing.

"It's perfect, thank you" I say genuinely to all of them, I feel a single tear rolling down my cheek, and I wipe it away. I turn to Gale but no words our needed, he knows exactly what I am about to say and before I can get the words out he has already cupped my face and laid a loving kiss upon my lips. I melt into him, never wanting it to end, the fire inside me burns brighter than the sun it's self. He pulls away, too soon for my liking, I almost whimper at the absence of his lips.

"Well this is from Haymitch" says my mother as she hands me the envelope. Inside is a £20 and a note, it reads 'happy birthday sweetheart, have a good birthday'.

"That was nice of him" I say, not really talking to anyone but myself.

"The things on the table are from people at the Hob, it's just food and there is some wool and buttons, those kinds of things." I notice that the voice is actually Gale's and not my mothers. I just nod along to what he is saying.

Just then the doorbell goes and I notice that it's almost 8 o'clock.

"That's Annie and Finnick" without thinking I get up to answer it but prim has already beaten me to it. They both walk into the living room.

"Happy birthday" they say in unison. Annie gives me a big hug as does Finnick.

"Here" Annie hands me a silvery Bag with white tissue paper across the top. I open it and gasp "you didn't!" I almost scream as I throw my arms around her neck. "Well it's a beautiful dress and you look drop dead gorgeous in it, so I thought why not" Annie giggles

"It's no dress but I hope you like it" chuckles Finnick, he hands me a small green box, inside is a rope bracelet, it's made up of various knots.

"Oh my god, Finnick did you make this? It's stunning!" I say in complete awe.

"I'm glad you like it. Damn it have you seen the time we are going to be late!"

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