I don't own the Hunger Games, I just love the characters

Katniss's POV

I wake up with a horrendous headache. I can't even really remember where I am initially, I have to look around. I'm in my room, that's odd, I don't remember coming up here. I smell bread. Peeta must be here, that's good…Wait?…Wat?! Did he bring me up here? Did he stay the whole time I was asleep? Is he mad? Did I cause him to have an episode? I don't know any of those answers, and that really bugs me. I start to get up, and the bed creaks, not suprising, it always does.

"Katniss, are you awake?" I hear Peeta calmly yell. He must be on his toes if that's what tells him I'm awake. I don't reply, instead I just walk downstairs. For some reason his face lights up when he sees me, although I have no idea why. I have bed head still and you can tell what I feel like by the way I look.

"Sit down for a second, I have something for you." he tells me calmly. He goes into the kitchen, and in a minute he comes out with a full breakfast, some water, and some ibeprofen. He definetly cares about me, theres no doubt about that. I look up at him and smile. He smiles back and leans down and kisses me.

"thank you for the breakfast." I say, still in awe of what just happened. I never thought that would happen again, especially after how he apparently saw me last night. I've missed him so much, it actually seems like the old Peeta resurfacing.

"Anytime" he says with a grin.

"So, it was pretty bad last night haw?"

"Yes, but I talked to Haymitch and he helped me understand why you were like that. He also said that this has been going on for about a month. Has it?" he still manages to be calm, I thought he would be beyond mad by now. Yet he still remains totally peaceful.

"Yes, but only the secluding myself. The drinking has only lasted about two weeks." I reply feeling disgusted with myself. Yet he just keeps grinning at me. I have no idea why though. He thought he was coming home to an alive girl who loved him. I love him, and my hearts beating, but that doesn't mean I'm alive.

"Well, I think I'm going to have to help you get better and work through this." He has a certain determination to his voice.

"I would like that, I was only doing it because you weren't here." I say with a smile as big as the moon I imagine because his face lights up like it does whenever I smile.

We end up talking about everything, except the past. I don't know the triggers of his episodes, and I don't know what one is like, I've never witnessed one. I really don't want to either, because I imagine its painful for him. It's 9 pm, we have been together 12 hours just talking. I can't believe it, he is back. I really don't want to face the reality that he probably has to go home soon and I will be left all alone without the him or the liquor to keep the nightmares at bay.

Peeta's POV

There is nothing like this in the world, just talking to her. Refiguring her out. Nothing will ever compare to her either. I'm so intrigued by her that I can't bring myself to head home, even though I should. She asked me yesterday to stay, so maybe she will ask again. I can hope anyway. I recognize every single detail about her, what makes her laugh, what makes her mad, what makes her smile, and what makes her blush. I will never meet another person like this as long as I live. I want to propose now, but I know its not going to be safe for her living with me with my episodes, so I won't. Even though I will never be able to live without her, she's not safe with me. My episodes may have been controlled yesterday and today, but they are still unpredictable, and mostly directed towards her. She has to be careful, when I'm mid-episode, nothing but knocking me out will stop me. Besides, I don't even know if that was just the liquor talking when she asked me to stay. I just don't know what to do about our situation. I might have to talk to Haymitch again, or I might have to leave her, sure she would be miserable for a little while, but at least she would be safe. Could I live without seeing her smile or hearing her laugh though? I really don't think I would survive for very long like that. How could I not know if she was safe? She might go back to drinking and end up like Haymitch for the rest of her life. No, I cannot let that happen, absolutely not. I get up of the couch and start to gather my things.

She sees this and commemts, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, you need to sleep, you didn't feel good this morning, and I'm sure you don't want me keeping you awake. Good night, try to sleep. I love you." I kiss her forehead and start to head out the door when she speaks again.

"Peeta, wait, will you stay tonight?" I was hoping she would ask that.

"Of course I will, but are you sure?"

"Absolutely." she says with a smile.

It seems like two minutes by the time we go upstairs and lay down. We don't do anything, but it felt so good knowing I have the girl I love sleeping soundly in my arms. I think I might actually sleep tonight knowing that she is right there.

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