PEETA'S POV
After begging Rye nonstop, I got him to cancel the tour. I need to stay with Katniss because I don't want her alone. The second she said she can't go with me on the tour again, I went to Rye and made him cancel the tour. I'm not telling her yet, but she's upset. I 'leave' tomorrow. She's downstairs already when I wake up, and when I go down there, she's on the couch watching Disney Channel. I'm going to tell her tomorrow morning.
"Nice show," I tell her.
"There was nothing on." She says. "I'm really going to miss you." I sit down next to her.
"I'm going to miss you too." I whisper. She's lying on her back, but scoots over so there's room for me to be on my side next to her. I lie down on my side and trail my fingers all up and down her stomach and chest. She sighs happily when I nuzzle my nose into her neck.
"I love you," I place a gentle kiss against her neck.
"I love you too," she mumbles. I touch every inch of her except for what's covered by her panties and her bra. I trail my fingers down the side of her face, and she sighs happily again and shuts her eyes. I trace her nose, and her eyes, and kiss behind her ear. She loves it when I do that.
"I love you," I kiss her on the lips.
"I love you too." She whispers. I kiss my way down her jaw, down her neck, and then back up to her now closed eyes, and then I kiss behind her ears. "Peeta," she moans. "Stop," I draw back. "You're killing me." she whispers.
"Sorry." I kiss her again anyways. I kiss back down her jaw, past her boobs, down her stomach and stop right when I get to her panties.
"Peeta," she warns. "Either fuck me or go away." Her eyes are pitch black.
"I'll fuck you," I reply.
….a….
She lays around all day, naked. We're alone anyways, and she doesn't like clothing. She's got on a fuzzy blanket anyways. It's nighttime now, and we're lying in bed. She's got her head on my chest, tracing patters on my stomach.
"I wrote new songs. I wrote five new songs." I admit. Slowly, she lifts her tear filled eyes to mine.
"Are you going to put them on your next album?" she asks.
"Yes." I whisper.
"Will you play it for me before you leave tomorrow?" she asks softly.
"Of course I will." I kiss her forehead. She pulls on a pair of boy shorts and sports bra. "I may not put one of the songs on the album." I admit.
"Why not?" she asks.
"You'll see why," I whisper. She lies back down against me. "I'm so lucky to have you." I murmur in her ear. She smiles and drifts off. I follow her soon after.
….a….
She's crying when I get up and get dressed.
"Do you have to go?" she whispers.
"Nope," I reply. She cries harder.
"So you can stay but you won't?" she whimpers.
"I can stay and I will stay." I answer.
"Liar!" she throws her pillow at me. "Peeta don't leave me! I'm scared I'm going to kill myself again!" she collapses into sobs on the floor. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." I pick her up and lay her down on the couch.
"I told you I wasn't leaving and I meant what I said. I am not leaving you baby, I promise."
"So you're going to drop the tour and stay with me and never leave and stay with me to hold me at night and love me?" she demands through her tears.
"Yes, I'm going to stay right here. Forever." I kiss her. She threads her fingers through my hair and flips so she's on top and kisses me intently.
"Good," she mumbles through frantic kisses.
…..a…..
KATNISS'S POV
"Please? Please? Please? Please?" he won't leave me alone. He's outside the bathroom door when I'm in the shower. Grammys are tonight. I shut the water off, wrap myself in a towel and open the bathroom door. His family and my family is downstairs and I'm about to hit him upside the head with a fucking brick.
"Dammit Peeta!" I snarl as I pull on a strapless bra and a pair of underwear. I pull on a tee-shirt and jeans. He wants me to do a music video with him but I'm really unsure about it. He's been begging me nonstop for three days.
"Please? Please? Please?" he keeps saying 'Please?' as I storm downstairs. "Please? Pleae? Pl-"
"Shut up! If I say yes, will you shut up?" I demand.
"Yes. Please? Pleas-"
"Fine!" I snap at him. "Now stop talking to me! Just for a little while!"
"Okay," he says. He sits down on the couch and sits silent.
Now I feel like a bitch. I haven't even heard the damn song yet. I don't know what I'm doing in the song and for three days he asks me 'Please?' before he actually says something.
For example, last night when I said 'I love you' before I went to sleep he said 'Please? I love you too'
So I guess I have a right to be pissed off, but I still feel bad. I walk over to him and kiss him. "I'm sorry. Your just annoying." I whisper. He snickers.
"It's okay. That's the point."
I haven't shown anyone but Cinna and Johanna my dress. Prim is pissed but I don't really care. All of us are going on a limo. It's just Peeta's whole family, my Mom and Dad, Prim, Haymitch, Cinna and Portia. I have to force down breakfast because I'm so hungry.
"Did you take a shower?" Cinna asks.
"Yes," I reply.
"Alright, we have to get you ready." He says.
"It's eight in the morning!" I protest.
"And it's going to take a long time to get you ready." He says.
"Well what about Peeta?" I demand.
"He doesn't need anything but some jell in his hair. He's fine." He takes my hand and pulls me towards the stairs. I stick my tongue out at Peeta and let him pull me up the stairs. Mama, Prim and Johanna follow. We're in Peeta's bathroom with the door locked. "Brush your teeth," Cinna orders. I do as he says.
He instructs me to take off everything but my bra and underwear and I listen to him. He walks around me for a long time and gets the stool be hid in here and pushes me down on it. He pulls my hair up in a ponytail to get it out of his way and start to put some makeup on my face. I sit for five hours, talking with Johanna, Prim and Mama. "Are you nervous?" Mama asks.
"Yes." I reply. Cinna finishes my makeup and starts on my hair. He brushes it and straightens it and then curls it with a wand and starts to pin it up in random places.
"WE'RE LEAVING IN A HALF HOUR!" Haymitch shouts from downstairs.
"OKAY!" I shout back.
Cinna finishes with my hair with ten minutes to spare and breaks out the dress. Mom and Prim cover their mouths. It's sunset orange with a sweetheart neckline. I don't need the bra, so I'm forced to take it off. It's a pushup built in bra. With help from Cinna, I slide it on. It has a line of tiny diamonds around my ribs and from there down, it's all ruffles. It's a ball gown. They help me into my heels, put on my bracelet, that is covered in diamonds, my necklace that has a gold chain, a heart on it in gold that is lined in diamonds, and a pair of earrings that have a matching stone to the dress.
"You just look beautiful!" Mom gushes. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom and grab my diamond clutch.
"WE'RE GOING TO BE FUCKING LATE!" Haymitch screams.
"SUCK IT!" I shout back. Everyone is silent down there, but then Peeta, Rye, Graham, Finnick and Aiden all burst out laughing. Finnick brought his girlfriend, Annie Cresta with him.
"It's not funny!" Haymitch shouts.
"We haven't even done my hair yet!" I call.
"WHAT!" He shouts angrily. I smirk and follow everyone downstairs.
"I'm just kidding." I tell him when I walk into the living room. Peeta's jaw drops and everyone else smiles. He looks sexy in a black and white tuxedo, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his hair jelled. "Are you going to keep shouting about how we're going to be late, or are we going to leave?" I ask comically.
"We're going to leave." He says. 'We're already a half hour late." he says.
"Well we're late in style." I snicker and everyone under the age of twenty four laughs. Jo's in a smile black dress and Prim is in a white one and everyone looks nice and dressed up. I get my phone out of Peeta's pocket, who is still staring at me dumbly. I put my phone in my clutch and get my wallet and go outside. Peeta loops his arm through mine.
"You look so fucking sexy," he whispers in my ear when everyone is in the limo.
"So do you." I murmur. Then we clamber in.
…..a…...
When we're down the street, I admit I'm about to throw up because I'm freaking out. Everyone manages to calm me enough. Paparazzi are waiting at the red carpet.
"Oh look, we're really late." Haymitch grumbles. Johanna is actually nominated with this with me.
"At least we're here now." I grumble. Someone opens the door. There's a roped off area and it's filled with fans of all sorts. Everyone steps out first, except for Peeta and I. Everyone is murmuring, confused. Then Peeta gets out and the screams start. When we're both out, people are screaming insanely, shouting our names. It's quite comical, actually, to hear them and see our family's faces. It's hilarious. I have to get my clutch out of the car because I forgot it, and then I shut the door. I wave at them and they scream louder.
I've decided I'm going to do what I want to. I walk over to them and sign a few autographs and take some pictures with them. Peeta joins us until we're forced away by Rye and Haymitch and the workers. We're put on the red carpet and we don't know where our families go. We get separated quickly as we're whisked aside for interviews and pictures. I lose Peeta somewhere behind me. I'm starting to get mixed in with some other celebrities. I meet Anne Hathaway and it takes a minute of a shocked expression on my face for me to respond to her 'hello'
"Hi! Oh my god!" I laugh and she smiles.
"Katniss!" a reporter shouts.
"Well, bye!" I smile and wave at her and walk over to the reporter for another interview.
I smile for god knows how many photos, and as I'm getting to the halfway point, I see a poster a boy that looks to be four years old is holding up.
It's clear she wrote it.
'I have leukemia and my dying wish is to meet Katniss Everdeen'
My heart accelerates. There is barriers in the way. I see a big bulky man who has on all black and the back of his shirt says 'security' on it. "Hey!" I stop him. "Can you move those barriers please?" I ask.
"Alright," he walks over and moves the barrier for me. The little boy starts crying and the guy, who must be his older brother or dad moves closer to me. He drops the sign and reaches for me.
"Do you mind?" I ask.
"No way," the guy says. I lift him off his shoulders. "He's an orphan. I got permission to take him out." he tells me.
I nod and stand him up in front of me. Camera men are freaking out and there's news reporters and helicopters and everyone, a ton of celebrities included are watching me with this little boy. "Hi," I smile. "What's your name?" I ask, smiling.
"Jeremy." he whispers. "Hi Katniss. You're so pretty."
He looks scared and I know he's terrified to die. "You are handsome." I smile. "How old are you?" I ask. He holds up ten fingers.
"He's four," the guy said.
I smile at him and fix his fingers. "Your this much, buddy." I whisper. I stand up and pick him up with me. He's light and skinny and underfed. "How long has he had the cancer?" I ask.
"Just two weeks. Nobody has the money to get him healed." He says sadly. "He's the sweetest," Peeta has caught up.
"I know." I kiss the boys' forehead.
It takes a few minutes for everything to go back to normal. Peeta and I get separated again. I'm asked a ton of questions, and finally we're done with the red carpet and I'm let inside and seated next to Peeta, thank god. People begin to come inside, and we sit. I'm having a panic attack as the time draws closer and closer. The only thing holding me onto sanity right now is Peeta's hand and my mind telling me I'm terrible and can't win anything. It helps a lot.
"Please welcome Katy Perry!" Someone announces. She walks out onto the stage.
"This is my favorite award of the night, everyone." she begins. People are screaming. "Best New Female Artist." I tense and my grip on Peeta's hand goes deathly. "See, I know what it's like to be a new artist. Even though your new, I feel like you've already worked so hard to be heard, to get to this point. So congratulations to all the nominees here tonight." People start screaming. She waits until they calm down to finish. "And if you don't win, don't worry. I was never even nominated in this category, and I…have my own eyelash line." People scream again. "Here are the nominees."
It plays parts of three peoples songs and states their names. The audience is screaming like crazy. "Katniss Everdeen and Johanna Mason." It plays a part of A Thousand Years.
I'm trembling now. Peeta looks nervous for me, too. It cuts off and shows pictures of all the nominees on the huge screen. "And the Grammy goes too…" Katy begins. She's silent for a long time. "Katniss Everdeen and Johanna Mason!"
Screams all around me. The camera is zoomed in on my face. Peeta nudges me and gives me a kiss and has to push me to my feet. I stumble first, and my legs feel like glue as I drag myself up the stairs. I trip, of course. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath. I laugh a little and stand back up. Katy hugs me and hands me the Grammy. My song is playing throughout the entire place and the screams are louder than I've ever heard.
People. So many people, It's scary how many people are here. There's a huge group of guys with their shirts off and my whole name 'Katniss Joy Everdeen' spelled out on their chests, causing me to laugh and point. Katy laughs too. Johanna joins me on stage and she hugs me and Katy. I'm freaking out.
Nothing good comes from my ADHD mind when I'm freaking out. I'm pissed I feel down and I'm pissed I didn't prepare anything. "Um…" I begin. Everyone is standing, and the only thing I can think of is the fact that I fucking fell down. "You guys are only standing because I fell down." I blurt. Everyone cheers and laughs again. "To be honest, I really didn't think we were going to win this one." I admit. I look to Johanna.
"I didn't think so either." She admits. Another round of cheers.
"We just…just want to thank…My Uncle Haymitch for managing us and…getting us here close enough to time."
"Our families." Johanna says. "And friends."
"And Peeta, for sticking by me, helping me with writing songs and…just being there." The audience makes 'aww' noises and then starts cheering.
"And Warner Bros," Johanna says.
Katy hands each of us our own Grammy's. The camera is on Peeta, who looks so hapy and proud.
We're done…
Someone clap so they know we're done. It shows Peeta, who knows me better than anyone, get up and start clapping, and everyone joins.
"When we get back, Katniss and Johanna are going to perform a new song!" Katy says. We're taken backstage to a room. I pace around for a while because I'm panicking and flipping out and having issues breathing. Johanna is pacing too. Someone comes and gets us and tells us to just leave the Grammy's on the table. We listen and follow him to behind a curtain, which is the stage. Johanna and I planned this, what song, so we don't even have to talk about it. She's going to sing the chorus with me because she can sing, just I'm the only one that knows.
That night before Peeta was supposed to go on tour when he said 'I'm lucky to have you' I was thinking.
It's fate. Not luck.
And then a new song emerged.
Nobody has ever heard it before except for Johanna.
"Now to perform their new song, Katniss Everdeen and Johanna Mason," Johanna is sitting at the piano and I have an acoustic electric guitar and I'm standing in front of a microphone.
People start screaming when the curtains are moved. The second I start playing the guitar and they find out it's a slow song, they stop screaming and listen intently.
Can you find the time to let your lover love you?
He only wants to show you the things he wants to learn too
The hardest parts you'll get through
And in the end, you'll have your best friend
Love like this may come once, baby it's fate
Like a soul mate, he's your penguin
Baby it's fate, baby it's fate, not luck
Johanna was supposed to sing with me, but she didn't. I look over my shoulder and she shakes her head and continues the piano.
Can you find the time to let your lover hold you?
He needs somebody to hold too
His love is strong and so true, his arrow is aiming for you
And he's the one that you were born to love
Love like this may come once, baby it's fate
Like a soul mate, he's your penguin
Baby it's fate, baby it's fate, not luck
Let go, let go of time for you and I
Let go, let go of time for you and I
Let go, let go of time for you and I
Love like this is all I want, baby we're fate
Love like this may come once, baby we're fate
Like a soul mate, you're my penguin
Baby we're fate, baby it's fate, not luck
(That song was Penguin by Christina Perri. I own nothing.)
Peeta's smiling because it's clear he recalls that night. We go back to our seats. They roll right into Peeta's award.
I don't know the person that announces it, but it's a guy. "And here are the nominees!"
"F.U.N." They play a clip of the song. "The Lumineers." They play a clip of their song, and the someone else's song I don't know. "Peeta Mellark." They play a clip of Springsteen, with the video included. "And the winner is…" I hold my breath. He opens up the slip of paper and is silent, trying to kill us. "Peeta Mellark and the band!" Peeta looks shocked. People start screaming. I nudge him, grinning, and stand up and pull him to his feet. I give him a kiss, and nudge him again. He looks so surprised that I start laughing as he walks up to the stage and I whistle loudly, enough for him to hear, and watch him, so proud that he's made it this far. Finnick, Graham and Aiden join Peeta on stage.
He doesn't trip, thank god. "Wow…" he looks around in surprise. "Wow…well at least I didn't trip." Everyone starts laughing, me included, and they put me on the big screen to see my reaction at Peeta teasing me. "I seriously am shocked I didn't think I we were going to win."
"Neither did I bro," Graham says.
"But we did!" Finnick shouts. Everything starts cheering again.
"We just wants to thank Graham and I's brother, Rye, for managing us spo we don't look like idiots."
"And our family." Graham speaks up.
"And Warner Bros for giving us the album!" Aiden says.
"And I wanted to thank my girlfriend Annie, for sticking by me and picking me up when I fall down. Not literally, but…oh you know what I mean!"
"And I want to thank Katniss. For loving me and being with me. If I didn't get mobbed with her, who knows where I would be today!" I laugh loudly. And everyone starts cheering.
"We'll be back with Peeta and the band to hear a new song!"
I sit impatiently, and finally, Peeta comes back on. He's going to be singing while Finnick plays drum, Graham plays main guitar and Aiden plays bass.
A woman is a mystery
A man just can't understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her
Is the touch of your hand
An' other times you gotta take it slow
An' hold her all night long
Heaven knows there's so many ways
A man can go wrong
Must be doin' somethin' right
I just heard ya sigh
Ya lean into my kiss
And close those deep gray need-you eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I
Must be doin' somethin' right
Anywhere you wanna go
Baby show me the way
I'm open to suggestions
Mmm, whatever you say
Tonight's about givin' you what you want
Whatever it takes
Girl I hope I'm on the right road
Judgin' by the smile on your face
Must be doin' somethin' right
I just heard ya sigh
Ya lean into my kiss
And close those deep gray need-you eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doin' somethin' right, oh baby mmm
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doin' somethin' right
Must be doin' somethin' right, oh yeah
Must be doin' somethin' right
Must be doin' somethin' right
(Doin' something right)
Mmm
Don't know what I did
(Don't know what I did)
Must be doin' somethin' right
Must be doin' somethin' right
The last few lines the guys sang with him. I know the song was about me, because I'm his fiancé, and because my eyes are gray. The camera is zoomed in on me, and I'm smiling because I'm so proud of him. He takes his seat next to me, and immediately, he leans over and whispers "That's the music video you're going to be in." I look at him in shock and smile.
"Really?" I whisper back. He kisses me.
"Really," he whispers. I don't think that we realize that the camera is trained on us. People are screaming our names and I'm confused as Peeta is. Beyoncé, who is sitting behind us, leans closer.
"You guys just won cutest couple."
"What?" I ask, bewildered. I didn't even know we were nominated.
"Yes. You guys were nominated," she laughs. I look at Peeta, who starts laughing and stands up. We're both laughing like idiots as we walk up the stage, and I trip again, and he pulls me to my feet, both of us laughing like idiots. He links hands with me again and pulls me the rest of the way to the microphone.
"We just missed everything. Did we actually win this?" I ask. Everyone starts shouting 'yes'. I look at Peeta and we start laughing again.
"We didn't even know we were nominated!" he says. People start laughing with us. "Anyways…I want to thank Katniss's parents for creating her, and everyone else that she's ever met."
"And I want to thank Peeta's parents for creating him and everyone else."
"And I guess everyone. Just everyone. We thank all of you!" They give us one grammy, and announce we'll be singing a song and then send us backstage.
The second we're closed in the room, he turns to me.
"What song?" he demands.
"I don't know." I whisper. "We have like three minutes to figure this out!"
"Fuck," he's got me pinned against the door. His Grammy is next to mine and Johanna's and Finnick and Aiden's and Graham's. We add the other one that has Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen soon-to-be Mellark.
"Wait. Remember when I had that nightmare where you died? And I wrote that song? Remember that song?"
"I know that song by heart." He says.
"Let's do that!" I exclaim.
"It's got guitar and drums. I don't know the guitar." He warns.
"I'll do guitar, you do drums." I reply.
"Alright," he gives me a long kiss.
We're ushered onto the stage. They move the drums right next to me. Slowly, after announcing us, they move the curtains and I start the guitar and Peeta starts the drums. I sing first.
Me:
Bet your window's rolled down and your hand's in your hair
I bet you got no idea you're going way too fast
And you're trying not to think about what went wrong
Trying not to stop til you get where you goin'
Trying to stay awake so I bet you turn on the radio
And the song goes
Peeta:
I can't live without you, I can't live without you baby
I can't live without you, I can't live without you baby, baby
Me:
The highway won't hold you tonight
The highway don't know you're alive
The highway don't care if you're all alone
But I do, I do.
The highway won't dry your tears
The highway don't need you here
The highway don't care if you're coming home
But I do, I do.
Both:
I bet you got a dead cell phone in the shot gun seat
Yeah, I bet you're bending God's ear talking about me.
You're trying not to let the first tear fall out
Trying not to think about turning around
Trying not to be lost in sound but that song is always on
So you sing along
Peeta:
I can't live without you, I can't live without you baby
I can't live without I can't live without you baby, baby
Me:
The Highway won't hold you tonight
The highway don't know you're alive
The highway don't care if you're all alone
But I do, I do
The highway won't dry your tears
The highway don't need you here
The highway don't care if you're coming home
But I do, I do.
I have a guitar soloand people are screaming like crazy, which makes Peeta and I smile.
Peeta:
I can't live without you, I can't live without you baby
I can't live without I can't live without you baby, baby
Me:
The highway don't care
The highway don't care
But I do, I do.
The highway don't care
The highway don't care
But I do, I do.
Another guitar solo.
Both:
I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby
(That was higway don't care by Tim McGraw Feat Taylor Swift. I just changed it a bit.)
The song ends and people are crying and screaming like maniacs.
We're sent back to our seats. For the rest of the two hours, I've got my head on his shoulder. I'm exhausted.
After though, we have to do a few press conferences. Then we're sent back to the red carpet. Peeta stays with me this time.
I'm exhausted, so fucking exhausted. These heels are killing me too. When we're off the red carpet, we have to go to the after party. We take pictures with a ton of celebrities and some of the fan.
Finally, after meeting Adele, I pull Peeta into a corner. "Can we go home? I'm exhausted and my feet are killing me and I want to go shower." I ask quietly.
"Are we allowed?" he asks.
"I think so." I look around.
"Well lets go then."