So, this is the last chapter. :) I hope you enjoyed it. I don't own The Hunger Games or They Don't Know About Us by One Direction. (I don't really like 1D but the song fits.)

People say we shouldn't be together

Too young, to know about forever

But I say they don't know what they're talk, talk, talking about

"So, Clove. Is there anyone special waiting for you back home?" Caesar had asked Clove the night before the Games.

"Well you see, Caesar…" Clove had responded, trailing off as she was unsure as to whether she should stay quiet about her and Cato's relationship.

"Yes…"

"There's this one guy. He and I were friends for a few years before we got together when we were fifteen. He's...Something special."

'Cause this love is only getting stronger

So I don't wanna wait, any longer

I just wanna tell the word that your mine girl

Ohhh

"Cato, you seem like quite a ladies man. Is there a special girl waiting for you to return?" Caesar had asked, smiling slightly. The audience had expected him to say no. They didn't know that he was in love with his District partner.

"There is. She's pretty damn scary, but I love her anyway." He had grinned, causing the audience to break into a chorus of 'awwws'.

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the 'I love you's

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us

"CATO! CATO!" Clove screamed, racing through the forest. The fire had separated the Careers about five minutes ago. Glimmer and Marvel were probably trying to find their way back to the cornucopia, but Clove knew that Cato would be trying to find her.

"Clove!" He was far away, but Clove could hear him and that was enough for her. She coughed into her sleeve and sprinted towards the sound of his voice.

"C-Cato…" Clove coughed and coughed, eventually collapsing. The smoke had made its way into her lungs and mixed with her exhaustion.

"Clove!" His voice was much louder now. He could probably see her on the ground, but Clove didn't care. Sleep. She just wanted to sleep.

They don't know about the up-all-night's

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Cato waited up all night for Clove to wake up. In the early hours of the morning he had carried her back to the Cornucopia, dodging spitting fire and fallen trees. He had laid her down in her tent and pressed a cool cloth to her forehead, but it wouldn't have been enough without the Capitol medicine. It was the best moment in his life when she finally woke up. He was hers. She was his. And that felt right to him.

Baby they don't know about, they don't know about us

"Oh, Cato, you're so funny!" Glimmer giggled, slapping Cato's arm lightly.

"Yeah…Hilarious." He mumbled in response, causing Glimmer to giggle again and wink at him. Clove rolled her eyes and continued sharpening her knives.

"Shouldn't we hunting for Everdeen about now?" She asked, bored.

"You've only just woken up, Clove. Take it easy okay?" Cato said. Clove was pretty sure that she was the only one who picked up the hint of worry in the tone.

"Whatever." She grumbled, pulling herself off the ground and storming off into her tent.

One touch, and I was a believer

Every kiss, it gets a little sweeter

It's getting better, keeps getting better all the time girl

After a few minutes, Cato pushed through the flaps of the dark blue tent.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Clove responded, crossing her arms.

"You know what." He sighed.

"Oh, you mean Glimmer flirting with you? Because I honestly have no idea what that was." Clove snapped.

"Hey. You know I don't like her." Cato said, his voice softening. He rested his palm on Clove's cheek. She felt warmth surge through her body.

"Okay." She whispered as her brought his lips down to hers.

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the 'I love you's

"You kill her? You kill the little girl?" Thresh's face was so close to her own that she could smell wheat on his breath. He clutched a rock in his palm that was about three sizes bigger than Clove's head.

"No, no I- CATO! CATO!" Clove screamed, feeling like a little girl that needed protecting again.

"Clove!" His voice was far away, but she knew that if she could just hold on for a minute that he would be here.

Thresh shoved her to the ground and brought the rock down towards her head. At the last second, she rolled away.

"Stay still!" Thresh roared, reaching for the rock again. He tried to throw it at her, but she flattened herself to the ground and it sailed harmlessly over her head.

"You'll have to…Try harder than that." Clove panted, pulling herself to her feet. Thresh growled and lunged at her, grabbing Clove by the throat and slamming her into the Cornucopia wall. Then with a disgusting schlop Thresh's head rolled to the floor. Cato stood behind him breathing heavily, sword in hand.

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Cato and Clove! I give you- the tributes of District Two!" Claudius Templesmith's voice boomed around the now almost empty arena. In almost perfect unison, Cato dropped his sword and Clove dropped her last knife. Both weapons were sticky with the blood of the District Twelve tributes.

"We did it. We won." Cato grinned. Clove threw her arms his neck and smashed her lips to his. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. They fit together like a perfect two piece puzzle.

They don't know about the up-all-night's

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about, they don't know about us

They don't know how special you are

They don't know what you've done to my heart

They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us

They don't know what we do best

That's between me and you, our little secret

But I wanna tell em, I wanna tell the world that your mine girl

"When did you fall for Clove, Cato?" Caesar asked. The stage lights were shining uncomfortably in Clove's eyes, but Cato wasn't fazed by the cameras or any of it.

"I don't remember the exact day. I think when I was thirteen? I'd always watch her throw knives, or spar with the other girls that were scared shitless of her and think 'Whoa. She's amazing.' But I never had the balls to speak to her until about a year later." Cato grinned and squeezed Clove's hand.

"What about you, Clove?" Caesar asked.

"I think a bit later. When were fourteen, maybe? I would always catch him looking at me and, to be honest, I thought he was a bit of a freak." Clove smiled. The audience laughed and Cato rolled his eyes, but he was laughing as well.

"Then about a year later we were put in the same training group and I realised he wasn't so bad. We became friends and that's when I fell for him, I think. When we were fifteen he was my best friend and then…Well, here we are. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the 'I love you's ('I love you's)

But I bet you if they only knew (if they only knew)

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-night's

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about the

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the 'I love you's

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-night's

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about, they don't know about us

They don't know about us

"Well, I can assure you two, that the rest of Panem had no idea about your concealed relationship. I think when you kissed at the end it was a big shock for everyone. Nobody knew about you." Caesar smiled.

"Well, now they do."