Harry and I stayed in the lobby staying alert for another unexpected blast. We both sat on the floor facing the doors. The lobby lights were lit up but still everything seemed dark. The skeleton man still didn't return. Harry wore red cloured night dress which completely matched his looks.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked suddenly.

The question completely came out of nowhere.

I fidgeted for a while.
"No." I said facing him. "Do you?"

"No." He said facing downwards. I could see a smile erupting on his face. "I have never been good in socialising. So I would apologise if that seemed a bit awkward. That is the only reason I don't have many friends"

I felt a bit sympathetic towards him. He was a smart guy. He could be a good friend for anyone.

His eyes burned red due to lack of sleep."I think you should switch with Damien. Your eyes are blood red."

"No its alright they need to rest more than I should." He replied.

"Its so hard to stay away from our from our family." I said trying to start a conversation.

"Probably we won't be ever to able to meet them-." I placed my finger on his lips. I could feel his soft lips brush against my finger ." Never say that, we all will survive."

His skin blushed red and his eyes went down.

"Promise me that you will save anyone whenever times come." I said trying to boost his confidence. For the first time he seemed down with his confidence, it wasn't the same Harry I knew.

"What do you think about others?" He asked. He was asking so many questions now and then. I don't know what was wrong. I think he wanted to enquire something about my feelings.

"Well... Everyone out here is good. Everyone is helpful and optimist, I know we have a very less chance about surviving but no one is crying over it. Root is the strongest man one could see. The girls, Claudia and Mallory they are my besties now. We have shared almost everything with each other."

"And what about Damien?" He asked.

Now I felt like he was interrogating me he was really worried on something.

On the thought of Damien I felt my cheeks burning red. There was something about him. He was handsome and attractive. I felt my feelings erupting for him. He was always there to raise everyone's moral. I could never say my feeling for him because I don't want to burden him before the games but right now his questions are really bothering me now.

"He's good." That's all I said about my feeling to Harry.
He nodded his head.

We didn't speak for a long time after that. He had his head buried in his knees. I think he got to know about the things he was searching for. His questions were now clear to me.

Something suddenly hit my shoulder. I turned my head to see that Harry was already asleep his head resting om my shoulder. I blushed once again. I didn't wake him up. He had already worked his brain way too much.

I sat there alone in the lobby unaware of the danger lurking.