Once in a lifetime

Chapter 38 Sacrifice

Zayn ducked again and got his gun. He sent a warning shot, to let Harry know he was there. Harry was probably bored as hell, just like him and when he was bored, he would start pacing around, mumbling, and sometimes even singing. Harry squealed when he felt the impact of the shot hit the tree right next to him. He looked in all directions until he got a glimpse of Zayn, making him signals with his hands to stay quiet. He said hi and Zayn waved back. Harry pointed at himself, made a heart with his hands, and then pointed at Zayn and giggled. Zayn giggled too, as he understood the message, I love you. Zayn did the same just lifting two of his fingers at the end, saying I love you too. Harry started moving his arms rapidly, making complicated symbols that just got worse each time. Zayn would just nod, not getting a single shit of what Harry was trying to say, but too entertained to make him stop.

When Harry pointed at him and shrugged as if saying, What 'bot you? Zayn had no idea what he was asking, so he started moving his arms like Harry had done before, trying to convey the message he had no fucking idea what had happened with the other, as they hadn't showed up looking for ammo since the round started. Harry nodded and grabbed his chin, like if he was thinking about it. Zayn snorted, wondering if he had understood anything or was pretending like he did before. They were such morons sometimes. Zayn snorted, amused by the fact they were pretending to communicate instead of shooting the other one dead. Suddenly, he heard a noise approaching, and he signal Harry to duck and make silence. He grabbed his gun again, pointing in the direction he thought the noise was coming from. Lou showed up, lifting his hands.

"Fuck, Tommo. Almost shot you dead, lad. Coming for ammo? How's all going, who's winning?" He tried to dissimulate he had been "communicating" with the enemy few seconds ago.

"Liam's dead. Gem too, shot by her own mother. I came for ammo, we grouped, and they are waiting for me so give me some for all. We'll be here for a while, they are tough to take down."

"Oh shit. Anne must be proud. Nobody took her down?" Zayn chuckled, picturing Gemma's face when she realised her very mother was the one who murdered her.

"Who the fuck would shoot Anne or Trisha? I'll sit that one let Yas and Rob handle it, honestly. I wanna take Niall or Harry down, though. Seen them?"

"Nah, man. How? I haven't moved. Quite boring, I shall say." Zayn lied, willing himself not to look at Harry's position.

"Got a point. You brought this upon yourself, Wayne. If you could take down your boyfriend, we wouldn't have given you the keeper job. It would've been Trish. But..."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatevs, fucka. Tell me if you would've shot Ele."

"No fucking way, mate. I would be sleeping in the couch at least for a month for that."

"See? You get it. Playing this shit is like Uno, man. This destroys families too. Fuck, if I had known I wouldn't have asked my parents to join. I'll shot myself if they fight over this."

"Don't sweat it, Wayne. I'm sure either Anne or Trish will win this. I'll get going, we have a secured position, but I don't wanna leave them too long unprotected. We are here." Lou added, taking one of the maps they were given earlier and showing Zayn the location they'd be around.

"I'll stay here, unless someone finds me and kills me, then."

Lou retreated, watching his surroundings too. Zayn waited around two more minutes before shooting the tree next to Harry. He poked his head, same way Zayn did earlier. When he saw Zayn was well, his gear clean of paint spots, he smiled and got up. He moved his arms in a way Zayn understood what had happened and Zayn was not sure how to explain someone came for ammo, so he lifted his bag and showed it to him. Harry gave him a thumbs up, getting the idea. Zayn blowed him a kiss and Harry pretended to catch it and press his hand to his lips. Zayn sighed, wishing someone would shoot them so they could go and sit somewhere together.