(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(3) Chapter Four ; The Kramer's .

Zayn Malik ; 

Harry's sobs were gut wrenching. I tried my hardest to drown them out but it was hard. He sat in the middle of the room, crouched down with his head between his legs just, crying. I shut my eyes only for a moment to try and gather myself but it was no use, I was already crying.

  

   "We need to keep moving-" I covered my mouth trying to keep it all down. This is Calum we were talking about. The same Aussie boy who'd rather stay home at night watching movies than go out. He was gone. 

  

Harry seemed to be taking it the hardest. I knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He nudged it off pulling his knees into his chest, crying even harder.

  

  "Th-that's fucking Calum, Zay-" his voice cracked as he buried his face into his knees to catch the tears. "I-I did that to him-"

   "No, you didn't" I hesitated, choppy breaths. "It was his game."

  He sobbed. "Y-you don't understand... I-I could've... I could've saved him...."

   "At what cost??" I scoffed at him in disbelief. "One of us?? I-it was out of your hands Haz, you can't blame yourself for that!"

  "He was right!!!" he protested, getting choppy with me. He whipped his eyes, "Look at them!!!"

  

He gestured over to both Niall and Lou as Liam and I glanced at each other.

  

   "Calum was right..." he brought his voice down finding it hard to speak through his tears. "Niall and Louis are... They're as good as-"

  "Don't you dare" Liam cut in, shaking in the fear of Harry's words. "They are still alive, and it's because of you. There was nothing you could have done to save Calum-"

   "Listen to yourself!?" Harry cried nearly yelling at Li. "How selfish you sound?!"

  

Liam lit up in shame, realizing he was right. Harry was always the one to care, and sometimes it was too much. But what could he have done differently honestly? If he chose Calum, that would've left one of us to rot. Lord knows he wouldn't dare chose Lou; leaving only Niall to pick from. Maybe that was why he took it so harshly.

  

  "If I didn't push him, he wouldn't have died-" Harry moped.

  "If you didn't push him, he would've shot you" I stated through the tears. "Then all of us, would have died-"

  

Harry took a moment to think about it, but when he did he realized that I was right. 

  

  "Why are we even here?" he shook his head, turning away from us. "What did we do? I-is this just some, sick kind of a joke??"

   "I ask myself the same thing-" I croaked.

  "Mmm... Fuuck...."

  

We all stopped when we realized the groan of pain came from none of us. Niall rolled out of his safe on his own, struggling to move. All of our faces lit up in relief seeing that he was conscious. He ripped the oxygen mask from his face and combed the hairs back out of his face.

  

   "Erahhh..." he moaned, sitting up and holding his side. Just looking at his face showed how much pain he was in. "It... Fucking burns...."