Up the ravine //
Zayn: let’s be this calmly – I speak by shaking his head slightly behind him seeing everyone with strings around his waist. He had tried to sort them all out in a few seconds, putting Verónica, Harry, and Ally together in one of the strings he had fastened to a tree. To Normani, Liam and Lucy in another, and finally Dinah and shawn, three groups attached to three trees by three ropes attached to him who thus held niall – “if we lose our head for a moment, let’s screw everything,” he said firmly, but feeling a little insecure inside – “we’ve done it before, many times, we can…” – was interrupted.
Harry: that was a game – his voice sounded dubious – this is really
Zayn: so let’s prove that we haven’t been a game – a convincing touch in his voice – let’s do what we know – the firmness of conviction in his words, I hoped it would have an effect on them.
Below the ravine //
The sound came as an echo that made them sit on the ground