Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 5

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What Cassiopeia is
wearing for the chapter ^

Scouts Honor

——FROM WHAT CHARLOTTE HAD TOLD ME ABOUT THE TOUR, we would only use the tour bus depending on the times of the concerts and how close they were to one another to give us time beforehand, to be able to go backstage and get our hair and makeup done by a stylist. When Harry had decided to do a second leg of his concert and add 50 more shows for next year, private planes and hotels were decided to be used more instead of a tour bus, and I'd prefer it honestly. From experience id learned that a flying aircraft was far more comfortable than a cramped bus, but at the moment since his next show was still in London, I was standing in front of the less preferred.

"Come on and set your stuff inside," Charlotte enticed, walking into the large transport vehicle that had my mind blown into pieces.

As I slowly walked in, uncomfortable being in a place that wasn't my own, I noticed how big the bus actually was. With the living quarters in the back, I could only notice the kitchen and living room that was anything but small, my body able to fit around the two without bumping into something else. A flat screen tv, two comfortable looking couches on either side of the vehicle, and a coffee table to in the middle made my eyes open and shut like I wasn't believing what was in front of me.

"Crazy huh?" Charlotte voiced my thoughts, "I'm barely even in my bed with this out here to entertain me"

"I can imagine" I mumbled, pulling my suitcase behind me, my guitar case around my shoulders as we walked to the back of the bus where multiple beds laid.

"We've only used this bus like twice, but it's nothing compared to how many planes we've boarded" She boasted, sitting on what I could only guess to be her bed. "You can set your stuff down and relax until the others get here"

"Where are the others?" I questioned, sitting on a vacant bed across from hers. After we had talked in the studio, Charlotte offered to help me pack and drive me to the bus, but Harry and the rest of the band weren't here.

"I won't say a meeting because if it was we'd have to be there obviously, but they are talking to the managers about you joining us for the tour and Adam's leave" She explained, making herself more comfortable.

"Is Adam going to be alright? His family?" I asked, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Oh yeah, he told us that his mother had to go to the hospital again" Her face grew a frown, eyes to her fingers as they messed with one another.

"Again?" I grew concerned for someone I didn't even know, but since Charlotte was troubled about it so was I.

"His mom-"

"Charlie, Cassie, we're home!" Mitches voice echoed through the bus. We both shook our heads at his dramatics, dropping our conversation and meeting him in the living room portion of the bus where the rest of the band mates resided.

Before we could fully make it there, I stopped to grab her wrist, "We can talk about it later, if you want"

Charlotte nodded with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and reluctantly, I let go of her wrist.