Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 6

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What Cassiopeia is
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——DESPITE HOW TIRING THE CONCERT WAS, I couldn't find it in myself to sleep on the vacant bed I was given when we returned to the bus. I tossed and turned, the rustles of my wake loud in my ears which coincided with the white noise. I'm sure if I listened hard enough I could make out the engine of the bus, but my energy had run short. I could only stare at the white colored ceiling of the bus's interior, clasping my hands on my stomach.

We had probably entered Manchester already, the easy three and a half hour drive from London passing as I presumed the middle of the night had come. The streets we drove through were quiet, the only loud sounds being the turning lights on the bus itself, the clicking hypnotic as I listened to it. It wasn't until I heard rustling of blankets on another bed that I stiffened, lifting myself up on my elbows and peering out of the little hold.

My eyes caught onto dark curls, "Harry?" He stopped in his tracks, turning around with a notepad and pen in hand, his face looking guilty.

He sported a grey loose shirt, tattoos showing on his arms and some black sweatpants that were too long for his legs, despite how tall he was. I took in the tiredness in his eyes as he looked at me, his Adam's apple heaving up and down as he gulped, the sound loud in the bus's silence.

"Did I wake you?" His voice was a mere whisper, slightly hoarse from the nightly hours, "I'm sorry, Cassiopeia"

"No, no, I've been uh, I've been awake" I tell him, voice just as low as his, raspy and making me cough quietly to clear it. "What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep," He replied, but when I looked down to his notepad and quirked a brow, he licked his lips to explain, "Lyric writing, my mind wouldn't shut off, you?"

"Wasn't comfortable, I guess" I sat up, my back cracking slightly.

"I was gonna go to the couch and write some more, join me?" He asked, head pointing towards the section of the bus.

I nodded and got up, pulling the sleeves of my hoodie down to my hands, hearing Harry chuckle softly. "What?" I questioned, voice as quiet as possible.

"Sweater paws" His face held a smile, and I shook my head at him. When we made it to the couch he sat on one side and I sat on the other, facing each other.

"Lets see it then" I reached out for the note pad, he gave it to me, nibbling on his lip as I read through it. I smiled, reading the few lyrics he wrote which I presumed to be the chorus.

"Maybe we can find a place to feel good, and we can treat people with kindness" I read aloud, smiling at the words. "What's it about?"

"Treating people with kindness" He stated the obvious and I gave him a look, "I've been treated like crap by a lot of people since I've started in the music industry," He shrugged before continuing, "and if I've been taught one thing, it's that blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours brighter"

"Kindness is a virtue" I say after a few beats of silence. We locked gazes for a few seconds, his shining green eyes bleeding with little blue and orange specs around his irises. I could understand him in a way, but I wouldn't bring it up, looking away and back down to the notepad in my hands.