Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 7

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What Cassiopeia is
wearing for the chapter ^

Resting Bitch Face

——MY HANDS TRAILED THROUGH THE VARIOUS ITEMS IN THE REFRIGERATOR, coming across multiple different foods that varied from junk to healthy. I smiled when I found everything I needed for overnight oats. With frozen blueberries, plain yogurt, and milk, all I needed was to find some chia seeds and old fashioned oats. My eyes caught onto a cabinet above the refrigerator and I sighed when I realized I was too short for it.

"You're eyeing that cabinet like you want to murder it"

"Maybe I do"

I turn around, fuzzy socks making me slide a bit before I saw an amused Harry watching from the couches. A blanket covered his legs, a black hoodie on his torso, and dark curls hitting his eyes. He blew a breath to get it out of his line of sight and I chuckled softly, "Care to help?"

We had been 12 hours into a 27 hour trip from Glasgow to Stockholm and it was around 10 in the night. All the others had gone to sleep beside Harry and I, but I knew Charlotte was still awake when I could hear her phone playing videos. The both of us had sat in silence on the couch for hours, Harry writing lyrics and even taking a nap while I watched tv and went through social media.

The curly headed boy dramatically sighed and got up from the couch, stretching in the process, "I guess so"

I rolled my eyes and stepped aside, his tall figure towering over me as his arm reached up, "What am I getting?"

"Hopefully chia seeds and oats if there is some"

His hand brushed aside multiple items and I waited patiently on the side, "Aha! Here you go"

"Thank you" I drawled out, taking the ingredients from his hands and putting them down where the rest of them laid.

"What are you doing anyways?" He asked, sitting on the counter and almost falling off when the bus hit a bump.

"Overnight oats, you want some?"

"I don't know what that is, but sure"

I start to grab a plastic container from the cupboards that's big enough so that everyone can 
have some when it's done in the morning, "It's just a healthy breakfast item, you'll like it"

He jumped from the counter and took some of the items in hand, plopping a blueberry into his mouth, as he read them, "You're going to eat breakfast right now?"

"No, that's why they're called overnight oats"

"I'm not getting it"

"I can tell," I began to measure and pour things into the bowl, "Overnight meaning you make it at night, so that in the morning it's ready, hence breakfast"

"Ah, well make some for me, yeah?" He asked and I nodded, telling him I'd make some for everyone before he started to look through the refrigerator, "What do you want to eat right now?"

"You can cook?" I surprisedly asked.

"I worked in a bakery, love" I heard bottles clink together and styrofoam being shuffled around, turning slightly to look at his concentrated face.