Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Nineteen

I don't know what woke me up during the night. It could've been Roger snoring away in my ear, it could've been the sound of kitchenware being tossed around in the kitchen, but I think it might've been the feeling of a warm substance rising in my throat. The moment I sat up in Roger's bed, the feeling seemed to subside, but as soon as I laid back down, it came up again.

Oh no, I never wanted the blue juice ever again. This did not feel okay.

I got up from Roger's bed and glanced at the clock that stood on his bedside table. It was 02:45 in the morning, and I felt like death was calling me. The sound of someone in the kitchen still carried on, and I knew that it could only be one other person, since Roger was sound asleep. He didn't even stir when I walked around his bed and grabbed a blue nightgown from his floor.

He was so skinny, the shirt that he let me sleep in didn't even hang loosely on me. It was at this moment, while I was tying the gown around myself, that I remembered the day my step mum told me that I had to buy bigger clothes, because, unfortunately, I no longer was the same small size I used to be in highschool. I knew that it was ridiculous, because in highschool, I counted every single thing that went into my mouth, and my obsession with my weight only ever made me feel horrible whenever I would eat something that I really enjoyed.

I sighed and shook my head, leaving his room quietly before closing the door behind me. I walked out into Roger and Freddie's living room, and when I peeked through the door that led to the kitchen, Freddie was standing by the kettle, his elbows on the counter as his head rested in his hands.

"Freddie." I called quietly, taking a step inside when he stood up straight and turned towards me.

"Hey, are you okay?" He seemed sleepy, I wondered if he had just woken up too.

"I'm not feeling too good. I think the blue shit has something to do with it." I spoke, my voice laced with sleep as I walked up to sit on a chair around their small coffee table.

"Yeah, I can imagine. I only had a quarter of it and I feel like death. I can't imagine how you must be feeling right now, being a lightweight and all. Have you thrown up?" I watched as he reached into the cupboard above the kettle and held a cup up towards me.

"What you making?"

"Tea." He replied softly and I nodded.

"I haven't thrown up, but it's only a matter of time." I groaned and folded my arms across the table, resting my face on top of them.

"I'm going to add honey and lemon to your tea. It usually makes me feel a little better. It's refreshing, and I bet that's exactly what you need." He spoke softly. "Is Roger still awake?"

"No, and I don't think he will be for a very long time." I lifted my head again and watched as Freddie turned around and placed my cup in front of me, before he took a seat opposite me.

"Thank you. Is Maj still here?" I looked down at my cup, not really wanting to know if his girl of the night was asleep in his bed.

"No, I told her to leave. I couldn't do it." He shrugged and sipped from his cup.

"Couldn't do what?" I frowned.

"It... You know, what I brought her here for?" I frowned at him, shaking my head. "My God, Clara. Sex, I couldn't have sex with her and told her to leave."

"What do you mean you couldn't? Isn't it harder to ask her to leave than to do... It?" I still frowned at him, not understanding his complicated way of doing things.

"Well, was it harder for you to say no to me than it would've been to go further?" Oh, no. I didn't want to talk about this right now, but he was being open, he acted like it never happened for eighty percent of the time, and this time he wasn't.