Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Twenty

It was around eight in the morning when I felt Roger's weight shift next to me, my back turned to him as I still had my eyes wide open. The entire scene playing itself in my head over and over, and never stopping.

I felt him stand up from the bed and watched as he shifted around the room quietly, unaware that I was wide awake. He pulled his tight black trousers up his legs, and didn't bother putting on a shirt as he snatched his nightgown from my side of the bed. I wonder if he noticed that it hadn't been where he had taken it off the night before. He pulled it over his shoulders, letting it hang open as he pulled a hand through his golden hair before approaching his door.

I waited until the door shut behind him before I turned to lay flat on my back, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

I remembered how I avoided him for a week, all because of a kiss that hardly meant anything. How long would I avoid Freddie for? I think this calls for an entire year of never showing my face in all of London. I would move to Ireland and only return once I had forgotten what any of them even looked like.

Maybe, if I got up right now, I could slip out of their flat and stay with my dad until I could arrange my escape.

I shut my eyes, laughing at myself as I smacked my palm across my forehead. There was no escaping this. I couldn't escape my own thoughts, and I knew that the night would be on my mind forever.

What had made me change my mind? Would I have gone through with it if it had happened any other time? If Freddie hadn't been sharing so much with me and spoken to me with such curiosity in his soft voice, would I have had my tea and gone to bed?

The circumstances were different this time around. Freddie wasn't drunk, he did it all with an open mind, and he wasn't with Mary anymore. He was kind, and I knew that he would never tell a soul.

Was I allowed to run up to Veronica and give her every single detail? I didn't think so, he said no one could know, possibly because he was trying to protect his friendship with Roger? I don't know.

I shifted uncomfortably, I had been laying in the same spot for hours and I desperately needed to stretch my legs. I threw the covers of Roger's bed from my warm body and stood up, quickly changing into my clothes from the night before, tossing Roger's clothes on a pile of dirty laundry.

I had to mentally prepare myself to leave his room as I stood in front of his door, and that's when I heard their front door shut loudly.

"Oh, I thought you were still in your bedroom." I heard Roger speak, quickly pressing my ear up against the door in an attempt to hear what was going on.

"No, I went to Mary's to grab some of my things." I heard Freddie speak quietly, the two of them shifting around the living room.

"I heard you and Rissa last night." Roger admitted, and it was at the stage that my entire body was pressed against the door, my eyes growing wide.

Surely you can't hear anything that's happening on the balcony from in here? What?

"What?" Freddie must've been just as taken aback as I was.

"Yeah, I heard you in the kitchen, what were you two getting up to for fourty five minutes?" Nothing happened in the kitchen, please just tell me that he stayed in their flat for that entire time.

"Oh, uh, yeah I was making tea and she said she wasn't feeling well. We had tea and spoke about tonight's show and then she had a cigarette on the balcony and I went out with her before heading over to Mary's." Freddie was such a good liar, he spoke so smoothly that even I believed that he was telling the truth, for a second.