Calling All Boys (Queen)

Lyra.

Freddie's P.O.V.

The food that Matthew had given to me was delicious and we had both eaten up quickly, yet we were still walking in the dark, through unlit back streets that seemed to lead to nowhere in particular...I was still a little suspicious.

"Are you going to tell me where the fuck you're taking me, or am I going to have to try and run away from you?" I asked cheekily, eyeing up his long legs and sporty figure, if I did have to run, I would have no chance in getting away from him by the looks of things...that, and I really wasn't much of a runner.

He smiled a little, looking me in the eye, "We're almost there."

We had been walking uphill for what seemed like a fucking millennium and my legs were aching already, I thought we were going to have an evening in a club...not go on some kind of bloody hike.

"Almost where? My grave?" I asked, sarcastically.

Matthew stopped, sighing playfully, he bent down a tiny bit so his eyes were level with mine, I hated that, I liked to be the dominant one, not the small, weak one.

"Do you ever stop asking questions?" He smiled, a beautiful smile at that, before carrying on walking.

I thought about his question for a second...no. Not really. I did question everything. Myself. Life. Roger. Deaky. Brian. Music. Everything.

Life was just one big uncertainty that needed to be questioned...the problem was, I didn't always get the answers I was looking for.

"This way." He called as I had fallen back a little, he was fighting his way through some trees, everything looked very overgrown, I was not an outdoors person, the single thought of having to wade my way through nature wasn't turning me on.

"Are you serious..." I whispered under my breath as I began to push sharp branches away from me, my beautiful shoes were getting dirty.
"If these twigs rip my fucking jacket-!" I began, but Matthew cut me off.

"Then I'll sew it back up for you." He stated, shutting me right up.

"Sew it? Ouch..." I questioned, just as a branch swung back at me and hit me in the stomach, admittedly, making me chuckle a little.

"You never asked what I did for a living, Freddie. I think because you saw me in the shop today...you just think I'm a retail assistant...am I right?" He quizzed, turning around and pausing in front of me with a half smile tugging at his lips.

I nodded silently.

He nodded his head, smiling and turned back around again, carrying on walking, "I'm a designer. The shop you were in today? That's my shop. Where I sell my designs. Those jeans you bought today? Those are my creation." He turned around once again, his smile growing as soon as he saw my shocked expression.

"Yours? Daring, I'm so sorry. I had no idea, how ignorant of me...but that's amazing, truly!" I grinned.

He smiled bashfully, "Yeah...it's alright I guess. Business hasn't been great this past year, but..." he finished that sentence off with a cheeky tone.

"Go on..." I pushed.

"I don't know...maybe a photo gets leaked of Freddie Mercury wearing the jeans that I designed...that could make business boom again." He was red faced and embarrassed.

I looked up at him with slanted eyes, was he using me? Surely not? I mean, what was a photo in those jeans...it was really nothing and if it was going to help him out business wise then I was happy to help, I suppose...