Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Three

"What are you looking for, dear?" Rose, the old lady that I worked for, asked as she walked up to me.

I glanced down at the price tag of the nice pair of black silky pants, cringing as I turned to her.

"I'm in desperate need of some new clothes. I feel like everything in my wardrobe is ancient." I grumbled and moved on to the next pair.

"Special occasion?"

"Kinda." I turned to face her, gesturing towards my legs. "I have a thing tonight and God only knows I can't go to it looking like this."

She laughed, reaching around me for the pants I had just looked at. She checked the price tag, raising her eyebrows.

"I didn't know we owned anything this expensive." She held them to my legs, nodding to herself, "Borrow these for the night."

I took a step back and shook my head, "I couldn't do that, with my luck I'll end up ripping them or sitting in a puddle of red wine."

She rolled her eyes, walking to the register and grabbed a small bag, stuffing them inside before placing the bag next to my coat.

"You can give them back on Monday, please try to avoid puddles of red wine." I smiled at her, shaking my head.

"You're honestly too good to me. I promise I'll take good care of them." I reached for a slight see-through, red blouse, smirking when I checked the price

"Now this I can afford."

"Fancy outfit. Do you have a date? I want to meet the boy before I allow you to do anything drastic." She really was like a mum, a very sweet, generous mum.

"You've met him. I believe you helped me clean his vomit from the floor just last week." Her eyes widened as she seemed to recall a messy, hungover Roger clutching his stomach before dropping to his knees right by the door.

"You're going on a date with that boy? I do not approve-"

"It's not a date. He's in a band and they're having a concert, a small one. I'd like to look nice for it. You never know who might be in the crowd." I shrugged, joining her at the register, quickly scanning my blouse as I reached for the money in my jacket.

"Remember to take 25% off." She sat down and I smiled, completing my payment before sitting down next to her.

"How are things with your parents?"

I shrugged, scratching at the back of my head. I hadn't heard from my dad in some time.

"Last I heard dad was doing well. He's keeping himself busy. Cruella is still alive and kicking, unfortunately." I grumbled as I pictured my step mom's face.

Oh, how I would just love to kick her in the nose. She truly deserved it. She was like a 12 year old stuck in the body of a 60 year old. I was far from mature, but I certainly was the grown up between the two of us.

"Just keep your side clean with Estelle. What do they say? Kill them with kindness." She pat my shoulder lightly and I huffed.

"Or arsenic."

...

Tim was here again and this time we were actually on time. The venue was a lot closer to my flat than their previous one and I made sure to show up at least half an hour before they would officially start.

I was more comfortable with Tim this time around. We were both sitting at the bar and sipping on our drinks while we waited for the boys to come on. We only had a few minutes left before we would have to squeeze through the crowed of about 200 people to get to the front.