Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Nine

Guess who isn't feeling like shit anymore? This girl! :D I hope you all enjoy the chapter! If you like it, please please please remember to vote and comment! It helps me a lot! Lots of love, enjoy!

"I would advise you to try the pink one, I think it would look better with the skirt." I held the small pink blouse up to the blonde girl's torso, pursing my lips as she looked down at it.

"This is probably a lot of effort for a first date, you must find this hilarious." She laughed as she looked over at the endless amount of clothes she had hung in the small dressing room.

"Not at all, every girl wants to look and feel great, and besides, I like matching clothes so I'm having fun with this!" I smiled at the unknown customer, motioning for her to turn around.

She stared at herself in the mirror as I held the blouse over her chest, grinning when a wide smile crept across her full lips, "This is perfect, I love it! You think he'll like it?"

I scanned my eyes over her body in the mirror, raising my eyebrows as I nodded, "If he doesn't, he's the problem. Besides, what boy doesn't appreciate a tight black skirt and a slutty blouse? I'll ring these up for you while you get dressed." I winked and left the dressing room as she started to strip.

Her clothes were handed to me through the door and I quickly made my way over to the register, grinning at Rose as I started scanning the girl's expensive new outfit.

"The store is doing well today, I think this is the most clothes we've sold in months." Rose spoke quietly as her eyes scanned over the many customers.

"I know, I haven't had a chance to sit down for even a minute today." I smiled happily.

I was happy for Rose, I knew she was extremely stressed about the lack of customers lately, but things were finally picking up now that the season was changing. Summer dresses and skrits filled the store and everyone is London seemed delighted at the slightly warmer weather.

"Your shift is almost over, dear. After today's hard work, I think you deserve a bubble bath and some champagne." She nudges my side, winking at me.

I shook my head, laughing as I folded the clothes neatly, placing them in a bag. I looked up, watching the blonde girl approach me from the dressing room.

"I just realized that I don't have any shoes to go with that outfit! Could you help me with that?" She smiled nervously, almost like she was too shy to ask for my help.

I smiled warmly as I placed her bag behind the counter, nodding as I made my way over to her, "Of course, we have these black, platform boots that would look really good with the skirt." We headed over to the very back of the store where we had countless amounts of different kinds of shoes. Beautiful, expensive shoes that I could only dream of owning.

I heard the bell by the door ring when it swung open, but paid no mind to it when I heard Rose greeting our new customer.

"What's your size? We also have them in a dark brown if you pref-"

"I'm just wondering if Rissa- Clarissa is here? I tried her flat but there was no one there." I heard a very familiar voice from the front of the store which caused me to stop talking, my eyes widening as I dropping to my knees behind a rack of clothes, hearing Rose stutter on her words.

Oh God, please don't tell him I'm here.

It had been over a week since the last time I saw Roger, and for that week, he tried everything in his power to see me. He showed up at my flat twice, both times I pretended that no one was home. He called me at least once a day and left voice mails asking me if everything was okay and if he could come and see me because we needed to talk. He even showed up at the store a few times, luckily I didn't have shifts any of the times he came over. Rose knew I didn't want to see him, so I believed she would tell him I wasn't here.