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(27) 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

My train was late coming into King's Cross, and I knew the boys would have been getting ready to perform at The King's Head by that point. Luckily, I had convinced Emma to meet me off the train so I wouldn't have to find my way by myself.

I struggled through the cluster of people jamming up the space on the platform, searching for any recognisable sighting of Emma. I finally laid eyes on an ombre ponytail secured with a pink scrunchie, and I knew it was her. I pushed my way through the crowd, and put my hand on Emma's shoulder, her entire body jumping at the sudden contact.

"Oh my God, you scared me!" Emma shouted over the noise, putting her hand on her chest.

"You're so small, I couldn't see you from over there!" I shouted back, pulling her into a hug. Despite the slight tension between us lately, it was always nice to come back after a while and hug my best friend. Even though she did make me feel insignificant at times. "Why were you looking over there? The train track is here, you stupid bitch." I joked as I pulled away. She just rolled her eyes and helped me with my bags as we left the station.

We got outside, away from the noise and into the car park, when I headed in the direction of the bus stop, but Emma gripped my wrist, pulling me back towards the lines and lines of cars parked next to the station. I scrunched my eyebrows up, looking at her when she pulled out a car key.

"Since when did you have a care? I've been gone for 2 weeks." We stopped at a small red car, a bit tatty, but it did the job. Got you from A to B.

"It's not mine." She said, walking round to the driver's side and unlocking the door. She slid in, reaching over and opening the passenger side door. "I rented it." I hopped in, throwing my bag behind me into the back seats.

"Where on Earth did you get the money to rent a car?" I buckled myself in as Emma pulled out of the car park. "Last time I checked, both of us were pretty fucking skint."

"Roger gave me some money." She said without looking at me, eyes focused ahead of her on the road and other cars around us.

"Oh, did he now?" I smirked. "Some kind of sugar daddy stuff going on, Em?"

"No, he's just a good boyfriend. Brian gives you money." She said bluntly, which made me frown. We used to be able to joke about these things, but not anymore apparently. But, aside from that, I never even told Emma that Brian gave me money apart from that one time we were Christmas shopping.

I didn't look at her, I turned my head out the window. "Only when I need it..."

"And I don't?" She retorted, reaching over and putting the radio on. Guess we're just back to that now...

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet, the only form of conversation being either of us asking to change the radio station or turn the volume up and down. We soon parked up against a curb, a short walk away from The King's Head pub. I looked a mess, trying to fix my hair in the mirror.

"I'm sure he's seen you worse, come on!" Emma said almost too brightly, slipping out the car and slamming the door shut. I jumped at the loud sound of the slam, sitting in the silence before she yanked open my door. I stepped out, closing the door behind me and following an already marching Emma into the pub.

As soon as I got inside, I knew exactly what song the boys were playing. Not that I was complaining, I always liked Father to Son whenever they played it. It was a song Brian wrote; I knew that much. Come to think of it, I wasn't greatly versed in their music at that point. But then again, they were only boys and their first album hadn't even come out yet.

I followed Emma over to the bar, holding onto her hand behind her so we didn't lose each other in the crowds. As we stood, leaning against the smooth wood, I turned my head back towards the stage at the front. There was Freddie, prancing around, being his usual self, enchanting the audience with each movement. Adlibs and all, he truly gave a perfect performance each time.