SUPERWHOLOCK Imagines

Imagine: Sherlock Playing For You

You sit in your apartment room crying your eyes out. Your boyfriend, John, has just broken up with you for no apparent reason. He left you heartbroken. He left you when you needed him most. You continued to cry and cry all throughout the night, not knowing what else to do.

Knock knock

You sit up on your bed and stare at your bedroom door.

"Go away." You whimper out, not wanting to talk to or see anyone.

"Let me in [y/n]." Sherlocks voice carried through the door. "I'm not leaving until you do."

You let out a sigh before getting up and unlocking the door. You scurry back to your bed and lay your face down on your pillow, not wanting Sherlock to see the tear-stained mess. You listen to the click of the door and the creak of the chair next to you. After a few moments of silence you hear Sherlock rise from the chair. Soon you hear the wonderful sound of his violin as he begins to play it gracefully.

A small smile slips on to your face as you listen to the beautiful tune. You've always smiled when Sherlock played. It was always so calming and peaceful. The violin was one of your favorite instruments and when you met Sherlock you almost fell in love with him. You would have if it wasn't for John. You had noticed how Sherlock stays distant from people, except John. While John was the first of the group to actually acknowledge you. John had asked you out on a date a few days after meeting them. That's how you ended up dating John.

You've always had a special place in your heart for Sherlock. Right now it just seems to be growing bigger and bigger with each note he plays for you. You've always liked Sherlock more than John but you would've never admitted that when you were with John. Now you're not with John though. You can begin your chase after Sherlock.

Sherlock plays the last note of the song and holds it out. You pull yourself into a sitting position and wipe the tears off of your face as Sherlock sets his violin down on the chair. He sits down next to you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. You breathe in his scent as you rest your head on his chest.

"Thank you." You whisper to him, truly grateful that you have him.

"Any time." He whispers as he plants a small kiss on the top of your head.

I love you Sherlock. You think to yourself.

I love you [Y/N]. Sherlock thinks to himself, wishing he could tell you.