Not so clever (Sherlock X Male Reader)

Who are you?

Sherlocks pov

I was walking around the park trying to clear my head after seeing that guy yesterday I kept thinking why I couldn't deduct him. All I know about him is that he is tall, just over 6 feet, and he has short wavy Y/C/H and has the best pale Y/E/C eyes. The way he smirked at me. 

Stop it Sherlock it isn't like you are going to see this man ever again. But I bet his hair is soft. NO stop.

Y/N pov

I didn't sleep last night I just laid there until the sun came up. I got up and had tea and got dressed, in black jeans, dark blue converse and a black t-shirt, I put on my grey trenchcoat and walk to the park. 

Once there a tall man was approaching me, I brushed past him. I look up to see the man from yesterday close up his eyes are a pale blue/green almost grey colour, he probably has heterochromia Iridia. 

His eyes widened, I just smirked and started running of course he chase after me. After some time he caught up to me as I turned into dark alley. He had tackled me and pinned me to a wall. I had to look up to meet his eyes as he is slightly taller than me. "Who are you?" he asked.

He just stared at me, making him frustrated as he searched my face for signs, not finding any. As I wasn't resisting he slowly let me go, not taking his eyes off of me. "Is it important?" I ask.

"Yes, yes, of course, it is important," he answered getting more frustrated the longer he looked at me. I was actually quite enjoying it. Then I noticed the sadness in his eyes.

I frowned slightly, not being used to this weird feeling that crept its way into my chest. He noticed and his look softened. "I'm sorry, can you just please tell me who you are?" 

"I'm Y/N," I answered, putting my walls back up. "And you are?"

"I'm Sherlock Holmes. I'm a high fun-"

"A high functioning sociopath yes, I already know."

"How did yo-"

"I can read you like an open book, I'm like you, except obviously better at hiding things." Now he looked intrigued. "Would y-you... like to come to my flat for...Uhm..."

"Some tea?" I finished his sentences for him as he was being a stuttering mess.

"Uh, yes, that, tea..." I smiled slightly at his awkwardness. It's a bit cute. No. No. No. I have just met this man properly today I can't think of him like that.