Your John but only sorta
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You giggles and trailed behind Sherlock. He'd picked you up from a bar less than five minutes ago and was steadily leading you home.
"But Sheeeerrrrloooocccckkk," you whined, brushing your hair out of your eyes. he turned around and for a second you thought he might actually scold you. Instead he hoisted you over his shoulder and you laughed while he continued walking through the London streets. No one was out to catch Sherlock's smile as your laughter echoed around empty London.
Sherlock set you down on the doorstep and was about to knock on the door when you asked where you were.
"Your house, (Y/N). The one you share with Miles." You made a face and shook your head.
"Uh uh, 221B Baker Street please." You said it like you would say it to a cabbie. He shook his head and knocked. Miles opened the door sleepily, you realized it must have been past three am and he would have gone to sleep by then.
"Sherlock?" He glanced at you screeching to go to Baker Street and he sighed.
"Take her to Baker Street. I'll come get her in the morning," he said, shutting the door. You could hear him still standing behind it. You knew he'd be frowning. For whatever reason you didn't care anymore.
The next morning you woke up with such a pounding headache that you could barely get up on your own. Sherlock was sitting on his couch squinting at your armchair. You made yourself a cup of coffee that to much to long and then drank the whole thing in a few seconds. There was a knock on the door downstairs and at the same time the phone rang. Sherlock reached for the phone and you moved to get the door. When you opened it you shielded your eyes from the sun and squinted. Miles was standing outside with a suitcase. A suitcase that was yours.
"What are you-"
"I did a lot of thinking yesterday after you were screaming to go home to here. I realized you didn't need me at all. You just needed someone. That someone is Sherlock and before you argue with me or say a word, answer me a few questions. Just three of them." You nodded, frowning.
"If a cabbie asked where you needed to go and you were drunk, what would you say?" You wanted to reply the answer that would make Miles happy, but you knew that wasn't true.
"Baker Street."
"If you were hurt and alone who would you call first?" You knew the correct answered would be Miles, he was a doctor, but you'd call Sherlock first then him.
"Sherlock."
"Last question. Who do you love more?" You tried very hard not to start crying, which you accomplished, but Miles carried your case through the doorway and hugged you lightly.
"I'm sorry that I'm not Sherlock, but I think you should tell him," he whispered, walking out and closing the door behind him. You stared up the stairs and sighed, picking up your suitcase and carrying it up to your room.
"(Y/N)? I thought you'd gone home," Mrs. Hudson said.
"This is home." She noticed your case and sighed, rubbing your shoulder.
"It's for the best, love." You nodded and sat down on your bed, staring at the wall. You heard Sherlock leave for a case and you went downstairs. To keep your mind off that was going on, you cleaned, scrubbing the sink and rearranging the kitchen until Sherlock came home.
"(Y/N), didn't you go home with Miles?" He asked. You shook your head and walked towards him.
"I very recently decided I didn't really need Miles. I needed you." He stood there looking very confused. You continued to walk towards him until you were right in front of him.
"Two years is longer than you'd think, Sherlock." Once you said this, you leaned forward and kissed him. He didn't seem to expect it, but his arm wound around your waist all the same.
"Oh! Finally!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, quickly walking downstairs when you both glared.
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Hope you liked. sorry it's a bit late, I had a game last night and I had something due. EVERYONE GO READ MY OTP PROMPTS their basically any otp that I've heard of they can be whatever you want them to be. Thanks you guys are the best
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