A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

A week had gone

Johns eyes widen when he say Sherlock, betting that Sherlock thought of everything the wrong way.

"What the bloodly hell are you doing with him?!" Sherlock yelled, pushing John against the wall. John whinced, and avoided Sherlocks eyes. "It's not what it looks like, he-" Sherlock cut him off. "Sure, that what they all say- said.." Sherlock looked away from John, biting his lip. Tears filled Johns eyes. "He asked me to come, I- I don't know why, I didn't see it as anything else than a meeting together." Sherlocks eyes snapped towards John, fury in his eyes. John looked into his eyes, trying to find a hint of love or understanding. John almost sighed in relief, seeing some fury leave his eyes. Keyword; Almost.

Sherlock sighed and pressed his lips against Johns, roughly and with anger. When he separated his lips from Johns and turned. "I won't be home for a while." With that, Sherlock walked away, his destination not known by John.

-A WEEK LATER-
[sorry for big time skip]

A week had gone by, and John was freaking out. Sherlock had basically vanished from the face of the earth. No calls, no letters, no texts, no news.
The bed so cold and empty without Sherlock, the house silent without Sherlocks loud sighs of boredom.

John was missing everything about Sherlock. The sound of his deep, sweet voice. The rhythmic beat of his heart when John laid his head on Sherlocks chest. Even the way he looks after waking up. His smell, his eyes, his hair. God, John loved his hair.

John was broken from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He jumped up quickly to answer the door. He opened the door and gasped, grabbing the man in front of him. It was Sherlock, Sherlock was back! It took John a few moments to realize the state Sherlock was in. Sherlocks hair was messy looking and unwashed. His normally bright, and beautiful eyes were dull, and empty. He seemed as if he hadn't taken a shower in days, his clothes were the same as when he left.

"Sherlock!" John gasped, taking him in. "John...." Sherlock 'replied', his voice raspy. "Where were you?!" John shouted, placing his hands on Sherlocks cheeks. Sherlock looked away, letting out a breath.

When John realized that Sherlock wasn't going to answer, he sighed. "Fine, Sherlock, you're going for a shower." Sherlock pouted but didn't say no, letting John take care of him

-LATER THAT DAY-

Sherlock hadn't said much that day, just nodding or replying with a small 'yes' or 'no'. It was started to bother John, he knew what Sherlock thought, and he wish Sherlock didn't think that. John wasn't sure is Sherlock still loved him, and it scared Sherlock.

But Sherlock loved John.

[hi! Not the longest chapter, but not the shortest either. Hope you enjoyed! Oh! And I was wondering, should I write a mystrade fanfic? I've noticed that there are not much, and I ship it pretty hard XD say in the comments if I should or shouldn't]