{The Downpour in London..} ・𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

I "𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩"

Keys:
Y/n = Your Name
Y/nn = Your Nickname
H/c = Hair color
E/c = Eye color
(Not all keys will be used this chapter)

Cock-up: British slang for mistake or failure.

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 missy has completely gone mad. Kicking me out after I've just got my first lead! Ok maybe I shouldn't have used up most space in her apartment but what did she expect at first when taking me in!

   I took my suitcases with me as I planned to stop by my old landlord's place, hopefully they will take me in after my cockiness when I left..

   It was a quarter till midnight as I passed by the bar still full of people, nice to know atleast some people are having a hard time as me..

   Walking past the door it swung open and a rather disheveled man came right at me knocking me on the ground. Great, just fantastic huh. This man was completely out of it.

   I pushed him off me as I was now dirty with him. He looked faintly familiar? Was he.. Good lord he was a mess.

   Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective, sharp fellow. What the bloody hell was he doing around here?

   As I got up I felt I couldn't leave the fella outside during the night 𝐰𝐡𝐢le 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤... As much as I already had enough on my plate can't leave him alone..

   I grabbed his arm as he slumped standing about to fall, but I caught him, securing his arm around my neck. Good lord he's heavy..

...

   Moments before I enter my old landlords lobby I placed the detective on a bench, as the weight was freed I couldn't help but feel knackered...

   As I stepped into the lobby I saw Melvin's foolish smirk technically saying "already back?"

   "Surprising you lasted a week at your friends place ey? New record." He joked.

   Trying to refrain from rolling my eyes I stepped up to the desk.

   "Melvin am I able to get a room or specifically my old room back?.." I say sheepishly.

   "Of course, we never give it away since you always find yourself back here huh.."

   "Thank you Melvin! I owe you one!"

   "Maybe give this lad a date and we can call it even (y/nn)" he gave a daft wink.

   Gosh he was a dick..

   Oh right Sherlock was outside.. I went outside quickly with my cases. How can I hide his face. Can't have anyone thinking I did something bad to a famous detective...

   Grabbing a hat out of my suitcase and covering his entire face as I wrap his arm around my shoulder.

  Walking back into the lobby as Melvin just stared.

   "Sorry Mel, if you don't notice yet I'm already unavailable." I say starting to head up the stairs. I could feel Melvins eyes on me.

   Lord help me..

...

   Years later we reached apartment 4C. Fourth story, 3rd apartment.. I may have to set an appointment for a scoliosis checkup. Even worse I was back in this overpriced shithole of a apartment.

Not enough space for me to work with everything being squished together, almost.. still I needed for room to keep track of my work..

   Possibly I will regret bringing a complete famous stranger into my apartment..

   My track in thought had been interrupted by something in the corner of my eye. Walking over to my double-bed finding a letter sealed with wax in the shape of a heart. Melvin does seem the hopeless romantic type.. I tossed the note onto my table. No use in reading it.

   Staring at Sherlock and his large body scrunched into the small sofa. Sighing I dragged him to the edge of my bed.

   As my attempts to push him onto my bed each failing with his distorted balance.. there may be a chance his nose is slightly uneven..

Finally.. he was banged up to the elephant in the bed now I could finally rest on the settee. I prepared myself for a possible neck pain in the morning...

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