Sherlock sighed, fighting back tears. He was sitting in his room, thinking about John.
How could he do this to me?
This was the only thing he thought, Sherlock had taken it as a date. He was thinking that John wasn't happy enough. Sherlock gave John everything. He was kind to him, he did things, nice things, that he'd never do for anyone else! Was that not enough?!
John, on the other hand, wasn't able to fight back the tears. He was standing on the couch, tears pouring from his eyes. Sherlock was taking everything the wrong way, and John couldn't convince him otherwise.
How could he not understand?
John sighed loudly, falling on his face. He tried not to scream and throw things. He wasn't a five year old, he was better than that.
Mrs Hudson knocked on the door. The only person who could open was Sherlock. John smiled slightly, hoping Sherlock would answer the door.
Of course, Sherlock answered the door, hoping John was in his own 'room'. "Sherlock!" Mrs Hudson squealed, in her usual excited tone. Her excitement seem to falter, noticing Sherlocks red eyes. "Oh, no!" She gasped, looking for John. "Wheres John?" She said, biting her lip. Sherlock shrugged, just as John walked up next to him. Mrs Hudson noticed him and sighed quietly. "Had a little domestic?" John nodded, and Sherlock looked down, noticing John.
"Sherlock.." John sighed, grabbing the cuff of his trousers. Sherlock but his lip but didn't look away. Mrs Hudson backed away slowly, giving us room.
"Please forgive me." John said, looking up into Sherlock sad, red, puffy eyes.
"John-"
"Sherlock... You know it was nothing! Please!" He yelled, tugging on what he was holding. Sherlock sighed, Scooping John up into his hands. This gave John hope, hope that Sherlock would forgive him. "I'll try..."
"Oh, Sherlock.."
"But that doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you just like that."John looked away and nodded, wishing he could just kiss Sherlock and make everything better.
But he couldn't.
It wouldn't be that easy.[I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded in two days! Life, ya know. SO! I'm thinking about writing a mystrade story. Would you read it? I'd name it 'just one try']
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A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]
FanficJohn was never noticed, of course, that was easy to understand, saying that he could fit inside your pocket. Yes, John Hamish Watson, the seven inched man. The tiniest man ever. What happens when Sherlock Holmes moves into 221B? Will he notice John...