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

II "𝐲𝐨𝐮.."

1st person

    I heard a loud thump, I sat up too quickly and heard my neck pop definitely sore.. as I looked around the room I saw that the detective was sleeping peacefully in my bed while I had to sleep in the shitty small settee.

   What was that noise..

Wait...

   What the fuck am I going to do?!

   A detective is in your room with a hangover and he's in a strangers apartment..

   What if I leave.. nah he would definitely going to snoop around..

   Stay out on the couch and pretend you are sound asleep? The better choice atleast.. maybe..

   I heard the sheets rustling as I got back into the uncomfortable sleeping position on the settee.

   I listened carefully for foot steps as I possibly heard them going towards the door opening and shutting.. as soon as I was sure I was in the clear I got up and rubbed the back of my neck again only to meet with fumbled grey eyes. Taken aback I fell out of the settee.

   "For fucks sake.." I say under my breath.

   "Care to explain what I'm doing in I believe your apartment miss?.."

   "(Y/ln), also it's not what you probably think it is-"

   "Continue.."

   "You see I saw you thrown out of a bar last night and you looked not so sober.."

   "So you take drunk men into your apartment?.." He said with a straight face but a sarcastic tone.

   "I was simply being a good moral person, since the streets at night aren't safe alone." I stated right after him.

   "Hm.. thank you.. I shall take my leave now." He said exiting, leaving the door open.

   That's it?-

   Yes, I was expecting something more like "I shall find a way to return the favor!" Or something along those lines...

"Who knew famous people are self-centered.." I said muttering whole closeing the door.

...

1st person of Sherlock Holmes

...

Her name felt familiar..

As I left her apartment with the door wide open, I was in a rush but then I heard her murmuring clearly as she shut the door.

"...famous.. self-centered.."

Not only is she not that logically smart but has a smart mouth..

Enola would be visiting me, I suppose catching up, since her new upbringing in her business has now started to get some recognition.

Certainly need to get all distractions out of the way just for today, for Enola...

. . .

1st person
Your pov

  As I finished arranging washing my bedsheets, something felt.. odd.. shit I have a very special meeting with someone who is willing to hire me or atleast accordingly to them, I would have a flat and a flat mate.

    While I had been ignoring Missy and her request that I leave soon, I guess she took matters into her own hands. At least she didn't just kick me out into the streets without help.