It was morning and Hazel was getting ready, she looked at herself closely and admire herself,
Writing books about self-love, woman's privileges and rights, love stories and self-help. Maybe she was too busy that she never noticed herself in those two years.
"Come on who wouldn't fall for me, ok Hazel stop joking let's go" she reminded herself
She ran downstairs to see Sherlock standing, observing her house
Sherlock's perspective
I looked around the mesmerising house, anyone could notice how neat this heartthrob writer was.
I
thought, looking ahead I saw her walking or in other words, running downstairs
I couldn't take my eyes off her, I was just lost in looking at her
lost in my thought, I didn't notice her reaching the ground floor where I was standing,
She snapped her fingers in front of me
"Hello, Sherlock, ?!" She said waving her hand in front of me
"Oh, yeah you were saying something," I said
"Just say hon, I am too beautiful for you to handle," she said laughing, walking out of the house
Now I see why Enola likes her this much.
I laughed and walked out too
REACHING THE TRAN STATION Sherlock grabbed a newspaper from one of the sellers as I got the tickets
We both walked into our cab in and made ourselves comfortable
"Look at this, two boys jumped out of the train, and the incident happened as both were being chased by a Man with a bowler hat," Sherlock said raising an eyebrow
"Weird, by the way, it may be Lord Tewkesbury, you've heard of it right" Sherlock continued
"Yes, I did, it's kind of disturbing why would a man from a good family want to run away"
"Correction, Boy he is a boy he is not a man alright, " Sherlock said hastily and seemed a bit I don't know jealous?!
"Yeah yeah boy," I said now laying down
"How long till we reach," I asked
"2 hours or maybe longer"
"Ok I'm gonna sleep, don't wake me up I may tell you it will be a massive mistake of yours," I said and started to doze off
After a while
I raised my head to see Hazel sleeping peacefully
I smiled moving a little closer to her, moving her raven hair away from her face I admired her long black lashes, smooth and delicate skin and pink fluffy cheeks which were adorable
I kept admiring her till there was a knock on the window
I looked towards the window of the door as the officer was standing probably reached London, have we
I started to wake Hazel up as she moved away, I felt as if someone held my hand tightly, just to see Gazels tiny hands gripping mine. I smiled at the sight
"Hey wake up," I said and shook her a little
"Hmmm, ok calm down I'm up," she said sitting up with her hair all over her face

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RomanceHazel Edwards was an educated and powerful woman. a creative and imaginable writer was hence a little detective herself. interested in the arts of the world she found exploring delightful. A close friend much more a family to the youngest holmes she...