"Happy birthday John."
"Happy birthday mate."
"Sorry I'm late. John, Happy birthday."
"Thank you. All of you." John answered.
John scanned the room looking at all of the guests and what they were doing.
Greg was drinking some wine.
Mycroft was eating a third piece of cake.
Molly was talking with Mrs. Hudson.
Sherlock was standing in the corner staring out the window.
It was a rainy day. Not even the slightest sign of the downpour stopping and yet Sherlock decided to take the opportunity to stare into the groggy afternoon. John walked away from Molly and her dull story about her new boyfriend. He softly walked to Sherlock.
"Why are you looking outside? It's raining."
"I realized it's raining. I'm being, as you sometimes call me, 'anti-social.'"
"Come and eat some cake Sherlock."
Sherlock looked at John. His beautiful eyes made the rain outside look like an inviting shower compared to the crashing of every wave in Sherlock's iris. His chocolate curls were flipped in a way that made them look like a think forest of dark oak trees. His cheekbones were defined so well that they reminded John of rolling hills and valleys. This man in front of John was so beautiful in that moment he didn't realize he was staring. Or the fact that Sherlock was talking. The Man Of Many Places was explaining one hundred reasons why he was being anti-social. He was on thirty-seven when John snapped out of it.
"Ok Sherlock. I get it."
"I may as well keep going. I only have sixty-three more."
"No that's not needed."
"In that case I shall return to my thinking."
"Right. Mind palace."
"Precisely John."
John walked away from his flatmate and returned to the party. Mycroft was attempting to be discrete while putting a fourth piece of cake on his plate.
After a few hours, everyone went home, leaving John to his thoughts. He stayed awake for a long time thinking about why he felt...something when he looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock was in his room messing with a small box. He snatched his phone off of the table near his bed and went to his pictures. Out of all the pictures, he went to one he stole of John when he wasn't looking.
"John, if only you knew." He whispered to himself.
"Happy Birthday Love."
