Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 9

You've never ran so fast in your life.
The adrenaline rush was heavy as breathe less giggles slip past your lips.
The others were unaware yet you assumed they'd become familiar with your reaccuring absence. 

Though, this time instead of sneaking of to some pub or market you chose something not exactly local. A train. Why exactly were you running again ? Well, not only had you snuck out of the manor but you also decided to sneak onto the train....without ever purchasing a ticket.

All was going well until a member of staff caught on, how exactly you were sure nor did you care as the further you got away into another cart the slower the man was and failed to catch up to you.
Briefly looking back you saw the humorous sight of the old man hunched over, failing to catch his breath.

Oh how you wished you knew beforehand that you would share a similar fate.
Still looking back you fail to realize that maybe just maybe you were not the only person possibly in the one carriage.
It was then did you slam into someone's chest, squinting your eyes shut in shock and slight embarrassment.

"In a hurry ?" An unfamiliar voice spoke out. A voice that belonged to the chest your cheek was still pressed against.
A gasp escapes your lips as you step back finally looking up to see who exactly you practically ran into...hopefully not another staff member.

He wasn't though. The man you ran into stood tall and yet not having even responded to him you could tell he also stood with great confidence. You liked it.
Maybe because he looked rather casual along with his dark hair back into a ponytail with strands hanging over his forehead.

"I suppose." You shrug, noticing a certain light in his evidently dark eyes.
He looks over your shoulder and back at you almost as if he guessed what has occurred. A slight smirk blatantly obvious on his lips.

"So where exactly are you off to if you don't mind me asking ?" The young man asks, swiftly taking out a cigarette from his pocket along with a matchstick.
Your eyes widen at the sight.
If you weren't going to be caught now you definitely were.

"Want one ?" He asks, the matchstick still in his hand, his cigarette between his lips remains unlit.

"Where are you off to ?" You instead pursue, raising a hand to state your unwillingness to smoke.

"Don't like having to answer first ?" He chuckles without hesitating to light his cigarette. "London." He confirms.
"Then I'm off to London." You nod, a playful yet relaxed grin on your face as his face practically lights up at your words.
"Just looking for a bit of fun." You bite your lip in uncertainty. Your fingernails practically begging to be picked at with the sudden anxiousness.
"Do you know where I'll find it ?" You wonder.
"Escaping boredom ?" He raises a brow.
"I'll show you the way." The smirk returns to his lips, now certain to never leave.

"Your landlady must hate you !" You laugh before scoffing down your drink, he too soon follows your action.
"Ms Hudson has her ways of showing her displeasure of me."

The atmosphere in the pub was so not like the pub near the Moriarty's manor.
This one that had people cheering and laughing together looking so free.
Time was flying by so fast not only was it getting dark outside but for one brief moment you forgot that you were in the literal past.

"I must confess I find it rather odd that I haven't learnt your name yet." He places his drink down his finger swirls inside the glass. It was really only then did you notice the unusual skull ring on his index finger.
"y/n." You realise that during this whole time since the early morning on the train, you didn't share your name with this man.
Nor did he. "Just y/n." You don't hesitate to take a sip from your seemingly never ending drink.