Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Where's Sherlock?

"may I?" I asked before John nodded and I came in. He was sitting quietly on his chair, turning pages of the newspaper, he seemed little off with me, I knew it was because of my outburst the other day.
"how was the date Melody?" he asked anyway,
I couldn't reply that I did actually sleep with Lucas, and was it, a hookup, he clarified he's not interested in relationships.
"well?" he asked again, asking me to answer.
"Sherlock was right" I admitted, "he wanted to .... he didn't want a relationship. And I actually gave in, thinking I want the same, I didn't because I... I wasn't happy with it."
"what?" he was confused.
"Marc left because I cheated on him, almost, I told him to go because I wanted to have sex with someone else and when he did, when he truly left me, I was devastated." I spilled all my beans.
"I've been there." he said all about him and his dead wife Mary, How he may have emotionally cheated on her. We both sat silently after listening to eachother's stories.
"I am sorry" I said while he nodded but then I felt like there's someone missing, there wasn't any grumpy man talking between us, the one chaotic person from whom I love to hear my name, "where's Sherlock?" I enquired after looking around.
"he's out with lestrade" he replied, I assume lestrade needs his help often then.
"ofcourse" I said and I was disappointed, I need him, I meant need to see him, talk to him, where the hell is he?
"... anyway Rosie" reminded her father. Nodding I went to the kitchen table, for I saw Rosie's colors were there, she came out from John's room and we both started drawing, finally, after a devastating previous class I offered her. Why's she so mature? she acted as if nothing happened, as if I didn't yelled at her dearest god father.
While teaching her I couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock. I waited for him to come, I waited for him to just burst into flat and start rambling about the case, I waited for him to see me and say, "Melody?" he didn't yet, he didn't appear and it was forty five minutes already, I was absent minded the whole time, I couldn't sit quietly anymore, so I got up,
"Ms Ball?" called Rosie but I couldn't answer her, I ran into the living room, straight to John watson.
"where's Sherlock?" I said and I know he could see my eyes were teary for I was about to cry and I did, tears streamed down my cheeks because of the absence of Sherlock Holmes.
"are you crying?" he asked with a little concern he couldn't help but get up and walk to me, Rosie did too, "I told you Melody, he's at work".
"please ask him to come" I asked as I let myself be vulnerable more and more.
"he's busy, he texted me" he showed me his text where Sherlock wrote, "I'll be home at eight ".
"then take me to him" I said letting myself be weak, for the first time in a while infront of a person, for that detective, for my Sherlock, "please".
Nodding John watson put on his jumper and kept rosie to Mrs Hudson he and I went out as he took me to him, Rosie had her drawing class been done in lesser time. And we stood at the entrance of Scotland yard for our detective to come out, I wiped my eyes with the assurance that he will come out from this specific door any minute and he did, the way he was stunned to see me, "Melody? John?"
"Sherlock" I ran to him, and wrapped my arms around him, he hugged me back and I let myself hug him tighter, "I'm the ... the meanest person ever Sherlock." I said weeping.
He put his hand on my back, tightly holding me, "what happened?" he enquired.
"I always hurt you, yell at you, never listen to you" I tightened my grip around him, "please don't leave me for it, I'll be better ".
"tell me what's wrong?" he asked.
Pulling away a little I said, "I... " I couldn't say it, I couldn't make myself worse infront of him anymore but I had to be truthful "slept with Lucas and realised it wasn't the way to move on, you were right".
"atleast you understand" he said with a smile cupping my cheek.
"fix me sherlock, I've always been this stupid , can you heal me? fix me?" I enquired, rather urged. He thought for a minute or two and I feared, is he opposed to the idea of helping me?
"would you be able to stay with us Melody?" he asked softly.
"yes I will" I answered smiling widely, I got more than what I asked for, "I will stay with you, need to convince my mum though".
"we'll take care of that little Melody" he said pinching my nose. And he called me little Melody, why does my name sounds good when it's him saying.
"I'm not little" I objected though, with a little pout, wow, I forgot I could pout or even like cute things, since I was lost in these adult relationships I forgot my own self, to fit in to the world of adults I lost my self which people often called "immature", "childish".
"yes you are" he smiled and so did I, "now now let's get your stuffs, after all Melody will be joining me, joining us".