Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

New surrounding

So, convincing my mum was a piece of cake and I still wonder if she too relied on them with me. She does perhaps.
"oh gosh" exclaimed John, because in the midst of all these we forgot a huge matter. There were only two bedrooms, so...
"I should've thought about it" I replied, waiting for any of them to say something, it was an awkward moment.
"it's okay we can manage it" Sherlock said keeping my bags down, "how about..." he trailed off thinking , "no that won't work".
We sat at the kitchen table thinking about the matter, "I can stay at the flat infront of yours you know." I offered but I didn't want that, I want my chaotic detective and his mate with me, oh yes and Rosie too.
"no because then you'll have to either pay the full rent or hire a roommate" said Sherlock and with me being utterly unemployed it was impossible to pay the full rent.
"let's do one thing then" I suggested, "I've applied for a few jobs, I may get any of them, until that we can manage here."
The idea seemed approving, as their expression clarified with my job I'll be able to pay full rent of the flat infront, I can shift then.
"till then..." said John a little hesitatingly, "Rosie and I share my room so..."
Oh I know where he's going and why do I even like this absolutely ridiculous idea?
"you mean John..." said Sherlock, "I don't have any problem if... if.." he looked at me, "if Melody agrees".
"to share your room?" I enquired innocently, even though I was excited to be in the room which has my doodle hanged on the wall.
"I know it's quite un -"
"I agree" I agreed before we came up with some other idea, because I loved this one. With a nod it was all decided and we moved our things to my ... I mean our room.
"make yourself at home Melody, I mean it's your from now on anyway" he said with a sweet smile before leaving the room and I observed the room for quite some time, taking in the new surrounding I'll be in, and yes my doodle too. As I was inspecting everything there. Yet after some time I was almost startled by a voice saying, "you are gonna stay here?"
I turned to find Rosie back from school, and all excited to find me there.
"yes I will" I replied, she gave a look before saying,
"does that mean?" I wonder what she meant... I may have guessed a bit but it wasn't the case isn't it? She meant something related to Sherlock I'm sure of it.
"it means drawing class, everyday" I said with a giggle and she laughed at it too. We both joined for our lunch and through the day I just unpacked my things, until dinner, I enjoyed it, perhaps a new experience of me knowing the world a little better with these two men wouldn't be that bad, innit?
At night I came back to my room, taking out the book that was my current read after calling my mum to inform her, I am fine.
"do you usually read before bed?" Sherlock asked coming in.
"yes sometimes, easy to drift off you know" he entered and closed the door, to my surprised I wasn't even one percent uncomfortable around him.
"if you..." he seemed a bit hesitant, "if you want then I can sleep on the floor".
"what absolutely not" what a ridiculous idea this detective had, "I don't mind sharing a bed with you, this is a big one".
He smiled, yet he was unsure, so to make the situation a little comfortable I asked,
"choose a side now".
"ladies first" he suggested and I inspected the bed properly.
"the left side" I chose and jumped on the fluffy mattress. I opened by book and heard a deep chuckle coming from Sherlock. He sat beside me wrapped us both with a blanket.
"Oooo it's so cozy" I said snuggling into it.
Sherlock never stopped smiling for once, he just stared at me with amusement in his eyes and smiled.
"what?" I asked now turning the page I intended to read.
"have you always been this cute?" he asked.
"you didn't think I am cute before?" it was surprising, yet not, a ball of anger is never cute, and that's what I am, "I don't blame you, I am bit..." I trailed off, because I didn't want to utter the words that I think about myself.
"you've always been sweet, that's why I... we cared" replied Sherlock, I nodded before starting to read.
"you may think you're not good enough -" he was saying while I interrupted,
"I'm not good enough" and he stared at me with furrowed brows, "I'm angry, jealous, disloyal and all that... just one thing about me is good perhaps that I can draw" my eyes kept on reading the lines, or tried to.
"I never thought you're any of these, but yes you don't know how to control your emotions" Sherlock saying this is justifying, he understands emotions no matter what he says, he just knows how to control it and I didn't, "you'll learn, don't worry about it".
"how could you be this kind to me, I am... who am I to you?" I couldn't help but ask him, keeping my book aside, who am I to him that he cares so much about me, I got up from the bed.
"you're important, you're you that's all I can say and I care for you" he said cupping my cheek with one hand and unknowingly I leaned on his palm, "for now just know, now that I've held your hand I'm not intending to let it go".
His words were assuring, genuine, and I trusted them, he didn't need to think twice.
"let us sleep now then" I suggested.
"sure, we've had a long day, all of us" he replied as we laid down, he placed the blanket over us as we snuggled under it.
"good night Melody" he murmured.
"nighty night Sherlock" and with that I must've drifted off for when I woke up I heard him and John and Rosie talking in the kitchen.
"No I said sandwiches" came in Rosie's voice.
"but I made tea" said Sherlock.
"which has a finger in it" replied John, "and Rosie eat the cereal right now".
Shaking my head I got off of the bed, texting my mum "morning" and as her reply came, "good morning" I went out with my phone to them, my roommates, my people, my friends, with whom I'll be sharing a few weeks, perhaps a month or two, guess it's gonna be epic.