Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

The rich dinner

So to my surprise after sending a single "hi" to Jacob he asked me out. And the greedy me that I am agreed, wonder why I described myself like that? yet for some reason Jacob didn't seem right. Is this what you call sixth sense? perhaps. The date though went well, he took me to a fancy restaurant, a rather expensive one and even brought me gifts, an expensive chocolate box and roses. After the date I looked at my watch and tension creeped up on me. I was late, I never stay out for that late, to make my situation worse I found out I have 14 missed calls on my phone, all from Sherlock. He doesn't like calling but he calls me if I'm even one second late in my reply.
Sitting in Jacob's expensive mercedes I called Sherlock and all he responded after receiving it was,
"come home right now" there was definitely anger and frustration in his voice. Jacob dropped me infront of 221b and there he was, Sherlock Holmes at the window as I saw from the pavement. As I entered the flat and everyone was quiet.
"sorry for being late" I said putting off my coat.
"had a rich, fancy dinner?" enquired Sherlock, emphasizing the word 'rich' with mockery.
"it was..." he didn't let me say and kept on rambling,
"expensive gifts I see, ride in a mercedes, perfect future you saw didn't you?" was he mocking? cause he wasn't happy about jacob and me at all, "guess we couldn't give you a car, or those fancy dinners so you had to ..."
"stop it" it was enough of what he said, he thinks that I'm a gold digger, "just stop it".
"oh?" he continued, "now Melody doesn't even like to hear my voice does she?"
"what do you want?" I wanted to know what is that he wanted from me? why's he making fun of me dating Jacob?
"what do you want?" he said, "you're hanging out with my client".
"am I not supposed to?" i asked crossing my arm, "if not then why did you give me his number."
"it was meant for you" was his reply.
"then what's wrong into going out with him?".
Sherlock was silent, neither he nor I knew why it felt wrong, it just didn't feel right, Jacob gave me everything, still wasn't enough, and Sherlock, I think too tried to get a reason for why he thinks it's wrong. We both stared at eachother like idiots. Until I finally felt a drop of tear rolling down, again, overwhelmed by what happened previous night,
"you..." I said finally letting myself cry, "you... bloody you".
"Melody?" Sherlock's anger as if melted, he was nervous seeing me like that, "gosh Melody stop crying, what's wrong?" he said cupping my cheek as his thumb wiped a tear of my face.
"you..." I couldn't speak past this, I was crying like a baby.
He continued, "oh Melody, did he do something to you? tell me I'll show him..."
"no" I interrupted the detective's weird assumptions, after finally gaining control to speak, "you did".
An utter confusion spread accross his face, "what have I done?"
"you" I groaned in frustration, "you idiot, you slept yesterday facing the other side not me". I wonder how awful my expression looked, red eyes from crying and frustration mixed up, still Sherlock stared at me,"you didn't meet me in the morning, you didn't talk to me quite normally since Jacob came yesterday" and as usual I cried like a baby.
"Melody I..." he wanted to say something but he didn't.
"you rebuked me" I said before he could form a reply.
"you're right" he replied coming towards me a little, "I wonder why I am behaving like that since yesterday" he said, his eyes never left mine, he looked at me without blinking.
"stop it now" I said being a bit grumpy, "you rebuked me, you don't care about me, you..." I could barely hold back my tears, the last thing I want is Sherlock hurting me. Gosh why am I like this? what happened to me?
"Melody" saying so he came closer to me and embraced me, I held him tightly while crying too, I could see his blazer getting wet but who cares of that bloody fabric. We sat embracing eachother where we stood, at the entrance.
"I'm sorry, I won't ever scold you again" Sherlock said caressing my back to calm me down, "I'm sorry for my behaviour, I don't know what I was thinking". He himself couldn't explain what's wrong and neither could I.
"I need" I said trying to calm myself down and wiping my tears, "water".
"absolutely" he said getting up and in a minute he brought a glass of water to me.
I drank it while he explained, "I'm sorry, I was just worried about you perhaps, ofcourse you can.." he hesitated visibly, "you... you know... Jacob and you..." he inhaled a deep breath, "you two can date, ofcourse."
"okay" I said putting the glass down.
"I'll never scold you or ignore you" he said wiping remaining tears of my face, "and I'll sleep facing you every night okay?"
I nodded at this. No matter how childish it was, yet it was nice, to know that Sherlock is watching over at me, even when he's sleeping.
"you hurt her?" asked Rosie coming out of John's room, perhaps she heard everything.
"no" I said, Sherlock just acted weirdly, he didn't hurt me right? "he didn't Rosie".
"you're crying" she pointed out.
"I promise I'll never be the cause of her tears again" replied Sherlock when I was searching for words.
"I promise you Melody" he promised to me.
"I'm sleepy, will you cuddle?" my question even made that little girl laugh out loud along her god father.
"sure" he agreed, "go and change, I'll wait for john, once he comes from Scotland yard I'll come okay?".
With that Sherlock sat in his chair waiting for John. Rosie and I played a little board games until John came. His entrance today filled me with joy, it meant the wait is over, my detective is coming to cuddle me.