Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Jacob Collins issue

"it was the easiest" Rosie and I heard John's voice saying this from behind the closed door, sharing a laughter with the detective.
"I know" said he opening the door and coming in, "it was ridiculous".
Both of the men looked at us and smiled, we shared smiles too, when I remembered it was Jacob's case they were out solving, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "is it solved?"
They looked at me, as if wondering what to say,
"say it? have you found out the diamond embedded watch?" I urged again.
"well apparently " started Sherlock, "your Jacob is too dumb to remember that particular day he didn't wore his watch".
This statement was enough to delete whatever I was feeling for Jacob, I mean who's that dumb? "what?"
"yes" continued our detective, "he took us to his house and with a little searching we found it to be on his dressing table, just was hidden behind his daily Jaguar perfume. Imagine he took the perfume everyday still couldn't get his watch, jeez".
Honestly my embarrassment was too much to bare so I got up taking my phone, "excuse me a minute ".
They all watched me with confusion as I went inside Sherlock's room and came after ten minutes. Till then they were talking with Rosie as she showed them her arts which she and I made.
"here you are" said John, seeing me standing infront of them.
"brokeup with Jacob?" apparantly Sherlock deduced what happened.
"yes I did" I answered, "and I wouldn't ask you to explain it for I know you can deduce."
"you broke up with Mr collins?" asked John watson.
"yes" I replied.
"why exactly?"
"because this amount of foolishness is a turn off for me" this reply made both of them laugh in agreement, Rosie laughed as well, for their laughter was too contagious, too handsome that made me smile too, especially my very smart detective, how joyously he laughed, what a handsome face he's got isn't it?
"well then" said John getting up from his chair, "good job".
Smiling we all sat together talking about how much of an utter fool Jacob is, until my phone beeped and I recieved a mail.
"what's that?" Sherlock asked, bringing his serious expression back.
"mail from the company, the one I had an interview with" I replied.
"and it stated?" he asked again.
"that I'm selected" yet I wasn't happy, not even a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by any of them.
"you look too gloomy for such a news" stated John Watson.
"because they wants me to be relocated" I said.
"oh" the three of them said, even Rosie.
"and I don't wanna go away from..." I stopped myself, because I knew not why was I about to say whatever it was I was going to say.
"what is it?" asked Sherlock, I wondered does he really wants me to go? won't he miss me a bit? we shared the same room for days, for weeks, it does means nothing to him, then why should I stay at all.
"I'm accepting it" I replied. Sherlock wasn't pretty impressed with it.
"you should" he said with no expression, "it's a big chance, not gonna miss it for an old man are y- "
He stopped, to all our surprised his expression told he said a bit much, "I meant-".
"it's okay" I interrupted, I felt like he won't miss me at all, he won't? not our rambling? not my tantrums, nothing? not even cuddling with me? "I understand, you won't miss me".
Did I say too much? perhaps yes, I'm not even ashamed, I miss him already, the thought of being away from him is eating me, what have you done to me Mr Sherlock Holmes.
"stay" he mumbled softly and we all looked at him with wide eyes, "there you go, I said it, will you?" his brows were furrowed, he was serious.
I typed on my phone without replying to him "I rejected the offer" I couldn't help but be vulnerable to these people, because I.. I... how it happened? I want to be with them, I love my Baker Street family.
"why?" asked John, while Sherlock stared with wide eyes, corner of the lips twitching a little in satisfaction.
"I don't wanna relocate" I replied, "I like it in here". I want to stay honestly, I knew my eyes were teary again for Sherlock looked straight into my brown eyes which he once said 'you mustn't hide them under your specs'. He loves my eyes.
"I like... I meant we also like to have you here too, Melody " Sherlock Holmes said, with a pressed smile, it was contagious enough to make all of us smile widely, Rosie was infact giggling. What just happened? I pushed away a good job offer, but it doesn't feels wrong, rather why it feels like this is where I belong?