Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

His heart

"You seem relieved" I said, rather teased him.
"hmm ofcourse" he said clearing his throat, "Marc is married". I could hardly believe this was the only reason.
"Sherlock?" I asked for I didn't know how to bring myself to say what I felt, perhaps asking some silly questions would help.
"yes Melody?" he said, and my name still seems divine when he calls. Right! Melody is my pawn now.
"the first day I entered" I started, "you asked twice if my name was Melody, didn't you liked it?"
He thought, tried to recall the day and the event then shaking his head he replied, "I wasn't wondering if your name is Melody, I was enquiring if Melody has really come, for I was waiting to see you, finally, looking at me, talking to me, but thanks to you, you gave me more than talking and staring, you argued with me, which I liked...rather I loved, as you walked by the pavement I stared at you from my window, wanting more of what we just had, wanting more of you, Melody".
I remember now, I wondered while heading over to the subway, if Sherlock is looking from his window at me, so he was. This thought is enough to make me smile.
"and not only that" he continued "the next day I took your doodle, knowing you drew on my musical notes unintentionally yet I couldn't care less about those notes anymore, for your doodle was much more important to me. I went to the window again to see you walking, you turned to look at me, perhaps you didn't realise I was also looking at you holding my violin. Next day I went straight to a shop and framed your doodle, because I am too proud to have your art hanging on my wall".
His words gave me chills, as an artist you wait to hear someone is proud to have your art piece, and that's what he said, he fulfilled my dream. They say if you're ashamed of someone it's anything but love, and if you're proud of someone, this may actually be love, is that it? The greatest detective loves an immature person like me?
"infact I'll give you more" said he again "the day I dropped you home, I nattered to the cabbie to drive faster and I can reach home just so I don't miss your sandwiches. I ate them and to me those are the best sandwiches of my life".
Trust me he is being biased, those were average for when I asked Rosie how were the sandwiches she looked away first and then said "okayish".
"even the day you saw your violin doodle on my wall I was about to tell you that I wanted to play the song "can't help falling in love with you" since the day I saw you and you won't know when".
That was unexpected wasn't it? everything he said till now I could guess but this... this information seemed new, "when?"
"the day I first saw you, coming out of your house, smiling and waving at your mum, your long black hair, untied, you wearing a pinkish lipstick, black specs, and you always wear shirts, you were wearing your white shirt with a long sky blue jeans-"
That's when I interrupted him, "I don't think it's exactly sky blue".
"I know " he replied, "pale cornflower is the name of the shade which I'm quite aware you don't know even after being an artist".
Well I didn't, "and?" I asked, he stared at me, "I was loving the story of Sherlock Holmes talking about Melody, please continue ".
If I'm not wrong his cheeks turned a little pink, perhaps now he realised he has spoken a bit... too much.
"well.." he begins again, "if you insist, then when you were on a date with Lucas, I meant... when you were walking to meet him, I stared at you from the window and it didn't feel right. You being someone else's didn't feel right. I never felt it before."
So that's when ... I thought, that's when Sherlock Holmes was becoming vulnerable to himself... that too for me.
"so I drowned myself in work" he said "you know that, you came to get me from Scotland yard with John and that was..." he trailed off, his eyes stated how overwhelmed he was recalling the memory, "that day I was the happiest, to think that you will stay with us, stay with me, that I'll see you, talk to you, argue with you all the time".
That made me giggle, his words and definitely the memories of me crying like a baby to him.
"And then you came" he started, I tried to recall the memory too when I realised he actually had a talk with my mum then.
"wait Sherlock " I interrupted, "you had a conversation with mum right? about this?"
He nodded, saying, "yes we had a talk about this, I asked her if she'd be too mad to let her daughter stay with us. She was confused at first but then after explaining everything she smiled as if she realised something we all failed to do, so. She just asked me one thing 'you know she's alot younger than you innit?' I was baffled at this question as well, you living with us, what does it had to do with your age? then I obviously found that we had ti share a room, maybe that's what she was trying to tell me."
And at this point I was pretty damn sure that's not what she actually meant. She understood his heart.
"Anyway continue" I told him.