High Functioning Hopeless Romantic

Chapter 5

Much to my dismay, the Leon drama continued. He came everyday. Once, when I was in Sherlock's flat helping Mary wedding plan, Mrs. Hudson let him in because she had heard the doorbell ringing from 221A. Thankfully Mary covered for me and told him I was out. Other than that, the next few days were a blur of words and wedding magazines; I was finishing my work project and helping Mary with the wedding. I was officially invited seeing as I "played a bigger part in the wedding now more than John." Sherlock and I continued our icy "friendship", if it could even be called that. We bickered constantly, and if we weren't arguing we were glaring at each other or acting like the other person wasn't there at all. I didn't understand why he treated me this way, but Mary and John claimed he was like this all the time. I still thought it rude that any grown man behave this way no matter the circumstances. Now, Mary and I had come down to my flat so I could show her the files I had from when I had helped plan weddings. John and Sherlock were upstairs doing whatever they do, and it was around dinnertime. Suddenly the door to my flat opened and John entered.

"Would you ladies like to go out to dinner tonight? Sherlock is supposed to go spy on some shady people that will be there, but it will be nice to go out for a change."

"Of course," replied Mary smiling.

"I'd love to, I need to explore London some," I responded.

"Alright, we'll leave in about half an hour," he said exiting.

"Well, looks like I'll have to go shower, I feel gross sitting around here all day." I said, crinkling my nose at my pajamas.

"I'll keep looking at the files, I feel like we have so much to do before the wedding!" added Mary. She looked so happy looking through the files, this wedding meant a lot to her, and I too shared in her joy. I hopped into the shower, feeling a million times better when I got out. Since I didn't know where we were going I put on dark crisp jeans, a nice shirt, and a cardigan over it. I put in some product hoping to keep the waves down. I swiped on some makeup, then headed to the living room. John and Mary were talking, and Sherlock sat on the couch, face buried in his phone.

"You guys ready to go? I'm starved," I stated, walking to the door.

"Been ready for about," Sherlock checked his watch, "17 minutes and 16 seconds, but who's counting?" he remarked snidely. I rolled my eyes and opened the door, gesturing my hand for the others to exit before me. Mary and John walked out, and Sherlock stopped before me.

"Are you going to go?" I asked, annoyed at him for taking long.

"No, ladies first."

"Wow, you actually have manners?" I joked. Hurt flashed over his eyes, but was quickly replaced with a blank look. "Maybe you should get to know me a little bit better before you become so quick to judge," he spat at me.

"Oh yes, because you really gave me a chance before you went rambling off on your assumptions about me and my personal life."

"They weren't assumptions, they were facts," he hissed.

"Children please! Can't you two go a couple hours without ripping each others throats out?" begged John. He looked back and forth at us pleadingly.

"He started it," I huffed, then darted out the door towards Mary. I heard Sherlock scoff.

"Don't give me that look John, she obviously was the one that started it."

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The restaurant had a golden glow within its doors and heat engulfed every inch of my body as I waltzed in with the others. There was a short waiting line. John went up to give our name and we took seats on the waiting bench. I gazed at the ceiling, it was done up with wooden chandeliers and had a light oak color. Swirls of dark brown covered the wood, making it look like chocolate syrup drizzled over ice cream. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up at Sherlock. He wordlessly pointed to John and Mary who walked to our table. I stood up and strolled over, taking a seat next to Mary. Sherlock sat crisscross from me, his eyes scanning the room, till they stopped just behind my head; he must have found his suspect. I studied the menu and decided on the classic fish and chips seeing as I hadn't indulged my craving of it in awhile.