Broken Noses Lead to Mended Hearts

It Doesn't Hurt That Much...

After John's girlfriend had dumped him, Harry had insisted he get out of the house and have a good time. He shouldn't let her bring him down; he should be having the time of his life now that he was "rid of her" as his sister told him.

So he reluctantly let himself be drug out of the house and taken to a concert. It was one of his sister and his favorite bands, so he wasn't too reluctant. And to make it even better, they were right near the stage, where fans reached their arms up trying to touch the band members.

John found himself having a great time, forgetting about the nasty breakup that had happened earlier that week. Being in the middle of all the action got his blood pumping, and he too was dancing wildly to the loud music.

He flailed his limbs wildly as he thrashed his head to the beat, enjoying himself immensely.

He was so enthralled in the music that he didn't realize how close he actually was to some people. Most of them cleared a path as he danced back and forth, but one certain curly haired brunette wasn't paying that much attention either, and he too was making his way closer to the short lad.

John threw his arms up in the air at the end of the song, making contact with the man's face. A loud smack was heard from around the pair, causing heads to turn.

"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed, hand coming up to hold his nose. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" John immediately apologized once he realized he had hit him.

The man lifted his head to meet his gaze, but stopped. They locked eyes and just stared at each other, as if they were staring into each other's souls.

"Sir, are you alright?" John asked. The man was still in shock at his beauty. Sure he wasn't perfect, but to him he was an angel. A short, blonde, adorable angel. Even if he did just sock the shit out of him.

"Y-yes. I'm fine," he spoke and gave a crooked smile. "Oh my god you're bleeding!" he exclaimed. The curly haired man touched his hand gently to his nose, feeling a warm trail flowing from his nostril.

"It doesn't hurt that much," he lied. When he took his hand away, he flinched at the sharp pain in the middle of his face. By now a small crowd had gathered around the two, asking if he needed medical attention.

"I'm actually a doctor, do you mind if I have a look?" John asked. "Not at all," he answered. They made their way out of the crowd so he could examine his injury.

"Again, I am so sorry I did ribs to you," he spoke as he looked at his nose. "I'm afraid to say it appears to me that I broke it," he stated.

"It's fine, really. I've had a lot worse than this, let me tell you," he said with a laugh. "John helped him up to his feet and brushed himself off.

The taller lad held out his hand, "I'm Sherlock by the way." He took his hand in his own. "John. Pleasure to meet you, only I wish it were under better circumstances." Sherlock smiled, "Believe me, I'm glad it happened."