The Truth Behind The Eyes |Sherlock X Reader|

Chapter 1

"Y/N! Y/N!"

A voice called my name repeatedly, their voice echoing and ringing in my ears. I open my eyes slowly, revealing a E/C colour. To my eyes, I see a tall, curly browned hair man looming over me, staring at me intently, his arms clasped behind his back. I quickly lift my head from what seems to be a pillow and I look around confused. I remember what happened; Stupid crimes. I glanced up at the man and I nervously smile, chuckling.

He clears his throat and sighs heavily,
"You fell asleep on the couch, Y/N. Again."

I scratch the back of my head and look down at my feet,
"Uh, yeah. Sorry Sherlock."

Sherlock shakes his head slightly, glancing over to the kitchen, his body turns towards it, starting to head that way,
"Just . . . Try not to next time."

He turns his head to look at me and he slightly smiles. I look up and notice his smile.

I smile back and I lift myself from the couch with a faint grunt,
"I'll try, but I keep any promises."

Sherlock's eyes roll and he walks over to he kitchen and picks up a small thin bottle, filled with nothing but air, "You never keep promises."
He mumbles under his sigh as he chucks the bottle away, into the rubbish bin.

I walk over to the door and I grasp the doorknob in my hand and I look down the stairs,
"I'll be going now, text me when you need me for anything."

He didn't reply, or even look up from he counter or even do anything. I sigh quietly and exit the flat, closing the door behind me. I walk down he stairs and I open the door, exiting 221B. I look down the street, left and right. I wave my hand in the air, whistling for a cab. One pulled over and I opened the door, the smell of tobacco ash lingering in my nostrils. I scrunch up my nose and grumble quietly, the second I did, my phone made a beep effect. I shove my hand in my pocket and rummage around, firmly grabbing my phone. I notice a text from Sherlock.

'Come at once, emergency.'

-SH