The Truth Behind The Eyes |Sherlock X Reader|

Chapter 4

I slump back in a chair and cross one leg over the other, folding my hands and setting them on my lap while my eyes scan the area of Sherlock's flat. Sherlock emerged from his bedroom, closing the door behind him. I haven't noticed him until I heard his footsteps nearby. I look over my shoulder and Sherlock was reading a piece of paper in his hand, the other running through his curly brown hair.

I quickly got up to my feet and rush over to Sherlock, my eyes locked on the paper.
"Sherlock, what does it say?"

" 'C'mon Sher, this how you work at crimes? I thought you did better. Your skull, yes. I'm not giving answer yet, you figure answer. It's somewhere, not here or there. But it's over there, somewhere.' "
Sherlock read from the paper and he sighed heavily, shoving it into his pocket,
"Horrible grammar."

"Christ! What does this mean. . .!"
I too, rub my hand through my hair, ruffling it. I look up at Sherlock who was glaring at me, his hands clasped behind his back.

Sherlock cleared his throat and then inhaled sharply, raising a brow,
"Y/N, Why does this matter to you?"

I scoff, crossing my arms against my chest and I glare at him back,
"It matters to me because your my friend, Sherlock. I care about you. Unlike you, you don't care about me because of 'feelings'."

Sherlock scratched the back of his head, staring at me while he bit his bottom lip,
"I do care about you, you are. . My friend."
He put a hand on my shoulder and I sigh and then smiled, out of the blue, I hugged him. He flinched slightly and hesitantly hugged me back. My eyes widen and I shake my head, backing up a bit and then, blushed.

He hugged back. He never hugs back. Or hugs in general.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth were raised slightly, forming into a smile and he pointed to me,
"You're blushing, Y/N."

"I-I'm sorry."

Sherlock leaned closer and tilted his head slightly and kissed me on the cheek, and then he smiled more.

"I actually liked the hug. It's just what I needed."

Did he. . . He did. He kissed me, on the cheek. Goodness' sake.

"Sherlock. . ."
I spoke his name, my voice almost a whisper.

"What is it? Also, speak a bit louder I can barely hear you."

"Why did you do that?"
I raised my voice a bit louder, not too loud. I swallow a lump in my throat and then smile nervously.

Sherlock shrugged sighing and pulling me in for another hug,
"I don't know, Y/N. I just felt like it, and I usually don't have feelings, even for you. So, don't bother arguing."

I hug him back warmly and nodded. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, staring into each other's eyes. We heard footsteps walking up the stairs and I backed up and jumped into the chair I was recently sitting in and I slouched back, looking casual. Sherlock hurried into the kitchen and rummaged with all his stuff that nobody else touched.

A man, blacked haired, combed back and wore a brownish-blackish suit walked in, I looked at him, staring at him with butterflies in my stomach.

Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen and he grinds his teeth slightly,
"Why are you here, in my flat."

"Sherlock. . . Hi! Hm, I thought you might of called me. Oh well!"
The man spoked in a Irish accent, I glanced at Sherlock and then at my feet.

Called him?

"Why are you here."

"Just thought I stop by, friendly visiting!"

"Sherlock. . .?"

"Not now, Y/N."
The way Sherlock snapped back quickly made you cringe, I sigh and looked at the man.

He took a step forward and smiled at me, I shrank in my seat and glared at him,
"Y/N. . . What a wonderful name!
He held out his hand to reach me.

Before he did, Sherlock rushed in front of me,
"Don't lay a finger on her."

"Sherlock, I can ha-"
Sherlock turned around at shot me a glance. I closed my mouth and kept quiet.

The man laughed and smiled even more,
"Oh, I see. Sherlock and Y/N."
He nodded his head, understanding.
"Oh! Any mail recently, Sherly boy?"

Sherlock scoffed, chuckling,
"Please. Moriarty, just leave."

Moriarty. . . I heard of that. . .

Moriarty rolled his eyes, and glanced a look at me, smiling widely,
"Alright, catch you laaaaterr!"
He spoke those words as if he was singing a perky lullaby. He turned around on spot and marched out of the flat, disappearing who knows where. I look up at Sherlock and he looked down at me, once again staring in each other's eyes.

His eyes. . . I can't even explain them. Just, beautiful.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt or touch you?"
Sherlock bent down and scanned me, seeing if I was alright.

I'm smiled, quietly laughing,
"I'm fine, Sherlock!"

He nodded, and straightened himself, looming over me.

I stood up from where I was sitting and slightly, tilt my head to one side,
"Who was that, Sherlock?"

"Moriarty."