The Truth Behind The Eyes |Sherlock X Reader|

Chapter 6

Sherlock slipped out my phone from my pocket of my jeans and started texting away, to
John of course. I snarl at him, grabbing my phone out of his hands and putting it in my pocket.

He stared at his hands and then at me,
"What was that for?"

I hummed quietly, crossing my arms,
"Sherlock, that's my phone."

"Yes. . . And?"

"And, it belongs to me. You don't have the rights to take it away from me and use it for your own purposes. Use your own phone."
I snicker and shoo him, doing as he was told, Sherlock looked around, throwing stuff to look for his phone. He finally found it. In a bottle of eyeballs. Human eyeballs.

I scrunch my nose in disgust and grab the bottle from his hands,
"Sherlock. . ."

"Yes?"
He answered quickly, showing no emotions what so ever.

I giggled a bit and looked at the bottle, grabbing it from his hands and turning it,
"Your phone."

"What about it?"

"It's in a bottle of human eyes. Human eyes, Sherlock!"
I hand the bottle back and Sherlock opened up the cover, slipping his hand down to grab his phone, he did so and he started texting away.

I heard a small beep and Sherlock sighed, putting his phone in his pocket, the inside of his coat,
"There. Done."

"Sherlock. . ."
I ran my hand in my hair, biting my lip.

Sherlock looked up from the bottle of eyes and raised a brow,
"Hmm, yes?"

"About earlier. . ."
My voice trailed off and Sherlock nodded, gesturing me to continue. A small lump formed in my throat and I sighed,
"Why did you. . ."

"Kiss you?"
Sherlock finished my sentence and I nodded.

Sherlock took a step forwards to me and placed a hand on my shoulder,
"Y/N, I like you, not in a friend way, as in the other way. I'm interested in you, and have feelings for you."

I stared blankly at him and I raise a brow,
"You always told me you don't have any feelings, Sherlock."

Sherlock snapped back,
"This is different. I never felt this before or experienced it and I'm not used to it."

"I think you did felt this before."
I snapped back, giving him a look,
"Irene Adler. What about her? Or Molly."

Sherlock shook his hand, smiling at me,
"They're different, and they aren't like you. You're different and special in your own ways. And I. . . Like you. I have feelings for you, special, different feelings."

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, slightly shaking my head.

Sherlock furrowed his brows and tighten his grip on my shoulder a bit. Never bothered me,
"What?"

I look at him, and place my hand on his, shoving it off my shoulder but he didn't budge,
"Oh, Sherlock."

"What! What is it?"

"You're just. . . So smart."

"And you just found that out, now?"

I laughed and hug him tightly, resting my head on his chest. He hugged back, his chin on my head.

I smile widely and I blush a bright red,
"I like you too."

Sherlock looked at me emotionless, but his eyes tell me something different,
"Obviously."

I laugh and he did too. A beep came from his phone and he slipped it out of his pocket, reading the text.

I look at his phone and read it for myself, as Sherlock walked over to the door. My eyes widen as I mumble the text out loud, to myself,

" 'Sherlock boy, John missing now. He hiding with skull, playing hide-and-seek. Come and find us! You counting Sherlock, with your eyes closed? Don't cheat. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.' "

I look up from his phone and Sherlock has already ran out. I panicked and put his phone in my other pocket and dash out of the building, following after Sherlock who was turning and running, faster that myself. I finally, catch up and Sherlock stalks down an alley, a flashlight in his hands as he looked around, I looked up at the stars, shining bright, brighter than a diamond. I look over back at Sherlock and my body froze as my eyesight became blurry and black. My eyes close and I was out cold. Remembering what has happen.