Remember Me (Teenlock)

Chapter Seven

Sherlock's POV

I woke up to the sun shining in my face, wrapped in someone's arms. John. I buried my face in his shirt, not wanting to get up. Reluctantly, I let out a dramatic sigh and pulled myself away from my friend. I decided to let him sleep as I grabbed my clothes from my dresser and went into my bathroom to shower. As I took off my shirt I noticed how skinny I was. I couldn't help but think how other people would react if they saw. Ugly, freak, disgusting, anorexic.... The words were swirling in my mind. I reached my hands up to my head as if it would hold them still, make them die down.

I took my eyes away from the mirror and removed my other articles of clothing. As I showered I realised how dumb of me it was to basically tell John my whole life story. How dumb it was to be wrapped in his arms and burying my face in his shirt and wishing I didn't have to get up so I could keep staying there. I'd only known him almost two full days. Two days. Two days and I was acting as if we were... like we were in love for God's sakes. I'd never been in love before, or felt affection towards anyone. Especially not a boy. It was almost disgusting the way I thought I could act that way. I'd ruin myself even more, and I'd ruin John. I couldn't ruin him. He has so much going for him.

But then as I finished my shower and got dressed, I thought about it. What if I did like a boy? What if I got married some day and it was a man I was marrying? And as I rubbed the towel through my curls I wondered. I wondered if maybe I'd want to spend the rest of my life with someone, and if that someone was possibly John. I always used to think I was asexual. And aromantic. Yet John, there was no doubt that he'd dated plenty of girls. You could see it in his face, that he'd already kissed tons of girls, and had broken so many hearts. He probably wasn't even a virgin anymore. John and I, we seemed so different, yet so alike. Like yin and yang.

John would be yang. White and bright. He was so positive and colourful. He was the sun. And I.... Well I suppose that would make me yin. Dark and secretive. I was the negativity; a pessimist. Black would be the perfect way to describe me. But I guess that would also mean that the both of us had a piece of the other. As I walked out of the bathroom I tried to think of what was yang-like of me.

I was still rubbing the towel back and forth in my hair, trying to get the little droplets of moisture out of it, while also making it as curly as possible. My family, even Mycroft said that they liked my curls, and it made sense as of why. They made did look really nice. My mum always said they made me look cuter. As I stepped through the threshold, I looked up and John was already looking at me. When our eyes met he gave me a small smile and my heart did the thing that romance novels talked about. My stomach did it too.

It literally felt like I was about to throw up, but in a good way. Time seemed to pass by slower, and John looked like everything that I was missing in my life. And while I was smart enough to know that no one was perfect, it still felt like that's what John was. Perfect. In every way. And I started noticing how great his flaws were.

Stop that, I thought to myself. Just stop. You can't think of John like that. He's your first friend, and if you have a crush on him then he won't even want to be your friend anymore. And even if it was normal to like a boy, you can't like someone like that you met nearly two days ago.

Despite what my brain was telling me, I smiled back.

John's POV

Sherlock looked so... nice. His cheeks were pink, and his hair was incredibly curly, which I didn't even know was possible while it was wet. And something made me want to just melt when he ran his towel through his hair and smirked, as his back was against the doorframe. It was seductive almost.