Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Part2

Benedict's POV
"Who was that?" Martin asks, placing a cup of coffee in front of me. I wrap my hands around the mug 

"Y/N"

"Is she ok?" He smiles. I knit my eyebrows together

"Yeah she's fine... Why do you ask?"

"No reason"
A few seconds pass  I look round the Sherlock canteen, smiling at crew and cast members saf at the tables around us.

"It's just, you always have the biggest smile on your face when you see or speak to her."

"She's my best friend, what do you expect?" I take a sip of my drink

"Are you sure there's nothing else there, nothing at all?"

"Don't be daft. I've seen her grow up in a way. It would be weird if I did feel anything." I awkwardly reply. Martin sighs and takes a large gulp from his cup.

"Well if there's nothing between you two then you'll have no problem with bringing her to Amanda's birthday next week. Unless you have a date?"

"I do have other female friends other than Y/N , why are you so obsessed with her?" I joke.
He shrugs.

"I know you Ben. And I know what Benedict in denial looks like." He looks at me and smirks.

"What am I In denial about?"

"You know what I mean.  Let's just leave it there"

"Okay... Do you still want me to bring someone to Amanda's?"

"Unless you wanna stand there on your own like a dickhead" I laugh and take another gulp of my drink. 

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Your  POV
You stand in front of your floor length mirror , holding a short yellow dress in front of yourself.

"Beautiful"
You turn round of see Bonnie leaning against your doorframe smiling at you.

"Hm, I'm not sure. Can't decide which dress to wear for tonight."

"Well we're going for Italian if that helps"

"That does help actually. It means I can put my Wellington boots back in the cupboard" she laughs and walks into your room.

"You look worried. Are you ok?" She wraps her arms around your waste and looks at you through the mirror.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just having this hardcore battle in my head."

"Is this about America?"

"Yeah. I mean I thought it would be an easy decision to make because I love acting but- I don't know. Am I just being paranoid?"

"My opinion doesn't matter. It's your decision. No one else's. Not mine, Oliver's, Ben's- anyone's. It's yours. You need to do what makes you happy." You smile at her and nod.

"Yeah. I need to do what's right." She squeezes your shoulders before walking from your bedroom.
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You decide to let your brown curls fall down your shoulders and your makeup dark. Your short yellow laced dress is accompanied with skin coloured tights and black heals.

"Hot dam" an American voice calls from behind me.

"You know it" You chant back. You turn round.

"You look so cute Oli" You coo.

"Still can't tie my tie for shit."
He gives up on attempting to tie it and let's his purple tie dangle

"Want me to help you?"

"When have I ever refused an offer like that?" You smile and walk over to him: taking the tie in your fingers and tying it for him.

"There we are." You smile, patting his shoulders and looking up at him. 

"Thanks" he smiles.
You sigh and grab your bag from my bed and place it over your shoulder.

"Ready to go?" He asks

"Wait." You check your watch and then pull your phone from your bag and check that.

"We need to wait for Ben to come over. He's carpooling with us so he can have a drink"
He walks over to your mirror to start messing with his hair.

"Are you and Ben ok?" He asks, You turn round and see him looking at you through the mirror.

"Of course. Why would you ask that?" You reply , taking your bag off your shoulder and sitting on the end of your bed.

"Just checking. You don't seem yourself tonight"

"Oh. No, we're fine. I've just got a lot to think about at the minute"

"Ah okay"
A few seconds passed

"Why would you assume it was Ben anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, how come Ben was the first person you'd assume i would've had an argument with?" He looks at the floor and turns round to face you.

"I don't know. It's just he can be quite opinionated can't he. Especially if you've told him about the acting thing , he would've tried to push you to go. I didn't know if that would've upset you."
You sigh.

"Of course he wanted me to go. He knows it's what I want to do. He doesn't want me to be stuck in a job I'm not excited about. We both know what this is really about"

"What are you talking about?"

"You've never really liked Benedict. It's obvious. He's tried to hard with you and you've never given him a break. You moan about him every opportunity you can. I don't know whether it's because your not my only best friend or whatever but you need to just stop."
He rubs his eyes and turns round to look at the floor

"I don't dislike Ben Y/N" he whispers.

"You've been like this since the day you met him. What's the problem then? Has he done something to you?"
You get off the bed and place your hand on his shoulder.

"No"

"Then what is it?"

"You don't understand" he replies coldly.

"Try me"

"He-he-he... Has something that I will never have."

"What are you talking about?" You turn him round to face you but his eyes stare at the floor.

"He's had it since the minute he met you" he says quietly.

"Oli-"
Suddenly three loud knocks dance on the door.

"Saved by the knocks" He says Sadly. He half smiles at you before waking from your bedroom, leaving you standing in front of the mirror.
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