Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Part 3

"What you fancying Y/M?" Bonnie asks from across the table. You look blankly at her and then back down at your menu.

You were actually quite surprised that Gaby had chosen such a classy restaurant. You were all on a round table in the corner of the room because Benedict didn't want to be recognised. There were little candles on the table with flower petals around them. Every Time You looked  at Benedict he had one in his hand; messing with it.

"Y/N?" She repeats.

"Huh? Sorry what?"
She reaches her hand across the table and places it over yours.

"Are you alright?" 
You nod and bring your attention back to your menu.

"I'm fine yeah. Just such a big decision!" You joke. She smiles and goes back to her menu.

"So Oliver, how's America mate?"
You turn your head and see Benedict messing with a petal in his hand looking at Oliver.

"It's good yeah. Thanks"
The rest of the group were having their own conversations but You kept your attention on them two.

"I hear that you have a nightmare roommate"  Oliver nods.

"We've all been there" Benedict jokes.

"Y/N, darling, I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet on your amazing opportunity!" Gaby's mum wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek

"W-which one?"
She looks confused at you

"Well the drama school of course!" She says excitedly.

"Oh yes. It's very exciting! I don't know if I'm going yet. I have a lot to consider before I decide anything."

"Oh. Gaby told me how much you'd like to be an actress. If it's the money that's an issue, you know where I am if you need anything-"

"Oh no, that's not it. But thank you!"
She smiles and goes to sit back down in her seat.
You see Benedict looking at you with his head cocked to the side with a confused look on his face.
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you all split the bill but Bonnie insisted on paying for you to 'celebrate', but Benedict ended up paying for the whole thing as 'he feels like he doesn't give you all enough'.

The car
"Ben are you going to be okay at home?"
You look in the mirror in the car and see him giggling at his shoe laces. He was drunk.

"Yaz I shall be fine" he slurs.
You buckle my seatbelt as Oliver gets into the passenger seat.

"Do you want to sit in the back and make sure he's okay? Or do you want to drive?"

"I'll go and sit with him" he replies, getting out the front seat and getting into the back.

The car journey was awkwardly silent. You had the radio on but everytime you would look at the pair of them in the backseat Benedict would just be poking Oliver's face.
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"Right Ben, your staying here tonight. There's no way your going home like this. You'll end up stabbing yourself with a fork or something"
Oliver laughs slightly, placing Benedict's arm around  his neck and carrying him inside the door.

"Where am I putting him?" He asks, walking into the living room.

"Well Bonnie is staying at Gabys so he can just go in her bed."
He nods and takes Benedict through to Bonnies room. 

"Would you like a drink before bed?" He asks, walking into the kitchen and over to you.

"I'll just have a glass of water please" You reply, passing him a glass from the cupboard You were standing next to.

"Look Y/N, I don't want things to be awkward. Can we talk about what happened before?"  He asks, walking to the sink

"What's to talk about?"

"I don't know."
He passes you the glass.

"Thank you"
You take a sip and stand awkwardly in front of him.

"I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning Oli" you smile at him and walk out of the kitchen.

"Y/N, Can I just talk to you. Please"
You turn round.

"You said there was nothing to talk about"

"Please"
He walks past you and sits on the sofa. You watch him sit and slowly follow him and sit next to him.

"We've been best friends since we were what- 4?"
You nod and place your drink on the coffee table Infront of the sofa.

"We've been through everything together. You told me everything and I told you everything. That's how it's always been. Now I need to be honest with you. It might ruin our friendship, it might even mean you don't want to speak to me again but you just need to hear it."

"Oli-"
He moves closer to you and places his hand on your cheek. You freeze.

"I'm in love with you Y/N... And I've been in love with you since we were 10 years old." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and sighs.

"Don't worry, I don't want you to say anything. I know you don't feel the same for me. But I was sat in my apartment and I just knew I needed to tell you when I got here. So I did..."
He strokes your cheek.

"Good night Y/N" he places a kiss on your head and walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.