Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Shopping trip

"So what about this one?"
You hold a silk purple dress to your front and show Benedict

"Looks nice"
You roll your eyes and put it back on the hanger.

"What? Why've you put it back?"
He asks with slight desperation in his voice.

"You've said that about every single dress I've picked"

"N-n o I didn't" he stutters

"Oh yeah, sorry. You said the blue one was 'alright'. My bad" You reply sarcastically.

"I don't see why your so panicky. They were all nice, it's no big deal Y/N"

"Your right. It's not a big deal. It's only a film premier where everyone is going to see my face and judge me- why don't I just go in a bin-bag"  You turn on your heel and walk to the entrance of the shop.

"Y/N wait-"
You turn round

"Bin-bags are in the shop next door." He smiles at you and winks.
you roll your eyes and try and pull of looking moody.

"Your so full of it".
He laughs.
--
"Sod it. I'll just wear something from my wardrobe." You decide. You place the hanger back on the stand and take Benedict's wrist and walk from the shop.

"Well we have 20 minutes before your hair appointment so what do you want to do?"
You purse your lips and think before your stomach starts to grumble. You clutch it with your hands and giggle.

"Right, that's that decision made" he replies, chuckling slightly.

"Fancy a McDonalds?"
You nod your head and follow Benedict to the food court.
--
"Can I have a chip?" He asks, shoving a chicken nugget into his mouth.

"Piss off. You have an entire carton of chips there" You say with a mouthful of burger in your mouth, gesturing to the pile of chips on his tray.

"So are you excited for tomorrow then?" He asks, dipping some chicken in sauce.

"I can't wait! I'm nervous though"

"Don't be. I was when I went to my first premier but it's fun trust me"

"I don't know. Like ,I'm worried Incase when I'm posing one camera flashes really brightly and I look disgusting on the picture, and then they use that picture on magazines and stuff"
You take a sip of your drink and look up to see Benedict doubled over laughing.

"What?"

"J-just-you" he tries to say between laughs.
You laugh too.

"I can just imagine you in a photo like this-"
He pulls a funny face and continues laughing. You throw a chip at him and start to laugh to the same level he is.

"Will people think we're like a couple or something?"

"Yeah probably"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Just be like 'she's a lesbian'"

"My parents are gonna watch this.  They know I'm not gay? And your fans will be like 'what the fuck'"
You feel my face drop and rub your eyes.

"What's up now?" He moans.

"Your fans."
A blank expression still sticks on his face.

"What about them?"

"They're going to despise me"
He puts a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Why would they hate you?"