Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 17~ Cheesecake comes first

-----John POV---------

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I am forcefully pushed into a room. How rude. The room, the room is a hotel room. Clean and refreshing. There is a suit laying on the bed. I guess this is how Mycroft does it. Rudely have bodyguards forcefully push you into a room so you can change on his behalf. Pleasant.

I don't think twice about putting on the tailored suite. After I have put on the clothing, I try opening the door. Thankfully, It's unlocked. I step out then close the door behind me. Looking at the door I see something engraved into the door with gold lettering.

John Hamish Watson

This is written in very precise cursive. This must be the room I will be staying in. I walk down the brightly lighted corridor. The yellow curtains held back by strings, away from the windows. As I finish walking through the hallway, I bump into Sherlock. Sherlock is standing tall in front of me. He is wearing a black and white suite, such as mine. Along with a bowtie. He has no expression on his face, but still looks down at me. Then it dawns on me.

"Where's Willow?" I ask turning my head slightly. Sherlock looks around at once, but shrugs as she is nowhere to be found.

-----Willow POV---------

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Powder. Powder in my eyes. Powder in my mouth. Powder everywhere. The women dare to reach my eyes with mascara. It's like being threaten by needles. I push them away and I hold up my pointer finger.

"One at a time, please!" I beg closing my eyes. Allowing one person to come to me. I hear one pair of steps. Small for sure. Her steps are light. Her steps are also small which implies that she is short. I feel a tiny cold brush press against my eyelashes. Then my eyelids followed by my cheeks. I soon feel my hair being swept into fragile hands. My hair is being pulled and curled. Everything goes silent then, a cold sticky stick presses against my lips. Lipstick.

It is done. I open my eyes and walk to the mirror across the room. I don't recognize who is facing me in my reflection. That's not me. I smile. I turn around to thank them, but there is one woman who is holding up a pair of highheels. Motioning them toward me. I shake my head violently. They keep telling me to wear them, almost forcing. I run. I run out the door and slam it behind me, I run down a long hallway. I turn my head looking back to see if anyone followed. I turn my head to face forward. It's too late. I ram into Sherlock and John. I lay on the floor laughing. John rushes toward me.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I look up and his eyes widen.

"Yeah I'm fine," His face is shocking. "John, what is it?"

"Willow? Is that you?" John is apparently shocked at my appearance. I stand up still barefoot. I whip my hair out of my face.

"No John, I am a stranger who knows your name." I pause my sarcasm and he doesn't respond. "Yes John! I'm Willow. But why question it?"

"You- Erm- Look different." He smiles tightly.

"You have no idea what I went through." I smile. "I ran away,"

"You what? Why?" John blurts aloud.

"I almost had to wear heels." John looks at my feet.

"So?" He looks back up at me. I exaggerate my sigh.

"John, imagine me, me, in high heels." I exasperate. He pauses. "Plus I grew an inch, so I am taller than you now." I stand close to him to measure.

"You are not!" He exclaims.

"Am to!" I yell back. Pouting.

I glance up at Sherlock who is surprisingly amused by this.

"Sherlock, who's taller?" I ask impatient.

He gives me a smirk and turns his heels walking away. I jog after him. John follows rolling his eyes.

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The ball is starting within minutes from now. Many people are starting to show. I am still barefoot, but I really don't care. I walk through the empty room, the marble polished floor cold on the balls of my feet. I walk over to the many tables of food. There I see it.

Cheesecake.

So many kinds. My mouth begins to water at the sight of delicious, gorgeous, beautiful, wonder filled, amazing cheesecakes.

-------John POV---------

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I walk down the black, long, twirling staircase to the ball room. I am almost to the bottom of the steps when I see Willow. She walks gracefully, her movement quick but slow at the same time, her steps are agile on the marble floor. She stops in front of the food. She is staring at something particular. I follow her wide eyed gaze to the cheescake. Her jaw hanging and her eyes wide in awe. She is desperately in love with it.

I soon realise her hand is reaching out to take the whole cake. I run to her only to stop her hand from digging into the cake. I slowly pull her hand away.

"Willow, you know you can't e-" I am cut off by the look on her face. She literally looks like she is going to cry. She shakes her head.

"John, I am so sorry. It's just cheesecake is my favorite food and nothing can top that," She lets her shoulders drop. "I know I have been acting weird. I think I've been drugged." She laughs. I feel sympathy towards her as I smile.

"It's fine, just wait till the ball begins." She nods in response. I walk back towards the crowd of people. Then she hollers behind me-

"I'm still taller than you John Watson!" She sings. I roll my eyes at the comment. She really is shorter than me, I am certain of it.

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