Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Decisions

"What?!" Benedict shouts, a confused look on his face. You shrug

"He's moving to back to Boston" you reply, looking down. Benedict stares at you for a minute.

"Yeah, but why?" He asks. You shrug.

"Couldn't even tell you- I think he just wants to get away" you justify, rubbing your forehead.
You adjust your camera slightly so that Benedict could see you face (as you were skyping)

"Well, as long as he's happy" Benedict replies, running his hand through his hair. You both sigh slightly.

"Where are you anyway?" You ask, leaning forward on your chair- trying to look around his head. Benedict moves slightly so that you could see what was behind him.

"I'm in my hotel room- it's rather fancy actually" he says with a surprised tone in his voice, making you smile slightly.

"Here, I'll give you the grand tour" he says poshly, taking his phone and swapping the way t was faced so that you could see his hotel.
He showed you his bedroom; which was huge.
After showing you the whole suite, he sits on the sofa in his living room.

"Bloody hell Ben- how many of you are there staying here? It's bloody massive" you joke. Benedict laughs before turning the camera back to him

"Well it's for the Oscars isn't it- they're not just going to fling me into a hostel" he jokes. You laugh.

"Wanna see something cool?" He asks happily. You smile and nod.

"Go on then" you reply 
Benedict places his phone down next to him so that all you could see was the ceiling. You could hear him wandering between rooms before tripping over something and cursing to himself.
You laugh before he returns moment later and shoves something in front of the camera. You squint your eyes.

"What is it?" You ask, leaning forward.

"can't you see it?" He asks, moving it closer to the camera.
You shake your head. 

"All I can see is a piece of card" you reply. Benedict sulks for a minute.

"Well that didn't have the effect that I hoped it would" he replies, taking the card from the front of the screen

"What was it?" You ask, laughing.

"It was my invitation for the Oscars- like the real one" he replies happily, looking at the card.
You smile

"Take a photo of it and send it to Me" you suggest happily. Benedict nods and smiles.

"I'll do it in a bit, I'm on my phone for this Skype thing" he replies.
You smile to yourself before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
There was a sudden knock at Benedict's door. He suddenly checks the time on his watch before his eyes widen suddenly.

"Shit" he mutters.

"What's up?" You ask, laughing slightly.

"The limo is here. We're doing practice for the Oscars and I'm not even ready" he snaps to himself.
You giggle.

"I'm in my fucking pyjamas!" He shouts to himself, running out of the room, with the phone in his hand so that all you could see was his legs running.

"It's not funny Y/N!" He shouts playfully.
You smile

"What're you doing?" You ask, trying to look at what he was looking for in his drawer.

"I'm looking for my bloody trousers" he snaps back.
You smile

"I'm gonna go, I have plans today so I'll speak to you later. Have fun at the Oscars practice. Try not to mess it up" you say jokingly.
Benedict ignores you and carries on looking through.