Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Short Hair

3 Months Later
You shove on your long, oversized sky blue jumper over your underwear , before shoving your phone into the front pouch of the jumper and miserably walking downstairs.

"What time do you call this?" You hear a jolly voice musically asking you from the kitchen. You roll your eyes before pulling your phone from the pouch

"It's 1:30" you reply coldly, before biting your lip at how late it was.
You walk into the kitchen to see gaby writing stuff down on papers

"What you doing?" You ask as you sit opposite her on the little island In the middle of the kitchen.

"Bills." She replies, rolling her eyes playfully
, not looking up from the paper.
You nod before getting up and pulling out a Sweet and Sour flavoured pot noodle from the cupboard and putting the kettle on.

"When was the last time you showered Y/N?" Gaby asks, you turn round to see her  still facing the paper

"I don't know... Thursday I think."
You reply awkwardly. You feel her looking at you but you decide to ignore it and pour the boiled water into the pot noodle cup before adding the sachet.

"Are you alright?"
She sounds more concerned now. You nod, still facing away from her. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, you turn round to see gaby looking worriedly at you.

"You don't seem yourself, are you okay?" You nod, looking at the floor.
You decided that you couldn't really tell her about your whole situation situation as you'll end up getting the same lecture that you always get.
Besides you and Benedict were civil now. Gaby had made up with him after she hadn't seen him before you went to California. Whenever Gaby would FaceTime with Benedict , he would always ask how you were.

Gaby nods before sitting back down at the Island and continuing with paying the bills.

You decided to go and watch Netflix in the living room , being greeted by Tom in the process,

"Morning" he says, not looking up from his phone.

"Morning." You reply before sighing and sitting on the sofa next to him, flicking the TV on with the remote next to you.

"God you sound awful" he says, putting his phone down. You sigh

"What's happened?" He asks ,as you flick through the shows.

"Nothing. It's fine."
You lie as you click on Sherlock , somehow thinking it'll make you feel better.
It didn't.
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"What the fuck?!" You shout at the tv.tom looks at you with widened eyes

"No, it's just not fair. Sherlock is used to being Aalone. People should feel sorry for him and help him rather than just labelling him as a freak. Pissees me right off." You say coldly, pointing at the TV the entire time. Tom laughs.

"Guessing you got the invites to Benedict's wedding then? He asks, chuckling slightly.
You turn to him

"What makes you say that?" You snap.
Tom shakes his head and smirks slightly.

"No reason at all" he replies, smiling to himself. You nudge him playfully and roll your eyes. He laughs slightly as you fold your arms over your chest and sigh.
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You stand in front of your floor length mirror and smile faintly at your reflection.

"I'm still not used to you having short hair" Gaby says softly, walking into your bedroom.
You watch her through the mirror as she stands behind you.

"I know, it still feels weird not having hair falling down my back" you joke, running your hand through your hair.