Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

America

Two Months Later
Gaby had moved in with Tom after a long argument which just consisted of you insisting that she'd go and her saying that she wanted to stay and make sure that you were okay.

Your life was pretty much falling apart; you couldn't get a job as everywhere that you applied for, either didn't want you or didn't have any spaces. You hadn't spoken to Benedict properly since his wedding as he'd been so busy with the hunny moon and with Christopher and after what he'd said st his wedding, it felt quite awkward between the two of you and you didn't want to make things worse right now.

"So what're you going to do now?" Oliver asks you, taking a sip of his coffee.
You sigh and rest your head in your hand and shrug.

"I really don't know" you reply.
Oliver smiles sadly

"But it's fine because I'm going to find a job so that I can actually afford my rent-" you cut yourself off by signing and running your hand through your hair

"Have you spoken to Benedict since-"

"Since the wedding? No, I mean it's been months, I guess friendship can just fizzle when you have other stuff going on" you interrupt, staring at the coffee mug in your hands.

"You were such good friends though, and your going through such a shitty time, it'll do you good to see him-"

"He hasn't made the effort to speak to me so I'm not making the effort to speak to him" you interrupt, getting off your seat and wandering to the fridge.

"You know-" Oliver starts, getting off his chair. You hear him walking up behind you. You turn round slowly to face him

"Your more than welcome to come and stay with me for a while- just until you get back on your feet" Oliver says kindly, placing his hand on your arm and rubbing it softly.
You look at him and smile briefly

"Thank you but I'm okay." You reply.
Oliver sighs and shakes his head before he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"No your not Y/N. Your not ok" he almost whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You look at him and sigh slightly.

"Leave it Oli" you reply, rubbing your forehead.

"Y/N, talk to me" he says sincerely, staring into your eyes for answers.
You shake your head and sigh.

"I don't know what to do" you whisper, looking at your feet.
You feel Oliver's fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up.

"You don't need to do anything" Oliver replies softly. You look at him and smile faintly before you sniffle slightly.

"I need to sort my life out Oliver, I don't know what I'm doing" you say sadly.
You look at him and see him thinking.

"Y/N, come and stay with me in America for a while-"

"Oliver-"

"No, I can find you a job and I can look after you. Your not okay here, your miserable. It'll do you good to have a fresh start" Oliver interrupts. You shake your head

"I can't Oliver, what about Gaby and Wand-"

"Gaby and Wanda would visit, they'd understand and they'd be fine" Oliver says softly.
You look at him and nod slightly

"Coke on, give me one good reason why we shouldn't do this?" Oliver asks almost desperately.
You flicker your eyes to the floor. You look back up to see Oliver sighing slightly.