Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

GoodBye

One Year Later
You roll out of bed at 10:34am, rub your eyes before groaning when you catch your reflection In the mirror opposite your bed.
You fling the duvet from the bed before shoving your legs out, stretching dramatically and smiling to yourself when you see the glass of water which Oliver had Brought up before.
You shove on a pair of black leggings and a baggy plain white top, before shoving your hair into a loose bun on top of your head and trudging downstairs to be greeted by Oliver.

You and Oliver had been dating for over A year now and you were really happy with him- you really were.
You and Gaby were still best friends and you had become closer to gaby's boyfriend Tom as well. You hadn't spoken to Benedict or Sophie at all for about a year, and to be honest- you were over it. You knew that there was no point in trying to rekindle a friendship that had just fizzled anyway- you still spoke to Wanda and Timothy though.

"Good morning Y/N" Oliver sings as you walk into the kitchen. You cover your ears

"Oli sttooppp it's too early to be singing." You joke before you see Oliver rolling his eyes playfully before placing some pancakes onto a plate.

"Here you are, you need to eat something after last night." He says softly before he hands them to you. You smile appreciatively before you place a soft kiss on his lips and take the plate and go and sit down at the kitchen table

"How're you feeling today?" He asks smugly, sitting down opposite you. You glare at him playfully before you take a sip of your water.

"I feel like shit if you must know" you joke. Oliver chuckles slightly.

"You were so gone" he mumbles. You look over to him before you rest your head in your hands with embarrassment

"It's alright, I stopped you from puking in the fridge" he adds, laughing. You lift your head up slowly

"The fridge? What was I doing there?" You ask, mortified.

"You were hungry so you decided to go and look for food before you ended up puking all over me when I stopped you from climbing into the fridge" Oliver replies, chuckling
You rest your head in your hands again.

"Shit" you mumble.
You hear Oliver laughing
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You walk into the living room to be greeted by your friend Sam's hung over half smile.

"Hi Sam?" You say slowly, sitting down next to him on the sofa.
Sam looks at you, his face pale.

"Hey Y/N" he mumbles.

"Guessing you stayed here then last night?" You ask, rubbing his back as he leans forward on the sofa.
You look around for Oliver before you see him leaning against the doorframe of the living room with a mug of coffee in his hand. You tilt your head toward Sam before Oliver shrugs in response. You roll your eyes.

"Come on Sam mate, let's take you home" Oliver says softly , walking into the living room. He places his coffee mug on the bookshelf before draping sam's arm over his shoulder and lifting him up off the sofa.

"Be safe ok?" You whisper to Oliver as he walks Sam out of the living Room and into the hallway. He nods at you before smiling faintly.
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"Is he okay?" You ask Oliver, taking a sip of your orange juice. He nods as he watches the tv.

"He's fine. He was just so pissed last night that he's really feeling it this morning so" he jokes. You smile faintly to yourself.