Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

I'm Coming Back

The Next Day
You walk in from work and place your keys on the side next to the front door.

"Hey" you call into the house.
silence.
You knit your eyebrows together, thinking that Oliver would be home by now. You walk into the living room and see him sat on the sofa, staring at the floor.

"What're you doing in here?" You ask, smiling. Oliver continues to stare at the floor.

"Oli? Are you okay?" You ask, walking slowly over to him. Oliver turns to you before turning back to the floor.

"How long" Oliver asks, staring at the floor.

"How long what?" You ask, sitting next to him on the sofa. He turns his head and glares at you briefly before looking back at the floor.

"Oliver, what's going on?" You ask worriedly, placing your hand on his knee.  Oliver looks at your hand on his knee and sighs.

"Well whilst you were at work today, I received a Phonecall from Benedict" he says slowly. He looks at you as your eyes widen.

"What did he say?" you say, shocked. Oliver shakes his head.

"It doesn't even matter what he said, but just look at your face" he says sadly. You knit your eyebrows together.

"What?" You ask, pressing your hand to your face awkwardly.

"The moment I said his name, your mouth twitched and your palms became sweaty" he says sadly. You knit your eyebrows together.

"How do you know what happens to my hands-"

"You had your hand on my knee" he interrupts, smiling sadly. You sigh

"Oliver, I don't have time for this, what did Benedict say?" You ask sighing and rubbing the back of your neck.

"He was just asking how we were and if you were happy with me" he says slowly looking at the floor.
You turn to Oliver

"What did you say?" You ask quietly. Oliver smiles sadly.

"The truth" he says sadly

"Which was?" You ask

"You tell me?" He asks, turning to you.
You shake your head

"What did you say Oliver?" You ask quietly. Oliver's eyes start to water as he sniffles and strokes your cheek gently.

"I told him the truth, that your not happy here" he says quietly, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Why would you-"

"Because it's true isn't it?" He interrupts. You place your hand over his on your cheek before removing his hand and entwining your fingers with his.

"I love you, I really really do but I-I'-I'm-its' just, you've known me since we were children and you've helped me through so much and I love you to pieces for being my friend and there for me all of these years but-" you cut yourself off by wiping your eyes.

"Hey, it's ok" he says softly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You shake your head.

"No it's not" you say sadly. Oliver smiles sadly.