After Benedict had stormed out of the apartment, you decide that it felt too weird to be in there. You pull your jacket over your shoulders, take a deep breath and walk out of the apartment and out of the building, not really having a destination. You just wanted to get away.
Benedict's POV
Storming down the road with my hands thrust into my pockets, I play the argument over and over through my head. The image of Y/N's face when I told her that I couldn't be with her makes my heart ache in my chest.
I pull out my phone, wanting to text Y/N, to tell her that I love her and how I didn't mean a word of it, but the more I think of it as I walk- the more I realise that i was kind of right.
I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts before finding mum.
After a few beeps she answers"Hello Benedict darling how are you?"
I let out a large sigh"Benedict what's wrong?" She asks worriedly.
I can't get my words out, I just shake my head and swallow the large lump in my throat."Ii-I can't mum. I can't anymore. I-" I rub my eyes, wiping the tears that were forming
"Why, what's happened?"
"Me and Y/N had an argument and I ended up saying-I thought it was the best thing to do- I-"
I cut myself off and let the tears fall down my face as I try to keep my head down but at the same time, not really caring what people thought of me."I'm not making her happy mum"
it pains me, I feel the lump in my throat getting bigger as I gasp and explode into a pile of tears."Sssh. Benedict darling come on, what makes you say this, you both seemed so happy when you visited?"
"She acts like she's okay, like the paparazzi and everything doesn't bother her but-We hardly laugh anymore. Even when we do it's only for a spilt second because something to do with my work just messes it up. I don't know what to do,"
"She loves you darling. You know that she does and if she says that she's okay with everything then you shouldn't try to change her mind. She's not a child, if she chose this then she clearly thinks the absolute world of you." Mum huffs sadly on the other side of the phone.
"But you know her better than any of us darling. Benedict you need to think, what do you think wil make her happy?"
"I just want her to be happy." I say quietly.
"Oh I love you Benedict but you are an idiot,"
"What?" I ask as I start to walk slower.
"All the things she's doing; putting up with the cameras, the press, not Making a big fuss-don't you see? She's trying to make these things easier on you."
"what?"
"If you think that it doesn't bother her, then she thinks that it won't bother you either. Everything that she iS doing, is for you." Mum replies softly. I run my hand through my hair.
"She's just trying to protect you like you are her."
I bury my face in my hands"But why would she even-"
"Because she can see how much it hurts you to see what your work does to her."
"Yeah..."
"She's looking out for you darling, why don't you see this?"
"I guess I've been trying to forget that that area of my life exists sometimes-"
"Well you can't afford to keep 'forgetting' this is the reality Benedict. She's doesn't need someone to always make a big deal of what's going on, she needs someone who will help her through it, talk to her if she needs it or to just leave it if it doesn't bother her. And you need to think about what's best for Y/N here."
There was a pause.

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Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)
FanfictionYours and Benedict's journey through; love, hate, fights and friendship brings tears of both joy and sadness as you wonder the possibilities of your life with famous actor Benedict Cumberbatch. This is your story and adventure of your endless and u...