High Functioning Hopeless Romantic

Chapter 13

A couple weeks later and all was back to normal again, well, what could be considered normal on Baker Street.

Thankfully dad and I ended on good terms, spending time together doing silly things and watching movies, just like the old days, without Sherlock there to take his attention from me. Speaking of, I had not seen Sherlock in a couple days. From the time my dad left he sort of just went into hiding. He still helped with the wedding, but purposefully left the room before I got there to help. It sounded like he was going on cases and still, but Mary and John rarely brought him up around me. I wasn't sure if it there was just nothing to say about him, or they were hiding something from me. 

"I can't believe the wedding is in a week," announced Mary, getting up from the table across from me and heading towards the kettle on the stove. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down at the centerpieces I had been working on. "Maybe I should just leave this for Sherlock to finish, he seems to be better at this hands on stuff" I muttered, leaning back and yawning. 

"It's getting late Abi, maybe you should go get some sleep. I know you've been working overtime to finish your latest project."

"I finally don't have writers block, I was trying to take advantage of that," I chuckled.

"Well go on to bed, tomorrow we've got the dress fitting and- you know what, we'll talk in the morning," laughed Mary as I yawned again.

I got up and hugged her, then made my way downstairs and through the hallway to my flat. I couldn't wait to lay down underneath the covers and just lay there and not think or write or do anything, but then I remembered, the universe hates me. Want to know how I know this? Because as I rounded the corner I spotted a broad fellow leaning against the wall, his eyes closed and face peaceful. 

"Leon?" I said, confused as to why he was sleeping in front of my flat.

"Oh Abi," he said perking up instantly. "I've been here for awhile, but I just decided to wait till you got back."

"Why?" I asked, sounding a bit harsher than I meant to. He dark eyes slanted in sadness a bit.

"I just want to talk to you. Please."

"Leon, I really need to sleep. I've barely slept this whole week and-"

"10 minutes. Please."

He had his hands clasped together out towards me, a pleading look in eyes and his bottom lip stuck out slightly. "Fine," I sighed, pushing past him and unlocking the flat door. 

"It was the puppy dog face wasn't it?" he teased. 

I turned around, expecting myself to snap at him and tell him to get on with it, but when I saw his brown sparkling  eyes and laugh lines etched around his face in a smile, I couldn't help but smile back. 

"Don't make me smile," I ordered, hanging my coat up then going to sit on the chair. He just looked at me, still smiling. "Well come on," I said, pointing towards the couch that was adjacent to my recliner. 

"What, not even an offer for tea?"

"Leon, come on," I said, starting to get annoyed. I just wanted sleep. No one messes with my sleep.

"Okay okay," he said, coming to sit on the couch. He didn't say anything at first, just stared and smiled.

"Are you actually going to say something or did you just come in here to stare like a creeper?" I asked. 

He chuckled. "Oh I've missed you and your sassiness Abs." He waited for me to respond, but I just stared blankly, waiting for him to explain his being here when I had already told him multiple times to just leave me alone. "And that's why I'm here. I miss you. I miss waking up to you. I miss laughing with you. I miss watching our shows together. I miss the random things you would wake me up to tell me in the middle of the night. I just miss you. I know these past three months have been hard, but Abi, I want to help take that pain away. I want to be here for you through it all."