Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 4: Flatmates?

Sherlock's POV

"Right across the street like I said." I said, leading (Y/N) to my flat. She followed behind us, grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you so smiley about?" John asks, throwing his arm around her and ruffling her hair slightly.

She laughed and shook his hand off her hair. "I'm not 14 anymore John Watson." She giggled, throwing her hair back, the waves kissing her cheeks gently. "And I'm smiling because I'm not bored."

I laughed, fluffing my hair with my hands before we walked into the flat. I caught (Y/N) staring at me. I smirked and held the door for her.

"Thanks." She nodded to me as she walked in. "Wow! Nice flat!" She said, spinning around to get a good view.

"The upstairs is nice to." John said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. I furrowed my brow. Relationship? No! Old flame? Possibly...

"Sherlock!" John called, motioning me up from the top of the stairs. I went up the stairs and saw (Y/N) almost in awe.

"This is way bigger than my flat!" She cried with envy. "Skull?" She asked, pointing at the skull on the fireplace mantel.

"A friend of mine..." She giggled, making me smile. John looked over at me and smirked. I ignored him. "So... uh... want a cuppa?" I asked awkwardly, already walking towards the kitchen.

"Tea would be lovely thanks!" She said, sitting down on the couch while John sat in his chair. (Y/N) jumped up when he thought he wasn't looking and jumped on the arm of the chair, wrapping him in a half-choke hold.

"(Y/N)!" He giggled, patting her around like a ball of yarn. "Just sit on the bloody arm!" He exclaimed, still smiling.

She exhaled, catching her breath as she adjusted herself on the arm. "You're old!"

"And you're weak!" John said with fake sass, pushing her a bit.

"Alright ladies break it up." I said, bringing over three cups of tea and placing it on the table. John smirked at me, steadying (Y/N) back onto the chair.

"Thanks Mr. Holmes!" She said sweetly, taking the cup and warming her hands with it.

"Sherlock, is fine, thanks." She nodded at me.

"Thanks Sherlock." I smiled. It felt good to hear my name coming out of a person's mouth who didn't want to either kill me or hated me.

"I play violin when I think. I don't talk for long periods of time, could go on for days really."

"You left out the part where you can be an annoying dick to." (Y/N) snickered as John took a sip of his tea. I blushed a little, doing my best to hide it by looking down.

"Why are you saying this?" She asked, taking another sip of her tea and placing it on the arm of the chair.

"Would it bother you?"

"Would what bother me?"

"The things that I said. Would they bother you?"

"Oh christ." John rolled his eyes and looked at (Y/N), "he's wondering if you want to move in."

She looked surprised for a moment, looking down into her cup of tea like it was the last time that she would ever see it. She smiled a bit.

"Move in with you? I just met you!"

"Yes but we know almost everything about each other."

"You know everything about me! I know nothing about you." She said, huffing and crossing her arms.

"I think you'd like to keep it that way." John said. I looked up and I saw her (Y/E/C) eyes looking me up and down. She stopped when she realized that I was looking at her.

She was clever, very clever, yes. But she hid it. She was so clever you could see it behind her eyes, maybe almost as clever as me. She smirked at me, her eyes looking down.

"Alright then." She said, and I straightened up, almost shocked. "When do I move in?"