Adored by Him // sheriarty AU oneshot

Adored By Him

• James' POV  •

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And I won't hate you
But oh it stings
How does it feel to be adored by him
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I sit on the raggedy beige sofa, blaring music passing through my ears and to my brain, and a red plastic cup of vodka in my left hand. I've always hated house parties: the music is always too loud and disturbs neighbours, the guests use it as a time to get drunk and have sex, and instead I sit on a sofa, alone, and completely sober. I only came to this ludicrous party because Molly asked me to come - my best friend. She said that if I didn't come then I'd regret it, well I regret coming in the first place. The music is tasteless, there are a lot of slutty girls compared to guys and I feel riddled with anxiety and depression.

Alcohol and depression isn't a good mix.

So tonight I am staying 100% sober, even though I'm holding an alcoholic beverage to fit into the crowd. I am nothing like the people in this house. The people here are insecure and want to get drunk to drink away their pains and sorrows. They want to forget everything and live like there's no tomorrow. But there is a tomorrow, and if you drink an excessive amount, that tomorrow will be spent in front of a toilet with your head banging like crazy.

On the sofa I watch the events that unfold in front of me. Twenty to thirty people managed to fit in the small living room of some random college grads house. Half of the people are dancing in the middle, holding beer bottles and staining the carpet, dancing to the latest Justin Bieber song. Personally I find that music tasteless - give me a Beatles record any day. A small group of people stand in the corner of the room, mainly straight guys, staring at the slutty girls who dance in the middle of the room, showing off to the guys to try and get a good time. It makes me laugh how so many people are so transparent. Then there's the couple next to me in the room at the edge of the sofa, making out and making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

I wish I knew where Molly was.

I sit awkwardly on the sofa, nibbling at the edge of my red plastic cup, becoming nervous as I am surrounded by strangers. And also because I feel incredibly self conscious - everyone dressed slutty and then there's me wearing a Star Trek t-shirt. Why did Molly invite me Here? She knows this isn't my scene. And why would she invite me here to then not spend time with me? Oh right, that's why...

Because she's with him.

It hurts to even mention it - the fact that she's dating the guy that I have had a huge crush on for years now. She doesn't know of course, as it would cause too much friction, but if she did know then she'd know how much it's hurting me. My best friend is dating the guy I love. Sherlock Holmes. The sweetest, most brilliantly intelligent guy on earth. She's so lucky to have him. But of course, what am I talking about. Why do I think that I would ever get a chance with Sherlock Holmes? We hardly know each other, and even if he is bisexual, he would never get with me. I'm not his type.

And it kills me.

I try to think of something else, anything else, so I wouldn't burst into tears there and then. I didn't want the embarrassment put upon me. This is a house party: a time to have fun and care less about life in the now. I stay determined, I lift the red plastic cup in my left hand, and I down the whole thing. It was a huge mistake. I choke on the drink, sitting forward and coughing like crazy. Suddenly, I feel a hand stroke my back up and down. I tense, I stop coughing, and I slowly turn to see the person comforting me. It's none other than Sherlock Holmes himself...and he's rubbing my back, though I'm not complaining.