A/n: this is so short and from my other oneshot story but I really only want one so yeah it's kinda cute tho
The patter of footsteps wakes me up from my sleep. I blink my eyes, thinking it's already morning but It's still dark and I didn't hear my alarm go off?
"Sherlock" I hear the groggy voice of John say. "Get up!" Sherlock yells at him.
"You too y/n, it's important"
John groans "Sherlock it's 2 in the bloody morning, I am not getting up!" He says. I sit up and rub my eyes. Obviously Sherlock had some explains to do.
"But there's been a murder John" Sherlock explains as if that makes it all better.
"No Sherl-"
"But John murder" Sherlock whines. I feel John shift on the bed next to me and then hear the thump of a pillow hitting Sherlock in the face and an "oof"
"Go to sleep" John orders him. Sherlock whines but leaves the room muttering under his breathe.
"Goodnight y/n"
"Goodnight John"
