All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

Charlie's POV

I woke up on Monday morning and saw John was still sound asleep. I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom, smiling to myself as I did so. John just made me happy. I got this feeling in my stomach whenever he looked at me; like someone had set a thousand butterflies loose inside of me, so they bumped around and my chest tightened. He had an incredible smile that could light up the darkest days, and his eyes were always so bright and gorgeous. 

I locked the bathroom door and went over to the sink, turning the water on, splashing the cool liquid over my face. Why did I care about him? Was I gay? Bisexual? Was I only interested in John? I couldn't deny I had feelings for him. There was no point in even trying. He was amazing, incredible... And with my luck, probably straight. 

I ran a comb through my black curls and wiped the sleeping dust out of my eyes. Sherlock. What was Sherlock? John would always mumble that in his sleep. Sometimes it was a happy Sherlock and sometimes it was a sorrowful Sherlock. Was Sherlock a person? A town? A pet? I would ask John about it, but I felt it would be wrong. 'I remembered Anderson saying something about John's boyfriend, and John didn't deny it. Boyfriend though. So he was gay, but he had a boyfriend. I laughed at myself. Of course John had a boyfriend. Who wouldn't want John? He's gorgeous, sweet, funny, caring, talented, and strong. 

I sighed and went to the loo before washing my hands and going back into the main room. John had just woken up. He sat up in his bed and scratched the back of his head. He looked up at me and smiled, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. His smile drove me insane, and I couldn't help but grin  back at him. 

We packed our schoolbags, talking and laughing together, and even though my heart ached for him, I had to remember that John had a boyfriend. Is that who Sherlock is? Is Sherlock the name of John's boyfriend? Sherlock and John. As much as I hated to admit it, it had a nice ring to it. But then again, so did John and Charlie. 

John got up and took off his tight white t-shirt right in front of me, giving me a view of his muscular torso that drove me insane. He had a purple scar across his chest, and he flinched when he saw me looking at it, quickly shoving his school shirt on.

"Wait!" I said too quickly. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Wait, erm, is that the scar from your bullet wound?"

"Erm, yeah," John replied.

"Can I have a look at it?"

John nodded, and I went over to him and pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, so it hung down around his arms. I traced the lines of John's scar with my finger, wondering why someone would shoot a teenager, let alone John Watson. Realising I was still touching John's chest and he was watching me, I looked up, and my eyes locked with his. My hand was still on John's chest, but suddenly it was just John and I. 

After what seemed like a lifetime of looking into his eyes, which was really a few seconds, John turned his head to the side, moving his gaze elsewhere.Boyfriend. Right.  I cleared my throat. "Sorry."

John shook his head. "It's fine. We should probably head downstairs though, otherwise we'll miss breakfast."

"Right, yeah."

We grabbed our school bags and headed out the door, John ahead of me. I watched as he pushed through the crowds of students,  and since he was the new captain of the rugby team he obviously had a dominant position in the school. Girls and boys alike greeted him, and I noticed he didn't really show much interest in any of them. Girls checked him out, and boys seemed eager to be his friend, but he didn't seem to care. I was glad to be an exception to that, but I wasn't sure if that was still the case. I had screwed things up by creating a moment between us. He had a boyfriend. It wasn't fair on him to put him in a position to feel uncomfortable. I'd have to fall back and grit my teeth.