*a few days later*
HARPER'S POV
We stumbled through the door laughing our heads off at the smallest things. I made my way up the stairs which was a challenge in itself and fell through the living room door. Izzy stood over me laughing her head off before eventually deciding to help me up.
My vision was blurry, there was a slight ringing in my ears and the room was spinning. I could still make out John and Sherlock in the room sat in there usual seats. Something was wrong but my messed up brain couldn't work out what
"Baaabeeee!" Izzy shouted running passed me and straight into Sherlock. She threw her body at him and hugged him.
"Hi" he said quietly "you alright?"
She smacked her lips on his in an attempt to kiss him but it was messy and looked more like she was trying to devour him. Leaving him with a stain of her pink lipstick all over his mouth
"I'm perfect" she said
"You're drunk" Sherlock stated
'Noooo I'm not" she slurred falling into the seat next to his and snuggling beside him
I take a seat next to John and then look at him. He has his head in his hands but looks up to meet my gaze. His eyes are bloodshot, his face tearstained. But, in my drunken state, these things do not register so I smile a stupid smile at him. He shakes his head and returns to his previous position and starts the sob again.
I wave my hand at Izzy signalling her to come sit next to me
"Do you think John is cute? Because I do" I try to whisper
"Sshh, your no good at whispering" and we burst into a fit of giggles "well yeah I do. But" she turns her head towards her boyfriend "Sherlock though?"
"Yeah, true. You did good!"
She nods her head and smiles proudly
"Wait, Jim Moriarty?"
"Oh My God, yes!"
"Izzy!"
"Yes Sherlock?"
"Did you just say you think Jim Moriarty is good-looking?"
"Noooo! Not as good-looking as you!" she says stumbling back over to him and kissing him again
"And Harper?"
"Hmm"
"How do you know what he looks like?"
"...Papers!"
John gets up
"How can you say that? How can you have this conversation? All of you! My wife has just been shot! And your sat talking about who you think is better looking! Come on people, have some respect! Please?"
He storms out of the room slamming the door behind him
"He has got a point-" Sherlock says but I cut him off
"Was it something I said?" I ask the closed the door which sets Izzy off laughing again. Tears streaming from her eyes and clutching her stomach
"But, no wait. Do you know who would be cute together?" Izzy asks me
"Sherlock and Moriarty??" I ask
"Yes oh my God. But that wasn't what I was going to say"
"Oh who?"
"Well you know Mycroft?"
"Sherlock's brother?"
"Yeah. And that inspector that comes round to get Sherlock's help all the time"
"You mean Lestrade?"
"Yes! Well those two!"
"Pffftt" I laugh actually crying now "You're so right! Ship name?"
"Sherlock?"
"Hmm?"
"What's Lestrade's first name?"
"Ermm..."
"What? You don't know?"
"...Graham?"
I think for a minute trying to come up with a name for them without needing to know his first name
"I've got it! Mystrade!"
"Yes! Mystrade! We need to get them together now!"
Sherlock opens his mouth to protest but Izzy cuts him off
"And, and, what about Sherlock and John?"
"Oooooh! Sherlon? Sher... Sher..." I say trying to think of a ship name
"JOHNLOCK!" Izzy shouts at the top of her lungs
"Right, that's it. Time for bed" Sherlock tells us with authority in his voice
"But Sheeerlooock. I'm not tired" Izzy moans like a small child
"I don't care. Come on"
He opens his arms to take her and she gladly agrees
"Can I get you anything?" he asks me
"No I'll be fine thanks" I say but can't help thinking how nice it would be to have someone take care of me
"Come on, let's get you into something more comfortable" he soothed putting his arm supportively round her back and helping her out of the room and up to her bedroom.
I walked up to my room and got changed before heading into Izzy's. She was sat on the bed but still swaying slightly and Sherlock was looking through everything to find something. I could tell he was struggling so reached behind her pillow and pulled out her pyjamas saying to him
"I'll take over shall I?"
"No no no, I can do this"
But as he us stood there, Izzy has laid down on her bed and curled up into a ball
"Okay! I give up" he pushes past me and out of the room.
I help Izzy out of her dress and into her pyjamas and get her into bed
"Goodnight Izzy" I whisper although I'm pretty sure she's out cold
I've drank just as much as her but it's made her far worse. Lightweight.
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