The Sociopath and the Doctor

(I hate this chapter)

JOHN'S P.O.V

I sat at an empty table in a cafe staring at nothing.

"Hey, are you gonna buy something? You've been here a while."

"What? Oh, no." I stood up and walked out of the cafe. I texted Harry.

When is the party?

She responded in a few seconds.

Harry:

6:30 PM

I sighed. That was in a half an hour. I took a cab to the flat to get ready. My heart sank as the smell of Sherlock blew toward me as I opened the door. I snuck into my room seeing that sherlock was "sleeping" on the couch, probably just ignoring me. I took a suit out of my closet and put it on. With Sherlock still ignoring, I walked out of the door and down the stairs.

I took a cab to the party and Harry automatically recognized me.

"John! It's so nice to see you!"

"Hi Harry." We both hugged and she greeted me to Clara.

"Wait, where's your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Where is he?"

"He's not coming."

"Aw, I was looking forward to meet him, anyway come inside! Everything is starting now."

She led me in the building and people were dancing and drinking. She was lost in a crowd of people congratulating her. I smiled and sat down at the bar.

"Just one beer please."

I was given the drink and sat there looking at the party. I wished Sherlock were here. Wait, no I don't, he thinks I'm an idiot. I sighed and continued to just sit there. Someone joined me.

"Er- Hi." Someone said behind me. I turned around to see a slender face with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He had freckles on his nose and had a cute smile.

"Hi. I'm John. John Watson." I smiled and held out a hand for him to shake it.

"I'm Zach."

He ordered a beer and we started talking.

"I heard you're Harry's brother, I'm Clara's brother."

"Nice to meet you." We smiled.

"Did- Did you come here, with anyone else?" He blushed.

"Oh, no I didn't." Was he flirting? No it doesn't matter. Sherlock wouldn't even know. Would he?

"Great! I mean, that's cool."

I started to laugh. Slow music started to play.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Um, sure."

He took my hand which made me tingly. Is this ok to do?

He put his arms on my neck and mine were on his waist. We kept talking.

"So, what do you like to do?" Zach asked with a shy smile, his bright green eyes focused on mine.

"Oh, well I was an army doctor, now I guess I sorta solve crimes with my friend. Sherlock Holmes." Saying his name made me feel weird.

"Oh. Are you and him..."

"No, no. It's fine he doesn't care about me."

"Oh."

An awkward silence was created and Zach was looking down.

He looked up into my eyes.

Something unexpected happened.

He leant in, and our lips touched.