All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

Jim Moriarty's POV

"Hey baby," I said sweetly into my cellphone.

"Hey yourself," came Sebastian's reply from the other end of the phone. 

"Is everything in place?"

"You bet. I had it all sorted out this morning. It should be ready within a month." I grinned as I heard this. 

"That's brilliant. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up and rolled my eyes. People were so stupid. I couldn't believe Sebastian thought he was different to everyone else. Only one person was actually different other than me, and that was Sherlock Holmes. I would make him mine. I would remove John Watson from the equation. I had a plan, a brilliant plan, that -as Sebastian had said- would span out in a month. A month until Sherlock was mine. 

I walked up the familiar pathway up to the Baker block in Baskerville Boarding School, and looked around at all the imbeciles. Ugh. It was a tedious process, having to play with others who weren't Sherlock. There was no simulation at all. 

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and I knew it was Charlie. Oh, dear sweet Charlie. I was going to ruin him, too. I was constantly looking for destruction, and soon, I would have it. "Hey, baby," I said, putting on my fake mask. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. 

"Hello," Charlie kissed my cheek and moved to stand beside me. He grinned at me and ran a hand through his black curls, his blue eyes sparkling. Sentiment was kicking in. He was falling for me, and he was falling hard and fast. I smiled, and he mistook that for feeling. "Are we still going out?"

I nodded at him and grabbed his hand. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" 

It was a Saturday afternoon, and every weekend Charlie and I would do something together, whether it be walks, activities, meals, whatever. "We were so lucky to get away before that bomb exploded," Charlie commented as we walked back out of the school grounds. 

"Yeah. That's pretty scary, huh?"

"I'll say. It just sucks John and Sherlock got the blow." Charlie looked at me as he said that, and I could see he was questioning our relationship. 

"Erm, Charlie, I was just wondering... I erm... I really like you, and I'm actually falling for you, do you think we could actually make a go of this?" I looked at the ground as though I was embarrassed, and Charlie chuckled. 

"Of course. I'm falling for you, too."

We stopped walking, and I took Charlie's other hand in mine so we looked into each others eyes. I grinned and moved in closer to Charlie, his eyes closing while mine were wide open. Our lips met, and we kissed. Absently, I closed my eyes and found I was actually enjoying the kiss. I pulled away quickly, horrified that I actually enjoyed something other than destruction. 

I smiled to assure him nothing was wrong, and we continued walking. We had been dating for a month or so, I wasn't really keeping track of it because I didn't actually care. It'd be over in a month's time anyway. 

Charlie's POV

We walked along the riverside, chatting away, talking about what we wanted to do in the future. Jim wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he said he wanted to make the world a better place. I smiled at that. He was perfect. He was sweet, kind, incredibly intelligent, and my goodness, was he gorgeous or what? I was so lucky to have him. I was so lucky to be able to wrap my arms around his waist and breath in his masculine scent, knowing he was mine. 

Jim was really great, and I felt this indescribable chemistry between us, and I loved it. I loved him. I wanted us to last forever, and I really hoped we would last forever. 

Sherlock and John got a bit strange around Jim. I didn't know why they were like that; always a bit cold and distant, and I knew better than to ask about it. Sherlock was just starting to come right with me, and I didn't want to jeopardise that. I wasn't attracted to John anymore, and I really wanted nothing more than for us to be friends. That's it. 

At first, I was only with Jim to try and make John jealous, but while doing that, I had fallen for Jim. How cool was that? My face hurt from grinning so much, and I couldn't stop it. I was so happy. 

My parents didn't know yet that I was gay. Tom, my roommate, didn't know I was in a relationship. Jim was my dirty little secret, which made the whole thing appeal to me that much more. It rebellious of me to be with him. Charlie Moriarty. Charles Moriarty. I liked the sound of that. Charles Moriarty. 

"What are you thinking about?" Jim asked me, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're grinning from ear to ear."

"Oh, nothing," I replied with a light laugh. "I'm just happy, that's all."

"I am too." 

I smiled at Jim, and he smiled back, before pulling me on top of him, bringing his lips to mine. Jim's lips were soft and warm, feeling inviting against mine. Jim's fingers pulled at my curls and I groaned into his mouth, as Jim smiled against my lips.

We pulled away at the same time and smiled at each other again. We continued about our day and I was in my own happy little bubble.

When I got back to Baskerville that night, Tom was sitting on his bed listening to music. He looked up as I came in, and he looked angry. "Where've you been?!" He exclaimed, standing up so he was at my height.  His dark eyes blazed angrily, and he looked genuinely hurt. 

"I... Was out with a friend. What's your problem, then?"

"I don't have a problem!" Tom shouted at me. 

"Alright then," I said, laughing to try lighten the mood. Tom wasn't having any of it. 

"Why are you laughing?" He snapped at me. 

"Why are you being such an arse?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" I ran a hand through my hair, beginning to lose my cool. "I need to go to the bathroom. Please move out of my way."

"No. Who were you with?"

"It doesn't matter; it's none of your business, either. Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

Tom wouldn't move, so with all my strength, I shoved him onto his bed, going into the bathroom. I shouted out when I looked around. He had trashed it. Towels were everywhere, the sink was flooded, and soap was covering the mirror. 

I turned off the faucet and stormed out of the bathroom and looked at my idiot of a roommate. "What the fuck is your problem?!"

"You!" Tom shouted at me, pulling at his hair as he glared up at me. "You jackass! You've been with that Jim guy, haven't you!?"

"It's none of your business!" I screamed at him.  "Why does it concern you?!"

"Because I fucking love you, you idiot!" Tom got up and stormed out of the room. 

I sighed and fell on my bed, looking at the ceiling, running my hand through my curls. Who knew things would become so stressful? 

(A/N- How do you guys feel about Charlie now? Next update tomorrow, hopefully, if not tonight. Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it! Oh! And if any of you have Instagram, you should follow me @consultingmoonwalker and I'll follow back, because I'm new and because I think you guys are all fab :) I love you all, my lovelies!

-CH xx)