(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 5. (Edited.)

TW a little bit of vile talk
John's POV
I was sprinting to get back to my room, I wanted to see Sherlock. When I saw the door of my room I ran up to it and looked in to see if Sherlock was there. He was, he saw me and smiled at me so I smiled back.

I was happy to see him. His pale face looked slightly flushed and his black curls were sticking up all over the place. He looked funny. I stifled a giggle. "What? What is it, is there something on my face?" He almost demanded. I picked the mirror that was on the middle of his desk and held it up to his face, he laughed at the sight of his hair which resembled a birds nest.

We giggled to ourselves for a few seconds before Sherlock came to an abrupt stop. His eyes shot to mine, his face held a blank expression. "You're hiding something," he mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Sorry?" I asked,slightly confused. "I said, you're hiding something. Something you want to tell me or ask me, what is it?" He demanded. "Oh, it-it's nothing," I replied, looking away, cursing myself for stuttering.

"No, it's something, now tell me what it is,"

"Sherlock just forget it, okay?" I pleaded, a slight blush creeping up my neck.

Sherlock's POV
As I waited for him to reply, his cheeks grew red. "Sherlock just forget it, okay?" He sounded angry.
"Please John, I really want to know," I begged, I never beg for anything. "Fine, Sherlock, if you really want to know, I was wondering why you grabbed me this morning," he mumbled, turning away as his blush deepened.

I'm glad he had turned as I felt my own cheeks grown warm. I didn't even know. What can I say? Why am I blushing?

"Um, it-it was an, an experiment," I lay down on my bed facing the wall. He turned around, I could feel his eyes burning into my skull. I wish I hadn't asked now.

He walked over to his desk and picked up the book he was reading the morning. Well I say read, he just used it to cover his face while he stared at me.

John's POV
I grabbed my book and sat on my bed. I wasn't reading it, but looking at Sherlock. There was something about him that was mesmerising. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

His hair was beautiful, his black curls are perfectly placed on his head and his eyes. They're beautiful. They sparkle like the ocean on a summers day. He's beautiful. Wait what am I going on about I sound like a girl. I stop thinking about Sherlock and turn my attention to my book.

I couldn't read it, my mind wouldn't focus. So I put it back with the others and pick up my phone. I see that I have three messages and two missed calls. Shit, I completely forgot about mum and Harry.

I opened the first message Hey John, how you getting on? You make any friends yet? Any nice looking girls or boys? ;) Text you later -HW

The second one John why you not texting me back, you okay? Text me when you get this please-HW

The third one John text me right now or I'm coming to that school to see you -HW, shit.
Hey Harry, calm down, I'm fine you don't need to come here. I was just at class text me later, okay? -JW

The missed calls were from mum. "Sherlock, I'll be back in a minute, I just need to make a call," he doesn't say anything, he's thinking again. I ring my mum, it rings three times when she picks up "H-hello? Who's there?" She asks "Hi mum, it's me, John. I saw that you called me a couple times, you okay?"

"Oh, John, sorry, how's school going and everything? you settling in alright?"

"Yeah, yeah it's great. How's everything back home?"