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

Chapter 8.

AUTHOR NOTE
I think I should mention someone because they helped me come up with the idea of bringing Moriarty into this so, thank you @tentube.
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John's POV
When we arrive at the gates of Newlands, Sherlock gets out of the cab and sprints into the school. I thank the driver and start running after him. It's hard to keep up with him and his long legs.

When I finally walk in he's on his bed thinking. "Why'd you run?" I ask, placing my hands on my knees. "No reason, now shut up. I'm trying to think". I keep quite and pick up my phone. Harry's texted me again.

What did he want? What happened? -HW
Nothing, he was just playing his violin. We had a pillow fight then we went into London, he took me to a book shop. -JW
Why were you two having a pillow fight? Did something else happen ;)? Did you get any good books? -HW
HARRY!! Nothing else happened! We were just hitting each other because he was making fun of my jumper. No I forgot my wallet in my room so I didn't buy anything. -JW
Aw okay, what ever you say John ;). I'll talk to you later, bye -HW
Bye-JW
I looked over to Sherlock. He was still thinking. I walked over to my desk and picked up one of books and lay down on my bed.

When I put my head on my pillow it felt like there was something hard underneath. "What the hell?" I mumbled as I lifted my pillow. "What the actual hell?" I picked the book and held it close to my eyes trying to read the name of it. It was "The Hobbit". I looked over to Sherlock. He was looking at me, grinning. "Did you do this ?" He nodded in reply. "Wait you did pay for it right?" He stopped smiling "Of course I did John."

I ran over to him throwing my arms around his neck, "thank you so much Sherlock" I whispered in his ear. "It's okay John. It's only a book." He said back. "Well it's the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a long time". He gingerly put his hands on my back, then pulled me in tighter to him.

"You okay Sherlock?" I asked him. "Oh yes, sorry. I didn't mean to, you know" he said awkwardly releasing me. "No it's okay Sherlock. I don't mind". He nodded in thanks. "Thanks again, for the book"
"it's okay John, you don't need to keep thanking me."
"Sorry."

I walked over to my new book and carefully placed it beside my others. "Aren't you going to read it?" Sherlock asked looking up at me, he looked almost disappointed. "No, I will later. I was kinda hoping that, no, never mind"

Sherlock's POV
"What is it John?"
"No, no it's nothing. It's fine."
"John" I say sternly, giving him an angry look. "Fine. I was kind of hoping that you would, um, reh it weff meh" He said it so low I could understand him. "What. Speak up John."
"I was hoping you would read it with me" he said turning away. He was blushing furiously.

"Okay then"
"W-what?" He stuttered. "I said 'okay then', meaning I would read it with you. That is what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Y-yeah, if you don't mind". I smiled at him in reply. He smiled back, then turned back to his book.

"So, when do you wanna read it?"
"Oh, um, whenever" he said uncomfortably shifting around on his bed. "Come on John. Give me an idea at least."
"I don't mind. I'll read when ever you want to"
"well, what time is it now?".
"It's about five-ish now. Dinner's in an hour, so around half seven?"
"Okay, half seven it is."

John's POV
Sherlock was thinking again so I stayed quiet. I read until is was six. "You coming to dinner Sherlock?" I asked him.
"No, you go ahead. I'm not hungry"
"Okay I'll see you in a bit". he didn't say anything else so I walked out the room. There was a few other people there so I followed them. I didn't really know anyone so I just walked by myself.

I was walking down some stairs when I felt someone grab my shoulder, it made me jump. I turned to see Greg. "Hey John, why you walking by yourself?"
"Hi Greg, Sherlock's not really hungry and I don't really know anyone one else so"
"You wanna eat with me? I can introduce you to some of my friends"
"Okay thanks"

I didn't say much at dinner. I was too busy thinking. " isn't that right John?" I heard Greg saying. "Sorry what?" I said looking up from my dinner. "I was just saying that you were the only one that bothered to show up for training this morning." "Oh, yeah".

I faced my dinner again. I wasn't eating much, thinking about the football match tomorrow doesn't exactly give you an appetite. Especially that fact that you were more than likely to get a beating after it, due to the fact that you are going to lose.

I jumped when someone had placed their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see that it was a boy with a malicious grin. He was about my height, maybe slightly taller, he had black hair that was slicked back and was wearing a suit. "Jim Moriarty, hi" he said while sticking his hand out at me. He was Irish going by his accent.

"Oh what do you want James?" Greg snarled from beside me. "Oh please Greg, call me Jim. I just came to say hello to John, you know, seeing as he's new and all. People like having friends"
"Yeah, well he has friends. And I don't think anyone would proudly call you a friend of theirs"

I could almost feel the tension in the air. They kept roaring abuse at each other, so I just went back to staring at my dinner. When they had finished Jim turned to me and leaned close to my ear. "Sherlock Holmes is not good company. Neither or any of these idiots. Eventually you'll come to your senses and want to be on my side. I'll be waiting John Watson" he whispered. He then stood up straight and took a few steps before turning around to me again. "No rush". That was the last thing he said before he ran off, pulling a tall blond boy along with him. I had tried to forget about him after that.

After dinner was finished I walked back up to my room. When I walked in I saw that Sherlock hadn't moved, I don't understand how he could stay still for so long. I looked over to the clock it was 6:45. He hadn't moved for 45 minutes.

I sat down on the chair that was besides he desk and stared out the window. Although it was around seven it was dark. It was really clear so I could see the stars perfectly. I was always interested in constellations .

Sherlock's POV
I heard John come in but I didn't move. When I opened my eyes he was staring out the window. I went for a shower at seven. It was 7:25 when I got out, I saw that John was in his bed waiting for me. I grabbed his book and sat beside him in his bed.

He was a slow reader but I didn't mind, I just liked being close to him. After about 2 chapter John stopped reading." Sherlock?" He said looking up at me "yes?"
"Would you mind reading to me for a bit? It's just I'm getting tired."
"Okay John, you lie down".

I waited for him to lie down, when he did he pulled his blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes. I had read a page or two when he started snoring. I looked over at him, his mouth was hanging open, I chuckled as I got up. I put the book back with his others and tucked him up in his quilt. I sat up watching him for a while before I fell asleep myself.

*D'aw they are reading together!! I want someone to read to me until I fall asleep :o !! thanks for reading again. COMMENT !! Thanks love yas all :D BYEE