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

Chapter 9.

AUTHOR NOTE
Okay so I just have to get up to the first kiss !! I swear it is going to be in the next chapter! I think this is the 3rd chapter I've uploaded tonight? it's not the last thought, I will add the next chapter bit that's it for a while so take your time my pretties. you have to comment, for me, like come on, I've just bloody uploaded like 3 chapters for god sakes! love yas!! BYEE.
Ps this is quite a long chapter so the next might no be as long but anyways, on with the story!! Allons-y!!

When I woke up John was dressed in his football gear. I looked at the clock, 12:14. He had a football match in 26 minutes. I got up and got dressed. John left without saying anything at 12:25.

I quietly followed him from a distance. When he went into the changing rooms I went outside and climbed a tree. I decided that I would watch the game from here.

When the team came out I saw John looking into the crowd. I followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at a man I presumed was his father. He looked like John very much, except from the fact the he was about 6 and a half foot.

He had the same sandy blond hair and blue eyes. The only difference, apart from height, was that his father looked very angry all the time. It was like anger was carved into his face. He reminded me of my step-father. He looked very threatening, I then knew why John was so frightened by him.

I didn't really pay attention to the match, I was just watching John, but it wasn't hard to tell that they were losing.

After the match was finished the score was 3-11. I got down from the tree and went looking for John. I found him and for a brief moment our eyes met, before his father pulled him away from the crowd. He looked scared, I was worried what his father might do to him so I followed them quietly.

"What the hell John ?! The only reason we sent you here was so you could get good at football." I was surprised that all the others couldn't hear him, he was shouting really loudly. " I-I'm sorry dad. It isn't my fault, I can't help if the other guys aren't very good"

"Why are you blaming the other guys? It's you that's no good!" I heard him slap him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" I said stepping out from where I was hiding. "Yeah? Why not? What are you gonna do about it?"
" I could get you removed from this school immediately, I could get a restraining order. You would never be aloud back on these school grounds"
"Does it look like I give a shit?! Don't worry I'll have you all to myself when you come home for mid-term" he said turning to John hitting him again, making him fall to the ground, then kicking him in the chest, before he turned to leave.

He turned his head in my direction "and you better keep your mouth shut, you little dick". Then he left.

When he was out of sight I quickly turn to John." John? John are you okay? Talk to me. Tell me where you're hurting. John? Come on say something!"
"I'm fine Sherlock, calm down. Just shush a minute."

I stayed quite. I saw that he was struggling to get up so I quickly ran over to him and picked him up. "Um Sherlock? Could you put me down?"
"No, I have to take you to the nurse. Just wait a sec while everyone leaves."

I carried John into the school like a husband would carry him newly wed wife. "Look like you're really sick or nearly dying or something."
"Yeah sure, wouldn't want people to talk." 'What did he mean by that ? Forget it' I walk thinking to myself again.

When I walked into Mrs. Hudson her face suddenly drained from all colour. "Oh dear, what happened Sherlock?"
" it's okay Mrs. Hudson, it's not as bad as it looks. John here's just acting."

He jumped out of my arms. Bad idea. He didn't realise that he had went over his ankle when his father hit him to the ground. He probably didn't notice with everything else going on.