Sherlock Holmes and the case of Twisted Love

CHAPTER 14

IZZY'S POV

Gradually, I feel myself become more aware of my surroundings. I still feel tired and my head really hurts. I can't even remember coming to bed last night. All I can recall was going to some bar with Harper. Aah, that explains a lot. We got drunk. And now, I have to deal with the hangover.

I sigh and roll over to reach for my phone. It hurts my eyes to see the screen so I immediately turn the brightness down and check my notifications. I have multiple texts from Sherlock:

Morning Gorgeous are you okay?

Oh sorry, you're probably not awake

I apologise if I woke you up

But are you okay?

I left you a glass of water and some tablets on your bedside table. Do you need anything else?

I decide to reply with

A hug?

I hear feet on the stairs pretty much straight away and a light knock on my door

"Izzy?" he whispers

"Come in"

He opens the door and sighs with a small smile as his eyes find me wrapped in my covers

"Hi" he says and starts to walk towards me

I smile at him and pull the quilt up inviting him in as well as a gust of cold air. He takes the offer and lays down beside me wrapping his arms around me

"How are you feeling?" He asks

"Awful" I decide to be blunt and rest my head in the crook of his neck.

We stay like this for a few minutes before Harper comes into my room

"Do you feel as shit as I do?" She asks me before noticing Sherlock's head next to mine and sighs "It's way too early for Shezzy to be happening right now"

"Shezzy?" Sherlock questions her

"Yeah... Sherlock" she points at my boyfriend "and Izzy" pointing at me "... together" she informs him with another hand gesture

I pull myself out of my bed but shudder when the cold hits me as my feet touch the floor and a rush of nausea comes over me. I run to the bathroom and slam the door behind me.

-

After getting a shower and drinking about a gallon of water I head downstairs and take a seat next to Harper who's sat with her head in her hands

"Alright?"

"Yeah, feeling so much better than earlier and I'm trying to remember what happened last night but I just can't"

"Yeah I haven't got a clue either. Sherlock?"

He looks at me and sighs

"And where's John?" Harper asks him

"Well yesterday, Mary was...sadly taken away from us. She was shot and ... erm, John went home to be by himself " he hesitates "I asked him if he wanted me to go with him but he said he would prefer to be alone for a bit and told me to stay here and look after you two"

I didn't know what to do or how to react, how to make it better. I can't believe Mary is dead. And we were that drunk last night I didn't even register something was wrong. Harper moves closer to me and puts her arm around my shoulder, she didn't know Mary well at all but I appreciate the comfort.

"How is John?" I ask

"As you would expect, broken"

"And you?"

"Umm, I'm alright I suppose"

"Oh Sherlock, I'm so sorry"

I get up and give him a hug hoping from the gesture he understands how bad I feel.

Harper's phone vibrates and as I look at her, she takes her phone and checks the message.

HARPER'S POV

I saw you were out with Izzy last night, have fun?

I look up to make sure Izzy wasn't reading over my shoulder before typing my reply

Totally... my head is pounding and I've thrown up 3 times today

Izzy had moved to sit next to Sherlock and so was distracted from me

Pity... was going to ask you to go for a meal with me tonight...

Yes.

Yes?

I'll come.

But if you feel like shit?...

It'll be worth it.

Okay. See you at 7:30, Harper.

I checked the time. 12:33. I got up and excused myself. I need to go buy a dress.

IZZY'S POV

"I'm going for a walk. I need some air" Harper says standing up

"Oh okay" I nod my head as she walks out

I turn to face Sherlock and give him a questioning look. He shrugs his shoulders, just as confused as I am. I go into the kitchen to get us a drink

"Izzy?!" Sherlock calls

"Yeah?" I put my head round the door

"I've got something to tell you and its quite personal so take it how you like" he says softly

"Oh... Okay"

I walk back to take my seat again beside him. He leans in closer towards me in order to tell me but instead digs his hands into my ribs and starts tickling me.

I hate him.

I try to form sentences to stop him but couldn't due to laughing.

Alright. Payback.

I move my hands to a position to tickle him back only to get them grabbed and pinned down.

I hate him so much.

Somehow we'd made our way onto the floor. Me laid on my back with my hands held either side of my head and Sherlock on top of me knees either side of my legs. One of his hands was holding both of mine above my head and the other was ticking my stomach. I was trying so hard to get my breath back when I heard feet on the floor and look up to see Mrs Hudson stood in the doorway just looking at us. We make eye contact and she smiles awkwardly

"Oh... Urm... I am interrupting something"

Sherlock looks up and smiles at her

"We'll take this somewhere else"

He takes my hand and helps me up before leading me into his bedroom while we were both still laughing, leaving Mrs Hudson chuckling to herself as she goes back downstairs.