BBC Sherlock imagines

School Trip

You are 15 years old on a school trip to London.
You found it hard to make friends when you started high school in a new town. You knew no one and no matter how hard you tried you always ended up sat on your own in the corner. That was until half way through the year a new boy started. Usually people always left gaps between you when sitting in class but he walked in to his first ever lesson and when he saw you alone, immediately went and sat next to you. He smiled as he sat down and all you could manage was a bewildered expression. "Sherlock Holmes" he whispered as the teacher got o with the lesson.
You smiled at the flashback and pulled your gaze away from the window to look at your best friend, Sherlock Holmes. Your history class was on a school trip to London and you had to go by coach; a 4 hour journey plus stops. You were now in year 8 and yours and Sherlock's friendship has blossomed. Naturally you were sat together and you were looking out the window, listening to your music. In the twenty minutes or so that you had been daydreaming, he'd fallen asleep and his head was now jolting around with the movement of the coach. You reached out a hand and gently nudged his head so it was leaning against your shoulder and once you were satisfied that he was comfy, you returned to your position staring out the window.
Your coach reached the services and your entire class were ordered to exit the coach but the teacher knew the two of you well and let you stay seated. You stayed there, just focusing on his steady breathing and smiled like an idiot. You knew you and Sherlock were just good friends but you couldn't help but feel a little more. At first you tried to ignore it but over time it became harder and harder and now you were in so deep. He had no idea of course. Sherlock was nice and all but he was so emotionally unattached and you knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you. You still felt it though and right this second your thoughts were racing- he was very cute but you liked him for his personality and intelligence. You leant your head against his dark curls and breathed in his scent. The sudden contact woke him and he lifted his head. You blushed a bit but was glad to find out he hadn't noticed. "(Y/N)?" He mumbled in a deeper, sleepy voice. "Afternoon, sleepy head" you replied teasingly. "Sorry" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes "I didn't sleep very well last night."
"Don't be silly, I don't mind" you reassured, smiling "how come you didn't sleep?" You asked, a bit concerned. "I was just thinking" he said, going a bit shy. You frowned "about what?" you asked, now confused and worried. Sherlock muttered something that you couldn't hear as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sherlock?" You said, putting a hand on his shoulder which made him sharply turn back to face you. He drew in a big gulp of air and repeated himself a little louder. "You" he said before looking away again. You smiled as soon as you realised what he meant but you were still a little confused. "Explain." You said simply, a playful smirk on your lips. "I..I..I'm not really sure if I'm completely honest. I've always kept a distance from this sort of stuff but your just always in my head and it won't stop" he realised he wasn't making much sense so simplified it. "I think I like you- really like you (Y/N)."
You blinked at him a couple of times and tried to process the words that had just escaped his lips. When you reached the conclusion that you must've heard him properly, you grinned up at him and said; "I like you too". The breath Sherlock was holding in finally made its way out again. "What now?" You asked a little nervous but doing well to hide it. Sherlock thought for a moment before replying with "this" and reaching a hand out to cup your face and leaning in. You weren't really sure what was happening but when his face was just a couple centimetres from your face where he paused and looked for one last sign of approval and it was like you weren't in control anymore and you leant forward and met his lips with yours. The kiss lasted for a long moment and when you both pulled back again, you both had the biggest grins on your faces. You leant against Sherlock's shoulder and he rested his head on your head. After a short while the rest of your class piled back onto the coach and you were on your way again. No one payed much attention to the two of you, they never did, so you stayed sat like that peacefully for the remainder of the journey. After a short while, Sherlock fell asleep again with two hours to go and with the soothing affect of his gentle breathing against your head, you drifted off too....

A/N
I wanted to try something a little different with this by doing a baby Sherlock. Sorry if it's boring or repetitive.🖤