~ Falling Away With You ~ Sherlock - w/ reader insert

This is a little story I write for my beautiful friend MyDangerousMind (check out her works, it's awesome shizzle) This is a sort of "put-your-name-in-it-thing" type of story, and it has some swears I'm sowwy XD It is in Sherlock's P.O.V at times AND IS A ROMANCE. MAY I NOTE: THIS IS UNFINISHED. I HAVE STUPID WRITERS BLOCK! BUT ANYWAY...ENJOY, especially you frienderino ;)

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*Time set: 12TH JUNE – 2015*

 “JOHN. I NEED YOUR HELP. IT’S URGENT. BAKER STREET NOW, HURRY –SH”

The message was sent with a tap on the screen. The anticipation snapped inside, causing him to pace; his hands clutching his head, fingers pressured into the temples whilst his mind ran through each manifesto of intellectual brainpower which had been collected and stored since birth.

Eventually, a quarter of an hour passed before a bewildered man with slightly greyed hair burst into the room, clenching onto a mobile device. You could clearly see his veins pumping through his nicely aged skin complexion. Allegedly he was out of breath after scaling the staircase for what seemed an emergency.

“What is it Sherlock? What’s happened?” John panted; his limb patting over his heart was shielded.He was met with a distressed looking man facing a computer, typing furiously and writing notes. The man’s dark curl locked hair was rough as though fingers had been swept through it in deep thought.

“I’m stuck with a task I am finding strenuous to complete” He began.

“What? You need to tell me. Is it Moriarty?” John began to stutter slightly, the thought of losing his best friend—his only real friend, again was the last thing he needed.

“No. It’s practically worse” Sherlock swivelled in the leather chair he perched on.

“Oh sh*t! It is Moriarty isn’t it? Is it another terrorist attack? Thank god I called the police” his eyes scanned the area. Even in a safe-house this secured, especially with Mrs Hudson; no one was safe.

“John...” Sherlock arose from the seating and walked over to where John stood “I need your help”

“I-I- I’m here Sherlock what is it?!” John raised his voice in concern.

He resumed hesitant to tell, it was alarming for Sherlock Holmes to keep quiet about something...

"I don’t know how to bloody write a wedding speech, and I don’t like not knowing” Sherlock admitted slightly ashamed of his lack of knowledge towards this subject.

It wasn’t surprising however; Sherlock was never one for relationship typed cases or even having a relationship himself. It was common he would shoot a wall when he was bored; and since he quit smoking it gave the impression his angst would have appeared frequently when under pressure. But at least now he somewhat has a love for biscuits, as clearly demonstrated a few days ago whence he yelled at Mrs Hudson to ‘go get some biscuits from the shop!’ for his tea.

“...You’re joking...” John began. His hand and face collided gracefully as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This time I am not John and if I do not know what I am supposed to say, what am I expected to do at this Wedding?” He retorted back. Suddenly, there was a silence between them both until the sound of sirens, helicopters and officer commands were sounded outside the buildings.

“Oh you didn’t, did you? You did!” Sherlock chuckled at John’s idea to call the Police’s maximum backup.

“YOU BLOODY IDIOT SHERLOCK!” John shouted. Muttering angrily to himself, he lifted the mobile in his hand back to his ear and cancelled the orders for the police. Meanwhile, Sherlock was still laughing. You could see a slight tear roll down his cheek, of course in happiness.