Key:
P.O.V ~ Point of view
(Y/N) ~ Your name
(Y/M/F/N) ~ Your Male Friend's Name
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Your P.O.V
Sherlock was meant to be taking me out for my birthday. It would be my first one with him and he's insisted he wants to make it special. Every night before we would go to bed, he would smile at me, telling me it would be the best birthday I'd ever had. I quite frankly couldn't wait. Luckily for me, it was today!
Sherlock woke me up by laying a kiss on my cheek. I was half awake, and couldn't be bothered to do anything. I just wanted to lay under the covers until I died. However, when Sherlock realized I wasn't going to move, he threw the covers on the other side of the bed and picked me up. He carried me in his arms and my face was buried in his warm chest. He set me down on the sofa and cradled me. It was warm and calm.
"You do realize if you don't get up and ready, I'll be upset!" He chuckled.
"You're always upset," I joked. He laughed. I've always loved his laugh. I wish he laughed more.
"But I'll be extra upset. I'll have to play my violin for days on end!" He joked back. Great. He's always threatening to play his violin. He's talented and I love it but it can get a bit tiring. I jumped up from his arms, planted a kiss on his cheek and went to get changed.
I undressed quite quickly until I noticed I had nothing to wear. All of my nice clothes were stuck in the wash. I cursed under my breath quietly and headed towards the door. I needed Sherlock to get some clean clothes for me.
"Sherlock? I have a case you need to solve!" I called out for him. I could hear his chuckle even from my room.
"And what's that?" Sherlock replied.
"The missing clothes from my wardrobe!" I declared. It went silent. I heard footsteps rush up the stairs. I shut the door and locked it. I knew this would happen and I planned to tease him.
"Come on! Let me in! I need to inspect the victim!" I heard him exclaim. I laughed so hard. I love Sherlock so much!
~Time Skip~
It took a while but I finally got some clean clothes from Sherlock. After breakfast, we had a small cuddle on the sofa before leaving for whatever surprise Sherlock had up his sleeve. We left Baker Street and went to a local restaurant that had just opened. I saw the restaurant and I thought that the Sherlock I know would of thought of something different!
"A restaurant. Dull, predictable!" I smiled, gazing over at him. He smiled back, noticing the joke I had made.
"Just you wait! Head inside!" He replied. I raced inside and I couldn't believe my eyes! All of the tables were empty... except for one... On that table sat John, Mary, Molly, Tom, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson and (Y/M/F/N). We've been best friends since secondary school. It was kind for Sherlock to have invited him. This was amazing. Everyone was gathered around a table just to celebrate my birth? I could feel Sherlock behind me. I turned and wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his warm chest again. I felt his arms wrap around me and then his lips on my head.
We joined our friends on the table and began to order what we all wanted. Sherlock was going to cover everything. John offered to pay for his meal but Sherlock kept insisting. It was his treat. The night was great until... the end. We were all saying our goodbyes. Mrs Hudson was going to visit John and Mary to see their baby girl and (Y/M/F/N) got a bit drunk so he was coming home with Sherlock and me. I couldn't help but notice Sherlock giving him stern looks every time (Y/M/F/N) mentioned me when he was describing memories. I just hoped everything was fine between them.
We entered our home and Sherlock helped (Y/M/F/N) up the stairs. I sat down on the sofa and rested my head on a pillow. Sherlock threw (Y/M/F/N) on a chair and stared at the two of us.
"Would you like some tea, (Y/N)?" He asked me. I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. I was falling asleep but I knew Sherlock would wake me up once he had made my tea. A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my leg. It wasn't warm but I thought it was Sherlock.
"What are you doing with a man like Sherlock Holmes?" A voice echoed in my head. It sounded like (Y/M/F/N)...
"We could've been something if you hadn't moved..." Yeah... It was definitely (Y/M/F/N)... I opened my eyes and moved my leg away from his hand.
"Shut up, (Y/M/F/N)! You're drunk. You don't know what you're on about!" I yelled at him, but not too loud. He just smiled.
"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts!" He replied with a creepy smile on his face.
He climbed onto the sofa and took off his jacket...
"Touch her and the last words you'll hear will be your own screaming!" Sherlock's voice boomed. (Y/M/F/N) jumped off the sofa and fell to the floor. Sherlock grabbed him by his shirt and pushed his back against the wall. Sherlock punched (Y/M/F/N) several times before throwing him back towards the floor. He brought out his phone and put it up against his ear.
"Lestrade! Get yourself and whatever officers you have over at 221B Baker Street!" He ordered.
"I'm fine... now..." He hung up.
Sherlock dashed back over to me and wrapped his arms around me. He repeatedly told me that I was fine and that everything would be alright. When the police came I was meant to be questioned privately but Sherlock wouldn't leave me alone.
~Time Skip~
We were walking into the bedroom and I collapsed onto the bed. Sherlock was already in bed. He was resting his wrist.
"I'm sorry he ruined your birthday!" He muttered.
"My birthday wasn't ruined!" I tried to cheer him up. He sighed.
"Of course it is! And I feel like an idiot letting him in our home! It was obvious he liked you!" Sherlock murmured.
"I had my favourite person when I most needed him. That is the best birthday gift ever!" I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his neck.
Sherlock turned to face me. He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"If you were offered a puppy you'd say the same thing!" He laughed.
"Yeah but you're like a puppy. Protective, playful... fluffy!" I muttered, messing around with his curly hair.
We both laughed and fell asleep in each others embrace...
