The final problem...love (Johnlock)

Five. Pounding

Hiyaaa....I'm in a hurry to write this, gotta catch a bus...but enjoy anyways! Here you go! (Ps. So sorry I couldn't right for a few days...I'll make it up to you!)
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John's pov.
Here I am....writing away about Sherlock in my diary, disguised as the notebook I use for writing notes-I don't want Sherlock to invade my privacy...
Wait, what?
Okay okay! So it all happened a week earlier...the day after I came back from Mary's...after that...incident, you could say it.
....*Flashback*....
"John are you alright...since you know...well...with Mary-"
"Don't! Just don't say her name right now..." I yell through the bathroom door.
I can hear Sherlock sighing..."But are you sure? Do you want anything?"
I mentally slap Sherlock...he isn't gonna go away is he? After a long pause I say "Tea would be fine and just don't talk about it? Please?"
"Okay then." I can hear sadness in his voice as he speaks.
After showering...I change my clothes and go to the kitchen to check if Sherlock is there...
Nope.
Where did he go...
Suddenly I hear mrs.Hudson yelling downstairs saying "John! Your boyfriend has gone to buy sugar since he had to make tea!"
Ugh...I try to correct her but I ignore the comment.
Moreover...he went to the supermarket to buy some sugar for me? Seems out of his character but oh well. After some time I get bored sitting on the couch. Usually I get to hear Sherlock and his cases but he doesn't seem to be coming from the supermarket...
Or maybe he found a weird case or something...
Well, I'll let him do whatever he wants...since other people do not understand his point of view...I do. And I will let him go...observe humans or whatever.
Then an idea pops up in my mind, maybe...I can go check Sherlock's computer!
I decide to go sit and open the computer.
Hmm...let me see...Well there is nothing fun in his computer, just pictures of dead bodies and weird cases. I decide to go on the web, out of boredom I type a 'J' on the search bar. The first suggestion is 'johnlock'? What is that? I click on it.
The first thing that comes up is tumblr...what the hell is that?
I go and click on the link.
...wow.
Um I mean...there are some interesting photos of me and Sherlock. Usually I would slam the computer shut but...
Um...wow.
Wait what am I doing? Why am I....
Oh god,
I think my heart just exploded...for the first time.
Is this...no...
I keep scrolling down the page...I can't stop!
With Mary I...it was my first real relationship but I did not felt this...weird stinging in my chest.
Oh my god Sherlock is coming...he's freaking here.
I slam the computer shut and jump on the sofa.
My heart is still pounding. Argh!
....*flashback ends*....
Or that other time when I had that contact...with Sherlock.
...*flashback*...
"I CANT DO IT!" I scream in anger...
Why can't I get the violin to let out a tune.
Sherlock giggles behind me...He freaking GIGGLES. "Calm down...um...here." He comes closer to me and grabs my arms from behind with his hands and, teaches me how to hold it.
The contact sends chills and...goosebumps on my skin...
I hope I am not making it obvious right now.
Suddenly Sherlock grabs my waist...the hell?
He, who is acting fairly normal right now, speaks in a normal tone "And your posture is not right...arch your back." His arms go lower...
Oh sh*t I'm shaking aren't I?
He speaks again...in a fairly normal and monotonous voice..."Do not shake your legs too much...here...stand on my feet."
I blink...
"W-what?"
"Stand on my feet!"
I, clearly hesitated, put my feet on his feet.
I-Oh my god...our...you know...my bum and his...Uh...are very close right now. I manage to let out a shaky breath. On the other hand Sherlock, who is rarely shook by all this...looks at me with a puzzled expression on his face. Before he could speak I get of his feet and say "Um...lemme just...go to the bathroom!" And I run away.
Oh god.
....*flashback ends*....
And yesterday...I think it confirmed that I was falling for Sherlock. Literally.
....*flashback*....
I am...resting my back for the time that Sherlock is outside. Aah...imagine if Sherlock was kissing me...I know that a while age I would probably slap myself for saying that...but...just imagine his face over mine and his black curls and...his eyes...I seriously don't get why he doesn't get girls spooning over him.
"John!!"
I open my eyes and...
SHERLOCK IS TOUCHING MY NOSE!
"Argh!"
I fall down the bed...seriously? If I could've just went in-
"Are you Okay?"
I jump up to see Sherlock practically sitting on my lap, trying to wake me up.
I cough awkwardly and I can make an image of my face turning purple.
But my body starts to do the opposite of what I would do..
I grab Sherlock Holmes' HANDS.
Even worse...I manage to say "You look pretty" out loud.
I quickly cover my mouth after I say that...and I can feel that Sherlock is going to punch my face.
But he....he....he....HE F**KING SMIRKS!
R£zgrgzytzhethhge(hzfteqgrfzvgrzv.....I cannot see clearly am I?
"Um I um..."
Before I could retaliate...Sherlock practically Eskimo kisses me and walks off....
Whaaaat?
That c*ck.
Utter c*ck.
"I heard you!"
Shoot...did I say that out loud too?
....*flashback ends*....
I am avoiding him since then. Oh god.
Suddenly Sherlock comes through the door and I stand up...
Again...he might think I'm a stalker or something.
He looks at me, smiles and...
LEAVES?!?
I need to go to my therapist don't I?
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How is it? I worked for like...a day for this. My gosh.
Bye readers!