Soulmate Au but it's Johnlock! (UNDER HEAVY EDITING- 10/19/2020)

"Beauty Blue Eyes."

  John walked home alone, as Sherlock stayed at the school to practice and work himself up further. He opened the door and was greeted by his mother giving him a worried hug. "Where were you!?" She asked. "Mum, I'm still in school. Harry graduated last year and he does online Uni." John explained. It was easier for Harry to do online Uni, anyway. He doesn't like to drive because of the traffic and because a lot of the time, the roads would be flooding. That, and he often would get anxiety from the crowds and traffic and depression and stress if he missed a class because of his detestation for driving. He's tried a semester of on campus Uni, which wasn't for him. He even tried to commute, but that was worse. So, Harry was hired for a part time job somewhere to contribute to the house, so he can stay at home to learn, which was more than okay for Aunt 'Nissa and David. "Oh, yes. Of course." She recalled as she let out a nervous chuckle. She pulled John back by his shoulders to get a good look at him. His face, his sandy blonde hair, his eyes, his nose, his ears. "You have your father's face," She smiled fondly at him and he did the same. "Do I?" John let out a brief chuckle, "I guess I forgot." John awkwardly smiled as he walked past his mother to the sitting room, where he put his bag down to sit at the coffee table and do his homework.

  "Why are you so spiffy?" John's mum asked. She was smirking at him as if knowing by just his face flushing. "Am I too dressed up?" John asked, slightly panicked. John's aunt put a supportive hand on John's shoulder. "Of course not, John. It's supposed to be a special night for you two." She said as she looked into the mirror on the wall with him. "I'm sure Sherlock would love you either way," she encouraged. John looked down, then shook his head. "No, I'm trying too hard," He said, "I look like an emcee for the Talent Show, not a part of the audience!" John stormed up the stairs to his room and closed the door. He got changed and put on his glasses. "Why aren't you going to wear your contacts?" John's aunt asked. "Because I might cry," John admitted with a chuckle. His mum let out a small, 'awe,' as she hugged him. "I had better meet him one of these days, John." She said with a warm smile. "I'll make sure of it, mum." He smiled back. "Alright, well. You could join us for the ride to the school, Mrs. Watson." Said John's aunt, checking the time on her watch. "You have your ticket, a few pounds for concessions, your phone, your keys, and your school ID. Anything we're missing?" She asked, basically patting him down. "Don't forget to take flowers." John's mum said from her seat.

  John arrived early to check out the practice room, behind the stage. "Is Sherlock back here? I wanted to wish him luck." John said with an awkward smile. The crowd looked from John to a boy in the counter, who was listening to music and reading a book. John walked over to the other boy and took out his right earbud. John then, put it in his own ear, leaning closer to Sherlock. "What're you listening to?" John asked, smiling as he felt Sherlock tense up in surprise. Once he realized it was John, however, the lanky boy relaxed and smiled back at his friend. "Sing, Sang, Sung." He answered. John gave Sherlock back his earbud and his smile widened. "Here, I got them for you, to encourage you. You can do it." John awkwardly chuckled as he pushed the flowers against Sherlock's chest. "Thanks. Hey, where are you sitting? I could sneak out after my performance and before the last one so that I can sit and watch with you." Sherlock offered. "I'll save a seat, then." John smiled. "Good. Yes, perfect. Perfect and good." Sherlock droned on awkwardly. "I'm nervous. Can you tell? I can't mess this up." Sherlock's breathing quickened. "Sherlock, it's okay. It's all good, okay? You'll do great! I'm absolutely sure of it." John said, squeezing Sherlock's hand in reassurance. Their hands dropped. "I should get back to my seat," John laughed awkwardly. "Yes, that would be better, I suppose," Sherlock laughed in agreement. John left with only a pat on the back and as he walked back to the auditorium, he couldn't help but mock his own desperate attempts to keep the conversation going. "Ugh! You've got to be kidding, Watson!" John shouted, face palming as he sat down.

  John boredly watched as the others were announced and performing, tapping his foot against the ground. He pulled out his mobile as he got a text. "I'm up next -SH," making John smile and pull up his camera to record Sherlock's performance to either watch and cherish, or mock and laugh at for the rest of forever. It depends on the quality of his act. The curtains were drawn back and John couldn't help but draw a sharp breath as he saw the lanky boy standing as the peaceful music played in the background. He was absolutely beautiful. John's heart tightened as he wondered how he got a boy that amasing as a soulmate. Sherlock started to sing.

  "Are we to speak, First day of the week, stumbling words at the bar?" John's heart was beating so quick as the lines reminded him of the first week they met and went to the Pegasus Diner with Sherlock and his aunt. "Beauty Blue eyes, my order of fries, Long Island kindness and wine." John's heart skipped a beat as he saw Sherlock smile. "Beloved of John, I get it all wrong, I read you for some kind of poem." John's face flushed. 'What,' He thought, 'can that really be the lyrics to an actual song?' John blinked again, processing. "Covered in lines, the fossils I find. Have they no life of their own?" It reminded John of when Sherlock and him corroded some old pig bones in sulfuric acid for fun. John chuckled a bit at the memory. "So, can we pretend, sweetly, before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands," Sherlock sang, his voice low and smooth, almost like a purr. He sounded so pure and innocent, like when they played Pirates in his back yard, "there's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking, I'm dead." John's heart dropped. He felt his chest tighten with emotional pain and pressure. "Sherlock," John's breathy whine caught Sherlock's earshot, and the pair of crystal eyes met him in a moment of bliss, before Sherlock smiled and turned away. The memory of that insistent nightmare that reoccurred while he was in Jersey was far too painful. John felt a tear break through the barriers of his pride.