Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter One

It's just no good, nothing is any good. Why was it that on the one night it actually mattered everything I tried on didn't make me look any different; I thought tonight would be an opportunity to have a night off from being the same old Molly Hooper that everyone just expected me to be.

I sat on my bed; head in hands feeling thoroughly frustrated and a tad deflated. I still have time, maybe I could go out and buy something new, yes there's that shop not too far it'll only take me 10 minutes to walk there and if I don't get anything I'll make do with what I have. I grabbed a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt and quickly left my flat hoping that I would find something to transform me.

I arrived at the shop, nervous to go in, I looked so different to everyone else in there; they were all perfectly manicured and already looked flawless. I pushed back my shoulders "come on Mol, you've got to do this, you've been waiting for this night since the first time you saw him." I opened the door, a little too dramatically, and began to admire the clothes, an assistant came over to me with a sickly sweet smile and said

"Hello Madam, will you be needing any assistance?"

I looked up at her and nervously nodded "y-y-yes please."

She smiled and ushered me towards the dresses.

"Big date?"

"Sorry, how did you know I'm shopping for a date?" I asked her, befuddled.

"Oh it's always the same, we get the women in here that already look perfect, they're not actually buying they just want to look good, but it's when people dressed like you come in that I really enjoy this job and I can tell you're going on a date from your perfume, people don't wear perfume like that to go shopping in, clothes or otherwise."

I stood there dumbfoundedly and said "What would you recommend then?"

She looked made up and started asking me all these questions about my night.

"How did you meet him? What's he like? Did he ask you out or did you ask him?" I answered all of her questions, naturally, and then once she was happy with the information obtained she whisked me over to the more formal looking dresses.

"Oh wow, these are beautiful, I couldn't do them any justice and anyway I don't want to turn up all dressed up and have him looking casual."

"I see, we'll have a look over here then."

These were more like it, they were smart casual and more, well more me if I'm honest. I tried a few on and in the end I was told that I "simply had to get the turquoise skater dress."

I looked at the dress once more and had to admit, it did liven me up and it would look a damn sight better once I'd put some makeup on and done something with my hair. I checked my watch and hurriedly paid for the dress and made my way back to my flat. When I got back in I hung it up on the back of my door so that it wouldn't crease while I was getting ready. I decided to leave my hair down and curl it slightly, it would look nice with the dress and I never wore my hair down anyway. I applied a small amount of makeup, I didn't want to look like some cheap hooker I wanted to look like me but a bit better.

Once I had finished my makeup I took the dress off the hanger and put it on carefully, making sure to not ruin my hair. I looked in the mirror one last time and smiled at the girl looking back at me. I put my shoes on and left the flat and hailed a cab. I was just about to tell the cabbie where I was going when he interrupted and asked for me. How the bloody hell did he do it, how did Sherlock always manage to do everything so perfectly, I just sat there astounded as to how he miraculously managed to be in this cab at the exact moment I left.