After a couple of months of living with Sherlock everything seemed easier and I felt more at home than I have for a long, long time. I started to notice things about Sherlock that I haven’t noticed about anyone before and it was really starting to scare me I mean it’s nothing remotely interesting just little things that usually you don’t see like the way his eyes go a little brighter when his on to something or the way his spindly fingers curl over his violin with so much love as he delicately plays with all of his attention directed on that and that alone. Okay I admit it I kinda have a small, okay big, okay, okay huge crush on him that no I’ve never felt for anyone else in my life.
After a couple of minutes of listening to Sherlock’s playing through the floor boards feeling his happiness seep through me like a blanket of warm hugs. I sigh and get up like a drunk and stumble down the stairs into the living room to see Sherlock waiting for me by his music stand his eyes stare straight into me before looking of me I become consciously aware that I’m only wearing pj’s his eyes then look at my hair still in bedhead mode and sighs “john come hear” I almost run to get to him my heart feeling like one of those cartoons were it leaps out of the persons chest. He Takes hold of my shoulders and spins me around so I’m facing the mirror and starts to pat down my hair smoothing it out into its original shape looking in the mirror as guidance I can’t help but feel his hand linger on my neck for a little bit “there you go” he said wait one minute did his voice just break a little? Noo no it couldn’t have this is Sherlock were talking about I feel my cheeks go hot
“I um better get changed” I stutter over my words making a quick escape trying to avoid doing anything stupid that I will come to regret later once safely in my room I collapse on the bead silently screaming into the pillow I’m so god damn stupid I may have just blown every chance I’ve may have had with Sherlock. Realising that I’ve been laying there for a few minutes I get up and get changed into jeans and a jumper something that I’m so comfortable in now practically the only items of clothing I own now.
After basically a whole day of Sherlock being bored, me watching crappy TV and sneaking sly glances at Sherlock that sometimes his returned with a smirk on his face making me blush fiercely and look away pretending nothing happened. When everything was going smoothly I get the phone call that could of awesomeness!!! My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket and I look over to Sherlock mouthing the word ’sorry’ before I go out into the hallway to answer it, I look at the icon and see that its gorge with a smile on my face I pick up the phone
“Johnny boy” he begins I hear pounding music in the background and his words are slightly slurred so I know what he’s gunna ask and probably by the state he’s in before he does “me and the guys are out on the town you hear?” a grin appears on my face
“on my way” I say then hang up. Almost skipping I enter the living room to see Sherlock with a questioning look on his face “I’m going out drinking you wanna come?” he just gives me a look that says it all so I take my coat and leave “don’t wait up!” I shout as an afterthought before slamming the door and hailing for a taxi.
When I get to the club almost instantly I find gorge with some other of our university mates drinking away so I make my way over to him it seems the closer I get the more he seems to sway in his chair. I stand directly in front of him so he can make no mistake that I’m there even then it takes a while for him to register that it’s me he gets me a pint to ‘start me off’ but scarily soon after we were all sharing stories of university and that’s when I start on the shots now shots don’t go through me very well like I could take 10 in a row and not even know about it till I get home so that Is basically what I do well kind of in reality I only in reality I only take 5 shots and that’s way more than enough as a feel my words slur A LOT so I stumble out into the night to go home
When I finally get to 221b its evident that Sherlock is still up so it doesn’t really matter how much noise I make which defiantly works In my favour as I’m way more drunk than I expected when I get into the living room Sherlock is already standing up waiting for me at the sight of him I feel my breath hitch. I walk over to him swaying slightly as I do so and put a finger on his chest lazily “hey you, didn’t I tell you not to wait up?” he nods his head slightly and I see a little bit of blush creeping up his neck I feel myself falling over but do nothing about not because I don’t want to but because I can’t get my brain to work in that way suddenly I feel a pair of wrap around my back trying to stop me from hitting the ground I wrap my legs around his “well hello there” I feel as if my heart is having a fit in my chest were so close merely layers between us
“Your drunk am correct?” he asked his voice deeper and gravellier than usual I could hear the longing in it I nod ever so slightly as an answer “so you won’t remember any of this in the morning am I correct?” the tension between us is killing me so without thinking I loop my fingers through his belt loops and drag him towards me he gives a little ‘oh’ in surprise that only makes my grin wider. As he bends down over me I can feel his shallow breath against my face as he whispers “you’re so damn adorable” the longing deep in my veins gets too much for me and I close the gap between our lips by reaching on my tiptoes and dragging him down with me as I curl my fingers in his hair something I’ve wanted to do for a very, very long time.
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FanfictionA badly written Johnlock fanfiction with no strong storyline that is basically been made up as we go along
