The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 21

*Two Weeks Later*

"Sherlock, please pick up the phone. Everyone's worried sick about you. Please, for the love of god, come home." John said into the voicemail. It has been two weeks since Sherlock walked out, and John hasn't seen him since. He sat in the living room of their flat everyday, staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in, and he never did, except for today.

It was almost midnight and John was wrapped in Sherlock's blanket, half asleep. The door creaked open, and John sat right up. His eyes focused, and they're he stood. He looked Tired, really tired. His coat was ripped in multiple places, his curls were matted down, but the worse was his eyes. They weren't the brilliant, multi-colored eyes John first noticed about him, they were gray, almost clouded.

"Sherlock..." John said, standing up. "John." Sherlock answered bluntly, his voice cracking at the end. "Are you okay? What happened?" John asked, walking towards Sherlock. "I'm fine, John..." Sherlock trailed off, visible shaking. "Is he here?" Sherlock asked suddenly, anger in his eyes. "What? No, no!" John said in shock.

Sherlock studied John and leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath. "Sherlock we need to talk. Right now."

"You don't say..." Sherlock breathed, rolling his eyes. John looked at him in shock. "What the hell, Sherlock?" John said, raising his voice.

"Don't you dare get made at me, John! You have no right, no right whatsoever! I have spent the last year of my life with you, making sure you were happy! I told my brother and father to leave us alone for you, and then you go and tell me that your still interested in a man that raped you when you were 16 teen years old?! I am the only one who has the right to get mad, John!" Sherlock yelled at John, walking towards him angrily.

"Oh well at least I'm not a freak like you! You never had a fucking friend in till you meet me!!" John yelled back, getting closer to Sherlock. He realized what he said as he saw the anger in Sherlock's eyes.

"I was perfectly fine with no Friends! It didn't affect me at all, John! I knew I shouldn't have came back here, I knew it was a mistake! I told you we wouldn't last, John! I told you that! You knew it was true!" Sherlock shouted back, tears streaming down his face.

John looked at Sherlock, shocked. "I was happy with you, John. I was happy that you were happy, I just wanted to act normal for once In my life, I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved. I just wanted to be accepted by someone, and I thought it was you.' Sherlock said, shaking. "I thought, that you loved me, for who I was, and you accepted me, but obviously not." Sherlock whispered, wiping his eyes.

"Sherlock, I'm so sorry that I wasn't what you wanted me to be. I'm sorry I wasn't fucking perfect. I'm sorry, that I'm me!" John yelled, pounding his fist Into the couch. Sherlock looked at him, shaking. He turned on his heels and walked out of the living room and Into the spare bedroom, slamming the door on his way in.